Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself

Chapter 509: I’m a Decent Person

Feeling a sense of camaraderie with someone in a similar situation, Mr. Yang racked his brains to think about Yu Xia’s specific expressions of love towards Xie Qingci."Let me think. I remember reports saying her ideal type should be mature and steady, someone who can conquer her, but she changed her preference to be with you, which is quite special."

Xie Qingci wasn’t moved by this, replying with a light "Hmm" and leaving it at that.

"Is that all?"

"...Let me think again. She... maybe she’s just discreet and reserved in her love?"

Anyway, he couldn’t figure it out. It’s not like he, an agent for someone else, should concern himself with the love behaviors of another entertainer!

"Maybe," Xie Qingci said disinterestedly, visibly losing his spirit a bit, lazily gazing out of the car window with his lips pressed in a thin line.

Mr. Yang shook his head, oh, the troubles of young love, something a married middle-aged man like him can’t relate to at all.

The long exam week finally ended, and after holding on for two more days, it was finally the day to visit the set.

Xie Qingci sent a message early in the morning saying he was setting off.

Even the driver could sense his unprecedentedly good mood, with a smile emanating from his eyes above the mask.

However, the driver was still a bit puzzled.

"Why bring a whole box of bread?"

Xie Qingci thoughtfully said, "To feed the fish."

Driver: The fish can eat bread? A whole box???

Xie Qingci didn’t elaborate further, taking a small loaf from the box, tossing it playfully, occasionally showing an intriguing expression.

Yu Xia had arrived at the filming set early in the morning, quickly replied to Xie Qingci’s message, and immersed herself in acting.

The scenes scheduled for this morning were quite important, and the director was never quite satisfied, so they had to redo them repeatedly.

Her face was painted with battle-damaged makeup, with fake blood from her hair to her face to her dress, all sticky and uncomfortable.

But the scenes required it, so she repeated the actions of a madwoman, dragging a sword from a high place to stand in front of the calm monk.

"Clang," she tossed the sword, casually pulling back the long hair sticking to her face and obstructing her vision, as if she had just slaughtered a chicken, lightly saying:

"They opposed me, so I killed them. What about you?"

The fatigue in her eyes and tone was entirely genuine. She’d repeated this too many times and was a bit tired.

The director called "cut" and stood up from behind the camera to clap.

"That take was the best! We got it!"

Yu Xia immediately squatted down to save energy. Opposite her, the male lead Cheng Zhirang, dressed in an immaculate white-gold Taoist robe, asked his assistant to bring over a small stool for her.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Thanks, Cheng." She sat down, strenuously reaching out to Mei, who ran over, asking for her phone.

Xie Qingci had sent a new message, indicating he’d arrive around four in the afternoon.

She smiled and asked Mei to give her stool to Cheng Zhirang.

But he declined.

"Sitting might wrinkle this outfit, and it’ll bother the costume designer to iron it out later. Too much trouble."

Though he was gentle and genteel in both word and deed, people felt too intimidated to converse freely with him for long. So Yu Xia simply said, "Oh, is that so," and looked at her phone again.

She sent a message to Xie Qingci.

[Your boss, Changhui, is indeed very good-looking.]

Xie Qingci: [I’m getting jealous.]

[But he’s not even worth one ten-thousandth of you in my heart.]

Xie Qingci: [Although it sounds a bit insincere, I’m willing to believe that.]

[As long as you’re happy.]

Xie Qingci: [Should I wait for you at the hotel after I arrive, or should I come to the set to wait for you?]

[Hotel]

Xie Qingci: [Alright. I brought you something you love to eat.]

[What is it? I can’t eat too much lately; don’t tempt me to break my diet.]

Xie Qingci: [Something delicious.]

Xie Qingci: [I also brought you some clothes I saw in a shop window before; they’re beautiful.]

[Send a photo for me to see.]

Xie Qingci: [Better not. I don’t want to distract you from focusing on your scenes. See it when you get back, sis; I think you’ll really like it.]

With him saying this, Yu Xia became even more curious, letting her imagination run wild.

Xie Qingci is known for not being entirely straightforward, and it’s easy to imagine the subtle expression on his face as he said those words—indicating it definitely wasn’t something appropriate.

So, she solemnly sent a message back.

[I’m a proper person; don’t mess around.]

Xie Qingci: [.....]

He also sent a meme of a cat rolling its eyes with its paws up.

Quite cute.

On the other side, the director was calling her name. Yu Xia smiled, handed her phone to Mei, and ran over to the director.

The afternoon scenes were lighter. A young actor with little experience couldn’t bring tears for a crying scene, so the director spent time guiding the performance slowly, giving others a break.

Yu Xia, somewhat distracted, kept checking her phone for the time.

Three o’clock, three-oh-four, three-twelve—Xie Qingci should be arriving nearby soon.

Mei noticed she was about to cause sparks with the power button and gently suggested, "Traffic isn’t much of an issue around here; they might have arrived early. Shouldn’t you send a message to check with Xie Qingci, sis?"

Yu Xia was just about to grab her phone but then pulled her hand back.

"Forget it; he’ll arrive when he arrives. I can’t go meet him until filming wraps anyway."

Mei: Then don’t constantly check the time.

After a while, the phone buzzed once; Xie Qingci sent a message saying he was there.

Yu Xia simply glanced at it without replying, lounging in a deck chair with her legs crossed, watching the clouds, grass, and actors instead of eagerly responding.

As if she wasn’t the anxious one from a moment ago.

Mei asked again, "Aren’t you going to reply?"

The last time Mei saw Yu Xia not responding to Xie Qingci was during an argument they had on the Burning Spring set.

Yu Xia lightly said, "What is there to reply? He’s there, so he’s there."

Mei: "....."

Mouth saying one thing, heart feeling another—such a classic, vivid example.

When filming resumed, Yu Xia was more energetic. Despite being exhausted in the morning, she could now pick up a young actor by the back of the collar and demonstrate a brisk walk.

Even the director praised her, "Not bad, Yu Xia. You were so tired earlier this morning; now you’re energetic, delivering an excellent performance!"

Familiar actors nearby laughed.

"Isn’t her boyfriend visiting the set?"

"She’s in a good mood, wanting to finish quickly and wrap up to see her boyfriend!"

"She kept checking her phone all afternoon, almost twisting her neck around."

"She’s been eagerly waiting~"

The director chuckled, "So that’s why; I thought it was my directing that inspired your acting performance."

Unusually, Yu Xia felt a bit embarrassed, facing their teasing with a shy smile.

"Isn’t everyone like this during romantic periods? Let’s keep filming, and don’t make fun of me anymore."

The director was in a good mood, waving his hand expansively, "Finish the next scene, and you can call it a day. You’re the only one in love here, so go spend time with your guy!"

Yu Xia felt shy once again.

She almost felt like a rough man on a construction site getting a surprise visit from his dainty wife, causing the co-workers to rile up, urging her to head home and enjoy time together...