Chapter 117 - Song Chuyi Is Really Despicable

“Ruan Yang…” her words didn’t sound like comfort but more like a blow. Changqing was in a daze.

Ruan Yang said without a choice, “The things Song Chuyi said make sense. If Guan Ying were to live unhappily, he might be pushed away by you in order to make up for her unhappiness…”

“I didn’t push him on to Guan Ying; it was mainly because Guan Ying saved me before. She was injured and hospitalized because of me…”

“Exactly, she was hospitalized because of you and even missed out on such a good drama series,” Ruan Yang interrupted her, “Have you ever thought about this—even if Fu Yu promises you that the next female lead role will still be given to Guan Ying, can you guarantee that she will become popular? There are so many newbies in the entertainment industry; aren’t they all pretty? However, there are only a few who can actually become popular. If Guan Ying doesn’t become popular in the future or suffers in any way or is disadvantaged, are you always going to make up for it? Changqing, your way of thinking is very unfair to Song Chuyi.”

“He’s right—he’s not an object. His separation from Guan Ying is his problem and whether he wants to reconcile with Guan Ying is also his problem. Even if you’re his wife, there are some things you don’t have the right to do. Besides, it was indeed Guan Ying who let him down. Don’t you think this isn’t right? Or in other words, you never respected him at all.”

Changqing was suddenly awakened and she realized how foolish she acted recently.

“Therefore, I feel it’s good you’re getting a divorce. That way, you won’t need to feel bad towards Guan Ying,” Ruan Yang said, “Stay at my place for now then. I’ll find time in the next couple of days to visit you and Guan Ying.”

After she hung up, Changqing curled up into a ball.

Ruan Yang said the divorce was a good thing, then so be it.

However, was there a need for divorce and marriage to be as speedy as fast food?

Tea Restaurant.

Zhan Mingwei held a cup of piping hot Tie Guan Yin [1. A type of Chinese tea] in between his thumb and index finger. He lowered his head and placed the cup between his teeth, taking a little sip. “Tea made in this high-grade boccaro teacup is indeed different.”

“What’s the difference? Why don’t we get a drink at the bar?” Li Shaobin looked disapprovingly at Song Chuyi who had been lying in the chair with flower engravings. “When you fall out of love, you should go to the bar.”

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” Song Chuyi tasted the tea slightly.

Li Shaobin scoffed. “Seriously? You’re just going to be so kind-hearted and divorce Yan Changqing just like that? If it were me, I wouldn’t do that. Spending the night with another man behind my back—I wouldn’t get a divorce simply so she and her adulterer can never get together for the rest of their lives.”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt, standing up with the slap of his thigh.

Zhan Mingwei frowned and said, “What are you going to do?”

Li Shaobin was furious. “In this world, I’m the only one that can bully Old Song, but this Fu Yu had to bully our Old Song time and again. I’ll have to cripple his family jewels and see if he dares to snatch anyone else’s woman.”

Zhan Mingwei took in a breath of cold air in a weird way and looked at Song Chuyi with a fox-like smile. “Don’t say anymore, Old Song. Although you’ve been toyed with consecutively by two women, our Shaobin treasures you so much. It’s worth it.”

“I find it disgusting, alright?” Song Chuyi looked disapprovingly at Li Shaobin. “Sit.”

Li Shaobin was frustrated. “I say, why do you keep putting up with it? You weren’t like this in the past.”

Song Chuyi stroked his forehead. “These kinds of things involve two willing parties and besides… my uncle is running an election now and it’s important. I better cause less trouble at this crucial point in time.”

“True…” Zhan Mingwei gave Li Shaobin a warning look. “The internet is pretty advanced now; take it easy, lad.”

“Fine, fine, fine. I’ll just turn a blind eye, alright?” Li Shaobin sat back down. “Then when are you planning to get a divorce? If I were to say, you should do it sooner. Fu Yu already took her home to spend the night; don’t wait till they start cohabitating before you get divorced. That would really be an embarrassment.”

Song Chuyi’s expression turned worse. Zhan Mingwei gave Li Shaobin a meaningful look. “Alright, cut it out.”

Li Shaobin blinked, immediately showing that he understood.

True, to be made a cuckold by the same man twice was indeed very embarrassing.

The next day, Changqing went for a commercial shoot.

Wen Tong came to pick her up. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt and didn’t even do her makeup or apply any lotion. She had heavy dark eye circles and the rims of her eyes were red. Wen Tong got quite a shock when she saw Changqing. “Sis, even if you got this drink commercial with your background and look pretty, you can’t go and show up so sloppily.”

“Whatever…” Changqing wasn’t in the mood. She didn’t sleep well last night and felt unwell now.

“What’s wrong with you?” Wen Tong asked, “Had a fight with Dr. Song?”

“We’re getting a divorce,” Changqing said hoarsely.

“Sis, today isn’t April Fool’s Day. Don’t joke with me,” Wen Tong said sternly.

“It’s true.” Changqing turned her face away.

“Why are you getting a divorce?” Wen Tong couldn’t accept this fact more than Changqing. “Who suggested it? Did you do something idiotic again? Or does he have a woman on the outside?”Read the next chapter on our novelhall.com

“Cut it out. It’s a long story.” Changqing bit her lip. She had finally stabilized her emotions with much difficulty this morning and she didn’t want to break down again.

