The door sounded with a continuous knocking.
Thud—thud—thud—
Zhou Xiulin was about to speak when Jiang Xiao deflated like a balloon. “I’ll go and open the door.”
Zhou Xiulin suddenly found it somewhat amusing but managed to restrain himself. Jiang Qin, oh, he couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Sure enough, when the door opened, it was Jiang Qin.
“Mr. Zhou,” Jiang Qin stepped inside the doorway, then his gaze shifted towards Jiang Xiao, his lips curved with a polite and calm smile, “Madam.”
Madam.
Jiang Xiao’s jaw almost dropped, her face filled with shock. “Assistant Jiang—”
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“Yyeyx, obyv nyd R es qsa usw?” Kkydt Ckd rszkvlzu yde pxssvbzu ypjle.
Kkydt Dkys rwaple bla zkrp. “Kwpv nyzz xl cu xu dyxl, zkjl clqsal.”
Kkydt Ckd oyp iwkvl blpkvydv.
Hbsw Dkwzkd, obs bye clld oyvnbkdt vblx vbl obszl vkxl, tzydnle yv csvb sq vblx, lprlnkyzzu Kkydt Ckd. “Eypd’v kv pyke vs cl 8:30? Rv’p sdzu 8:09 dso.”
Kkydt Ckd pxkzle. “R oyp yqayke sq vayqqkn, ps R zlqv y ckv lyazu. Ya. Hbsw, R’zz ts yblye yde ynnsxrydu Yyeyx.”
Hbsw Dkwzkd dseele.
Kkydt Dkys: “…”
Kkydt Ckd lytlazu yrrasynble, kdvldekdt vs nyaau Kkydt Dkys’p pwkvnypl, cwv Hbsw Dkwzkd clyv bkx vs kv yde rknjle wr vbl zwttytl. “Zsw ts vs vbl nya qkapv.”
Jiang Qin realized his mistake too late. Perhaps he came too early. He hurriedly went downstairs.
Jiang Xiao followed by Zhou Xiulin’s side. This scene resembled a husband bidding farewell to his wife embarking on a long journey, filled with reluctance and worry.
She didn’t know if Zhou Xiulin had similar thoughts.
Would he give her a kiss goodbye?
Downstairs, Zhou Xiulin placed the suitcase in the trunk and turned to look at Jiang Xiao. “Get in the car.”
Jiang Xiao clicked her tongue, realizing she shouldn’t have any expectations. “I’m leaving then.” She gritted her teeth. “Take care of yourself.”
Zhou Xiulin lightly acknowledged, appreciating the concern for himself. Not bad.
The two of them mutually nodded in silent agreement, bidding farewell.
She got into the car and sat in the back seat.
The car slowly started moving.
Suddenly turning her head, she found him still standing in place.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao suddenly felt a sense of tranquility in her heart.
A warm feeling within.
A song inexplicably played in the car:
…
You and I part with a kiss on the deserted street
Let the wind mock me for being unable to refuse
You and I part with a kiss in the chaotic night
My heart awaits the arrival of sorrow
…
Jiang Xiao clenched her teeth. “Assistant Jiang, can we change the song?”
“Madam, what song would you like to hear?”
Jiang Xiao: “…” He really got addicted to calling her that.
Jiang Qin changed the song.
Jiang Xiao curved her lips and tilted her head, looking out of the window. The sunlight was just right, the sky clear and fresh.
Mr. Zhou, see you in half a month.
She touched her belly. Don’t miss me and Little Bean Sprout!
After Jiang Xiao went to the film and television city, Zhou Xiulin returned to his busy routine.
Zhou’s mother was going to attend a charity auction on Friday evening and called Zhou Xiulin, asking him to accompany her.
Zhou Xiulin: “What about Dad? Why didn’t you ask him?”
Zhou’s mother: “He’s also busy with something.”
Zhou Xiulin: “I’ll come to pick you up on Friday.”
Zhou’s mother: “How are you and Jiang Xiao doing lately?” After the two of them got married, Zhou Xiulin took Jiang Xiao home once, and the family had a meal together. Zhou’s mother still harbored some resentment in her heart, so her interactions with Jiang Xiao remained polite and formal. Fortunately, Jiang Xiao was not accustomed to being overly respectful to elders, and this politeness actually made her more accepting.
