Ji Shiting wound down the window and let the autumn wind in.
He unbuttoned his shirt and put his right hand on the window. Night had fallen, and the lights shone on his handsome face.
Over the phone, Grandpa Ji voice said, âWhy have you become more unfilial after getting married? How long has it been since you last visited me?â
Ji Shiting smiled and said, âDidnât you tell me to enjoy our time together?â
âBut the problem is that Shengge is filming in the Film City, and youâre on a business trip. How long will it take you two to meet?â Grandpa Ji was furious. âAt this rate, when will I get a great-grandson?â
âIâll take Shengge back to the manor to visit you after she gets some rest,â Ji Shiting said. âAre you satisfied now?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHumph ...â Grandpa Ji said coldly. âDonât think I donât know what youâre up to. I donât have much raw stones left. I planned to give them to your grandma below, after a hundred years and not give them to you.â
âGrandma doesnât like diamonds.â Ji Shiting raised his eyebrows. âShe likes jade.â
Grandpa Ji was rendered speechless again. â... Canât you buy it yourself if you want to give it to your wife?â
âThe quality in the market isnât good enough,â Ji Shiting said. âIf thereâs anything good in the future, Iâll get it and return it to you.â
âLetâs talk about it after you bring Shengge back.â Grandpa Ji scoffed and hung up the phone.
Ji Shiting curled his lips as he fiddled with his phone.
Ye Shengge would probably be done with her dayâs filming and would call him in about half an hour.
...
Ye Shengge didnât even remember that she had a routine phone call to make.
Qin Youhui and Xiao Liu were setting up the living room according to the filmâs plot. âShengge, walk over from that direction later.â Qin Youhui pointed to the door. âIâll sit on the step and drink. Xiao Liu, shoot from this direction. Lin Qi, shoot from the other side.â
Little Liu and Lin Qi nodded solemnly.
Ye Shengge was still nervous, but seeing how professional and calm Qin Youhui was, she didnât want to let him down.
âI understand.â She nodded.
âOkay, letâs begin.â Qin Youhui could tell that she was worried, so he smiled and said, âDonât be afraid. Donât think of yourself as Xue Ning. Iâm not Qin Youhui, but your only hope, Rong Yuxiu. Relax, youâre an actress.â
Ye Shengge felt a bit ashamed.
Thatâs right. This was just work. Being too nervous would only make Qin Youhui feel awkward.
âRest assured.â Ye Shengge walked to the door and pulled her cloak tighter.
Qin Youhui also lay down on the sofa, holding a wine pot.
Qin Youhui immediately got into character after hearing what Lin Qi said. He took a sip of wine and sang, â... Thereâs a new worry in my eyes. Thereâs no way to get rid of it. I just started to frown, but now Iâm worried.â
He sounded like he was letting loose, yet his tone was full of self-mockery, grief, and disappointment.
Xue Ning inched closer.
âLord Rong has a bright future ahead of him. I donât know how many daughters and concubines want a husband, so could he be trapped by love?â She smiled and said.