Wen Tong was at her wit’s end and could only drive to the drink company first. Otherwise, they would be late.

When they were approaching the company, she suddenly received a call from the drink company. Wen Tong thought they were calling to rush them at first, but in the end, the other party insisted on not having Changqing shoot the commercial the moment he opened his mouth.

“Are you kidding me?” Wen Tong felt as though a bolt of lightning had flashed across the clear skies. “We discussed it before and signed a contract. Changqing also rescheduled her work to make time for this, but now you just said you’re not shooting with her. Aren’t you being a bully?”

The other party chuckled and said, “We approached her to shoot before because she had a good image, but our company heard the news that Miss Yan is not only married but is also currently undergoing a divorce. I’m sorry, our company cannot have a spokesperson with such a negative image. If you have to talk about a breach of contract, I can question your responsibilities. Miss Wen, as a manager for so many years, you should know that if an artiste’s image has been damaged, the advertisers have a right to breach the contract. Unless Yan Changqing isn’t intending to get a divorce.”

“Fine, you win. You’ve got guts.” Wen Tong hung up furiously. “Alright, we don’t have to shoot the commercial today. This Song Chuyi is really despicable—even taking a commercial back once you talk about divorce.”

Changqing did wonder if this drink commercial was arranged by Song Chuyi before, and after this incident, she was sure of it now.

She hung her head low dejectedly.

Wen Tong couldn’t even bear to blame her. “Forget it, forget it. If you’re getting a divorce, so be it. Without him, you might even be able to find someone better, like Fu Yu. Isn’t he still waiting for you silently? Since we have nothing going on today, let’s go shopping and binge on food.”

Changqing let her decide.

After a day of shopping, Changqing brought her shopping bags and returned to Ruan Yang’s house. Staying alone in Ruan Yang’s two-storey apartment was still quite scary for her, so she dragged Wen Tong along to accompany her.

Wen Tong was also rarely so loyal.

The second day, Changqing filmed the entire day for the re-shoot again and when she returned to the apartment, Ruan Yang was back too.

“Ruan Yang, did you come back specifically to accompany me knowing that I’ve fallen out of love?” Changqing hugged her and kept pouting from feeling touched.

Ruan Yang pinched her bulging cheeks. “I originally planned to take a long break now and I happened to not accept any new scripts. I planned to take some time off to go overseas on holiday.”

“It wasn’t for me at all? Do you have to be so blunt?” Changqing pressed her lips together. “But I also want to go overseas on holiday too. Why don’t you wait for me and I’ll get Wen Tong to make arrangements so that I can go out and play for a few days to drive my sorrows away?”

Ruan Yang curled her lips and raised her eyebrows, not saying a word, only walking to the adjacent refrigerator and taking out a bottle of yoghurt, twisting the cap open.

Changqing watched her back and slowly detected something. “Don’t tell me… you’re going on a holiday with that boyfriend of yours?”

Ruan Yang smiled and didn’t say a word.

But Changqing understood she was agreeing tacitly.

Her face fell. “This solo dog here, who’s about to lose her spouse, just received ten thousand blows. I suddenly feel so bad for myself. I got married and didn’t even have a honeymoon; I haven’t gone on a holiday with Song Chuchu yet I’m about to get a divorce.”

She turned around in frustration and felt unable to get over it.

Ruan Yang stroked her head. “Don’t think too much, I’ll drink with you tonight at home. You must’ve felt so stifled these past few days.”

“You know me best.”

That night, Changqing had a lot to drink. The second day, when she was filming on the set, she suffered from a hangover.

Changqing persisted and finished the shoot. In the evening, they had to shoot overtime as well. When it was about to end, Fu Yu came over and sat on a chair at the side quietly, watching Changqing.

Wen Tong looked at the way he gazed softly at her and her heart went weak.

When that scene was done, the script supervisor shouted, “CEO Fu brought a few boxes of lychees over. Everyone, come eat some. Changqing, quick, taste it—this was all thanks to you.”

Changqing felt awkward. Although everyone on the production team knew about the care Fu Yu was showing towards her, saying it out loud still made her feel quite uncomfortable.

However, she clearly knew in her heart that Fu Yu brought lychees because she liked them. When she was young, she would always ask to eat some whenever it was summer.

“I bought them especially for you. If you’re not going to eat them, they’ll be gone.” Fu Yu took six to seven large and plump lychees over and peeled them open. The fresh lychees were soft and succulent.

On this sweltering day, Changqing’s throat was parched from a day’s worth of shooting and the sight of it gave her cravings.

Fu Yu pursed his lips and smiled indulgently, feeding her.

“I can do it by myself.” Changqing said extremely helplessly as she quickly took some, although she couldn’t bear to. “Brother Fu Yu, I know you’re nice to me and very kind to me, but I’m married after all. The people on the production team don’t know it, but you do.”

Fu Yu lowered his head and watched as Changqing looked like she had a lot on her mind and recalled Longxin told him that morning that Changqing had moved out from Song Chuyi’s place. He more or less understood that the two’s marriage might be in danger. He understood Changqing—her ability to handle situations wasn’t good and every time she got hurt, she always wanted to look for someone to lean on and talk to. At first, he thought this would be the best time for him to come in while she was vulnerable, but Changqing didn’t seem to appreciate his kindness.

He felt hurt. It seemed that after all these years, many things had changed.

In the past, Changqing always looked for him the moment anything went a little rough, but now…