However, unexpectedly, Jiang Xiao and Zhou’s father were able to have a conversation. Zhou’s father enjoyed playing chess, and in a casual chat, Jiang Xiao mentioned her ability to play chess. Upon learning this, Zhou’s father invited her to play a game, resulting in three matches.
Jiang Xiao won two games.
Zhou’s father looked at the chessboard, lost in thought.
Jiang Xiao awkwardly looked at Zhou’s father. “Uncle, please don’t be angry. Next time, I’ll let you win a few moves.”
Zhou’s father: “…”
When Jiang Xiao and Zhou Xiulin left, Zhou’s father spoke frankly, asking her to come back and play chess with him when she had time.
Zhou Xiulin replied, “Mom, Jiang Xiao went to the film and television city.”
Zhou’s mother asked, “How long will she be gone?”
Zhou Xiulin answered, “Half a month.”
Zhou’s mother pondered. Did Jiang Xiao really, as Yanyan said, get together with Zhou Xiulin for the sake of her career? Because of Jiang Xiao, Zhou Yanyan had been angry for a long time, and the atmosphere in the Zhou family had been suppressed. Fortunately, in the past few days, Zhou Yanyan started working, and her busyness diluted her sense of loss and anger.
After a few more words with Zhou Xiulin, Zhou’s mother hung up the phone. She sighed, realizing that she hadn’t really reacted to suddenly having a daughter-in-law.
On Friday evening, Zhou Xiulin accompanied his mother to the villa hotel.
The auction invited many social elites from various companies. They auctioned off many items throughout the night, and the proceeds would be donated to left-behind children in the western regions to build schools, repair roads, and provide new clothes for the children.
In the evening, Zhou Xiulin saw Mo Yiheng, who came with his girlfriend. Mo Yiheng patted his companion’s hand, and she pouted and left.
Mo Yiheng asked, “What have you been busy with lately? Why haven’t you been coming out?”
Zhou Xiulin glanced at him coolly. “Did you break up with Zhao Xinran?”
Mo Yiheng touched his nose. “We’re just good friends. Why are you suddenly interested in this?”
Zhou Xiulin kept his left hand in his pocket, looking elegant. “Stay away from Zhao Xinran.”
Mo Yiheng looked surprised. “Don’t tell me you’re really interested in her. If that’s the case, I definitely won’t touch her.”
Zhou Xiulin stared straight at him, making Mo Yiheng feel guilty. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing between me and her. Do you know? That assistant around Zhao Xinran is quite cunning. Zhao Xinran and I were getting along well for those two days. But then that assistant called Zhao Xinran, and she was brainwashed, and she started ignoring me.”
Zhou Xiulin let out a faint smile. Sometimes, stars really needed assistants like that to help them stay on the right track and not make mistakes.
Mo Yiheng silently observed Zhou Xiulin, feeling full of suspicion. After all these years, he had never seen him care about any woman, so why did he suddenly show interest in Zhao Xinran? Fine, he needed to show some concern for his brother’s emotional matters.
“I heard that ‘The Prosperous World’ has started filming. How did Jin Zhongbei finally agree?”
“Cheng Ying has some connections with him, and she also offered him 10% of the film’s profits.”
“Wow, that’s quite a lot. Zhao Xinran has some scenes with Jin Zhongbei these days. She told me that Jin Zhongbei has acting skills and is a good person. I heard he’s quite popular on the set and has captivated many young girls. If I had known earlier, I would have become an actor too.”
Zhou Xiulin smiled coldly. “If you’re so interested, take a day off and go visit the set.”
Mo Yiheng leaned back on the sofa. “No, it’s too hot over there. It’s been up to 40 degrees lately. I don’t want to endure that suffering.”
Zhou Xiulin didn’t say anything more and walked to the dining area.
Mo Yiheng quickly caught up. “Why do you suddenly want to go to the set?” Is it really because of Zhao Xinran?
Zhou Xiulin lifted a glass of wine.
At this moment, a beautiful woman walked towards them from the opposite side. She was wearing a purple long dress, her long hair pinned up with a hairpin, and there was not too much decoration, but it couldn’t hide her temperament.
“Mr. Zhou, Mr. Mo,” Liang Yue’s voice was gentle.
“Hello, Teacher Liang,” Zhou Xiulin and Mo Yiheng greeted.
Liang Yue had won more than twenty domestic and international awards, and her exquisite acting skills had earned her a great reputation internationally. People in the industry called her Teacher Liang, and those who were familiar with her called her Sister Liang.
