Chapter 50 - Found Passion 18+

After class ended, Song Meiling took her time to pack up. She kept stealing glances at Zhang Enyu, waiting for the other students to leave.

She saw him leaving when she quickly caught up to him. "Zhang Enyu," she called out. He paused, turning his head slightly, glaring at her.

"Em, sorry—Mr. Zhang?" she corrected herself.

Zhang Enyu kept walking, looking ahead. "Can I help you, Miss Song?" he asked her.

Song Meiling held a binder in her arms, squeezing it. "I want to do well in this course, Mr. Zhang. I will take this class seriously," she said determinedly.

Zhang Enyu paused. He glanced at her with his smoke-grey eyes and silvery lashes. "You know when my office hours are," he said deeply. Song Meiling shivered as Zhang Enyu walked ahead away at a faster pace.

She stood rooted, trying to compose herself before the next class.

...

Song Luli arrived to set for the night scene, right after spending the morning in the office.

Long Jie was the one who dropped her off since she left the car parked overnight.

At the set, Lan Shufen was already waiting for her. His long hair covered his eyes, concealing his face.

"Lan Shufen," Song Luli called out to him.

"What?" he responded.

Song Luli lifted a hand, sweeping his bangs from his forehead. "You have a pretty face," she said.

Lan Shufen flushed. "Eh????" he said, taken aback.

Song Luli laughed at his bashful expression. She then stepped to his side and said, "Let's get to work."

Song Luli found herself occupied around the outdoor set. It was the last scene that she and Lan Shufen would be helping on since they have to move forward with other new projects.

The outdoor scene was an intense scene capturing the climax of the film. It was cold, so Lan Shufen gave her a blanket and hot chocolate.

"Do you have any more writing ideas?" Song Luli asked Lan Shufen softly.

Lan Shufen sighed. "At the moment, no. I feel as if I worked on this project for so long. But my creative inspiration comes as I keep going."

Song Luli thought about it. She knew Lan Shufen was extremely talented.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Me?" Song Luli questioned.

"Yes. Do you have any ideas?" Lan Shufen continued.

Song Luli looked down towards her steaming hot chocolate, warming her fingers. "I don't think any of my ideas are good. Though, my husband had encouraged me to write a screenplay, without even knowing how much it meant to me," she said, thinking about Long Jie.

Lan Shufen smiled, "Well, we all start somewhere. And it doesn't matter how long it takes." He faced Song Luli. "Remember I sent you that draft before we met, and you said it needed revision?" he asked her.

Song Luli nodded.

"That was my twentieth draft," he said.

Song Luli's eyes widened. "You wrote it twenty times?" she asked him.

Lan Shufen nodded.

"Why?" Song Luli questioned softly. They spoke low, far from the camera, but close enough to see the action of the fight scene.

"It wasn't good," he began. "You would like to believe that the first time you write something, it would be good; it isn't. But you don't stop; you keep writing, and you keep failing until you succeed."

Song Luli took a moment to weigh in his words. "Will you help me?" she asked him.

Lan Shufen grinned genuinely. "Of course. You've helped me get this far," he said, "It's only fair."

Song Luli smiled back at him. "You're a good friend, Lan Shufen."

Lan Shufen flushed. He wasn't good at making friends, and he doesn't know why Song Luli would consider him one.

After the scene finished, Song Luli parted with the cast and crew. She went home, ate some food, and proceeded to lose herself in the study room.

Using her laptop, she began to draft some ideas. Long Jie had entered the room, curiously watching her, and Song Luli didn't notice as she was engrossed in her work, typing away. He had his arms crossed, wearing a smile on his lips as he walked behind her. He hovered over her shoulder, resting his chin under the crook of her neck. Song Luli shook, startled.

"You scared me," she said.

"Sorry," he apologized, glancing at the screen. "What are you doing?"

Song Luli gestured him to sit next to her. She then proceeded to show Long Jie about the ideas she was brainstorming. Song Luli found herself going on and on, and when she finished, she noticed Long Jie was smiling.

Song Luli's lips parted. "Why are you smiling?" she asked him. Long Jie held his smile—a smile so devilish, wickedly beautiful, and blinding.

"You seem to have found your passion," he told her.

Song Luli felt stunned. He was right. She wasn't sure what it was, and though she had written stories in the past, it was a subtle hobby.

"You mean...I can do this as a career?" she asked him, unsure of what he thought. She was the CEO of an entertainment company, but Long Jie was the one who supported the finances. If she became a screenwriter, would he mind? Would he prefer a woman with a more practical job? Grandmother Long's words rang in her mind. His grandparents didn't approve of her because she was in Entertainment.

"Yes," he answered. "I would be happy if you did."

"Why?" she asked breathlessly, unbelieving.

Long Jie smiled again. "Because it will make you happy."

Song Luli's eyes brimmed with tears, though her face didn't wrinkle. She felt a sense of relief. It took long, but she finally found what she wanted to do besides run a company, something that she chose to do. And judging by Long Jie's tone, he wasn't giving her his blessing; he was offering his support, which meant more to her.

Long Jie brushed his thumb over her skin, under her eyes, wiping away the fallen tears.

Only with him can she be this vulnerable, and some part of her felt terror at the realization, but another part of her wanted to embrace it fully.

"Long Jie," she whispered.

"Yes?" he responded, caressing her face unconsciously, even after her skin had dried.

"Take me to bed," she breathed.

Long Jie stilled. He gazed at her. "All right," he answered.

Long Jie then took her hand, guiding her to his bedroom—the room she found herself gravitating towards at night.

Inside, Song Luli shut the door behind him. She kissed him hurriedly as he bent down to capture hers. Long Jie was tall, and there were moments where she wanted to climb him, mount him. But instead, she roamed her hands over his body as he kissed her hard. With Long Jie, it felt as if she was dancing—endlessly, fleetingly, and beautifully.

She had never felt like this before.

Song Luli pulled herself away from his lips. His face reddened, matching the colour of his hair. He panted hard, dazed with dreamy eyes. Song Luli brushed his lower lip with her thumb. She kissed him before dropping to her knees.

She unzipped his pants, pulling out his half-roused cock, gripping it with her hand. "Luli—" he breathed, but any more of his words were cut off when she took him in her mouth.

This time, she was in control.

Long Jie pressed his hands on the wall and door behind him, as she licked and sucked his length. She had a vicious mouth, as Long Jie liked to think of when he was being treated by his wife.

At the moment he finished, Long Jie almost said something he couldn't believe himself. He picked up Song Luli, returning the favour, but afterwards, he thought long about how much she was creeping up to the tune of his fluttering chest.

His stomach felt like dropping at the nervous pit he had for Luli.