After ending their chat, Shen Jianxi glanced at the time. It was almost two in the afternoon.
She quickly plugged in her phone and lay down in bed for a brief nap.
After all, she was still filming a show. She couldn't just stay in her room for the long afternoon and evening without going anywhere.
If she did, the director would likely come looking for her.
...
Inside Ji Zhaoyun's room.
After blocking her from the game, Ji Zhaoyun logged back in, this time in stealth mode.
He just wanted to see if she would message him.
However, Ji Zhaoyun waited for a long time, so long that he almost fell asleep, but his phone remained silent. This made him grind his teeth in anger.
So it was only him who was agonizing over this.
Ji Zhaoyun deeply regretted why he had impulsively quit the game earlier. Wasn't that leaving them to have their own private time?
She was just a young boy, could he not compare?
He, a dignified CEO, was rich, handsome, and fit – a golden bachelor!
He was so angry; he shouldn't have been so impulsive.
The more Ji Zhaoyun thought about it, the more wronged he felt. This was the first time he had feelings for someone, and she turned out to be a player?!
What annoyed him the most was that even so, he was still smitten.
77: "Ding! Affection points +2, Ji Zhaoyun's current affection level is 46."
Damn it! What a weakling, Ji Zhaoyun! How old is he, still wanting to get into an online relationship.
He felt he couldn't dwell on this. It was too unbearable. It would be better to just be upfront.
j: [We've known each other for a while now, what are your thoughts on me?]
j: [I have feelings for you and wanted to ask for your opinion.]
j: [My real name is Ji Zhaoyun, and I'm 28 in Korean age.]
j: [Chairman of Anyuan Group, not a scammer.]
He specifically stated this last part to ensure Shen Jianxi wouldn't miss it when she saw it.
Shen Jianxi, who was already a light sleeper, had been woken up somewhat by 77's earlier announcement. Just as she was about to fall back asleep, Ji Zhaoyun's continuous messages completely jolted her awake.
Being disturbed one after another, even Shen Jianxi started to feel morning grumpiness.
She opened her phone, skimmed through it, and with an angry finger, typed on the screen.
Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [How old are you?]
Seeing her reply, Ji Zhaoyun quickly grabbed his phone.
j: [28 in Korean age, 27 actual.]
Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [What's your zodiac sign?]
Although Ji Zhaoyun was a bit confused by her question, he answered honestly.
j: [I'm a dog.]
Shen Jianxi: ......He's quite a dog.
Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [Oh, then we're not compatible.]
j: [Why?]
Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [Because I'm a rabbit.]
j: [???]
Ji Zhaoyun was completely bewildered now. He racked his brain but couldn't understand. Fortunately, Shen Jianxi didn't leave him hanging and sent another message.
Don't Touch My Blue Buff: [You're a dog, I'm a rabbit. What kind of dog would our children be? A dirt dog. No, I don't like that, so we're not compatible.]
Ji Zhaoyun: ......
After sending this message, Shen Jianxi efficiently turned off her phone, lay down, and slept. It was all done in one go.
No one was going to disturb her again before four o'clock!
On the other side, Ji Zhaoyun stared at the reason on his screen, hardly believing his eyes.
He couldn't help but call her, but the person who had been chatting with him moments ago didn't respond for a long time.
After locking the screen, Ji Zhaoyun, in his anger, wanted to throw his phone away. As he raised his hand over his head, he remembered he was still filming and it would be inconvenient to replace a broken phone.
In the end, he could only clench his phone tightly and lower his arm.
If he caught her, this excuse wouldn't fool him.
❤️
Shen Jianxi slept until almost four o'clock. When she woke up, she didn't get up immediately but lay in bed spacing out for a while before getting up to wash her face.
As soon as she finished washing her face, there was a knock on the door. Su Dan Novel Network.
She looked at her clothes; her disguise was still intact, so she confidently opened the door.
"I guessed you'd be awake by now, so I came to see you."
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Jing Luan's signature silver hair.
She turned sideways, "Just woke up, come in, Brother Luan."
Jing Luan didn't stand on ceremony and entered through the opening she made.
He stood by the bed and looked around, then turned. "Is there anything you're missing?"
Shen Jianxi scratched her short hair, paused when her fingers found a hidden clasp, and then replied as if nothing happened, "Nothing's missing, everything's fine. Oh right, Brother Luan, I brought some snacks when I came. Take them back to your room and eat them when you're bored at night."
"Ah, you don't have to..."
Shen Jianxi's movements were too fast. Before Jing Luan could finish speaking, she squatted down in front of him and pulled out her suitcase from under the bed.
However—
Jing Luan stared blankly at the scene before him.
"Shen... Shen Jian." Even though he already knew the truth, he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Ah?" Shen Jianxi turned back in confusion.
Her soft, cool hair slipped down her face. She then realized what had happened.
"Ah!"
She sprang up abruptly and turned her back, as if that would undo what had happened.
Jing Luan quickly recovered from his shock. He hadn't expected to be revealed in such an unguarded moment for both of them.
Looking at the girl in front of him trembling slightly from panic, he sighed, "Turn around."
"...I won't." Her voice was very small.
Helplessly, Jing Luan had to clarify, "Turn around, I already know."
Upon hearing his words, Shen Jianxi slowly turned around.
The distance between them was a bit close, and she instinctively took a small step back.
Her gaze was evasive, and she dared not look up at him. "When, when did you find out?"
"The day you pretended to be your sister," Jing Luan's voice was tinged with amusement, recalling how she had racked her brain to act that day.
Shen Jianxi bit her lower lip in annoyance, her slightly pink lips turning crimson from the bite.
As if remembering something, her face suddenly turned bright red. "Then, then, you must have known those words were about me..."
"What...?" Jing Luan's voice cut off abruptly. He had clearly remembered the confession at the staircase that day, and his expression became awkward. "Um... yes..."
"What about you?" As she said this, the girl gathered her courage and looked up at him, her clear eyes full of seriousness.
Being looked at like this, the words Jing Luan had prepared to refuse got stuck in his throat.
A girl with long hair and short hair truly felt different.
If her short hair made her look cute, then with her long hair, she exuded a purity alongside her cuteness.
77: "Ding! Affection points +6, Jing Luan's current affection level is 33."
"I... I..." Jing Luan couldn't answer. He did something unlike him.
He ran away.
A hasty retreat.
However, before leaving, he remembered to leave the wig that was caught on his jacket zipper behind.