Liang Yue smiled lightly, “Is tonight not boring?” She was the one who organized this charity event, so as the host, she naturally cared about them.
“Teacher Liang, you’ve put in a lot of effort. We have to thank you. If it weren’t for this event, both of us wouldn’t have had the chance to meet,” Zhou Xiulin said.
Liang Yue pursed her lips, “Mr. Mo, you still know how to joke. Your presence is my honor. By the way, Mr. Zhou, I’ve read the script of ‘The Prosperous World’ and I’m looking forward to it.”
Zhou Xiulin smiled, “We are also looking forward to it. With Jin Zhongbei taking the lead, I believe this drama will definitely surprise the audience.”
Liang Yue nodded, “I won’t disturb you any longer. Have fun tonight, and we’ll have a chance to gather in the future.”
“Okay.”
Liang Yue walked away slowly, and Mo Yiheng couldn’t help but sigh. “Jin Zhongbei’s stepmother is really good.”
Zhou Xiulin looked at Liang Yue’s figure and responded with a grunt.
“Yeah, that’s right. How old is Teacher Liang according to the internet? 36 or 38?”
“Why are you so concerned about Auntie’s age? Can’t you do something useful?”
“If she didn’t marry Jin Zhongbei’s dad, we would be calling her Sister Liang by now if we met her.”
Mo Yiheng was right, but Zhou Xiulin didn’t want to engage in conversation with him anymore.
That night, the charity event became a hot topic on Weibo.
In the quiet night, Jiang Xiao waited for Zhao Xinran to finish work. She sat on a folding chair, casually scrolling through Weibo, reading all the news about the event.
Doing charity was really a good thing.
Helping others and redeeming oneself.
Jiang Xiao put away her phone and stood up, pacing back and forth in the corridor. She gently touched her belly and muttered to herself as she walked, “Little Bean Sprout, listen carefully, tonight Mommy will recite a poem for you called ‘Ode to the Goddess of Luo’.”
“…Graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a drifting dragon. Radiant like autumn chrysanthemums, resplendent like spring pines. Like a light cloud concealing the moon, swaying like the wind bringing back snow…” Jiang Xiao recited these few lines, repeating them five or six times.
One advantage of filming period dramas was that it was easy to immerse oneself in the environment. Jiang Xiao had been giving her child, Little Bean Sprout, daily exposure to classical poetry recently. Perhaps she wanted to cultivate her child into a talented prodigy.
Jin Zhongbei had just finished shooting his last scene for the day and came out to see someone reciting poetry non-stop. He took off his heavy costume and said in a deep voice, “Come over and take these clothes.”
Jiang Xiao turned around and saw him. She casually caught the clothes and asked, “Where should I put them?”
Jin Zhongbei squinted his eyes and, under the faint light, examined her. “Oh, you’re Zhao Xinran’s assistant? Just leave them here. My assistant will come to tidy up later.”
Jiang Xiao nodded and placed the costumes aside. Since she had to wait for Zhao Xinran, leaving now seemed inappropriate.
The moonlit night was tranquil, and the insects chirped intermittently.
Jin Zhongbei slowly took off his outer robes, leaving only his short-sleeved T-shirt. He had a good physique, with well-defined muscles that indicated regular exercise. His skin was not fair but also not dark, with a wheat-like complexion and a healthy complexion. He adjusted his clothes and wiped the sweat off his forehead with a towel nearby.
“You’ve graduated?” Jin Zhongbei suddenly asked after a long silence.
“What?” Jiang Xiao felt a slight tremor in her heart upon seeing the curiosity in his eyes.
Jin Zhongbei smirked, “I remember, three years ago, you came to apply for the position of my assistant.”
Jiang Xiao’s expression changed. “You still remember.” Three years ago, during her freshman summer vacation, she applied to be his assistant but returned in failure.
“I have a good memory.” The main reason was that Jiang Xiao cried a lot back then because she wasn’t chosen as the assistant, and Jin Zhongbei happened to see it. He comforted her a few words and said he would find her another opportunity in the future.
Unexpectedly, she ended up in this circle later on. It seemed like she was doing well now.
Jiang Xiao smiled faintly, “I was young and ignorant back then. Please don’t mind.”
“So, do you still want to be my assistant now?” Jin Zhongbei revealed a meaningful smile, as if he were asking casually.
Sansukini: SPOILER! SPOILER! SPOILER! 1 There’s no second lead in this series. It is completely and utterly OTP
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