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Zhao Qingqing could no longer hold back her laughter. She secretly tossed her chopsticks onto the table, crouched down to pretend to pick them up, and then covered her mouth as she laughed heartily, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
As she laughed, a warm feeling blossomed in her heart. However, she had laughed so much that when she stood up, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
Someone who had always been intolerant of her smugness leaned in closer and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, “How about we try all the positions from that book under your drawer tonight?”
Zhao Qingqing nearly choked on a piece of braised mushroom. She struggled to swallow it down and stared at Boss Ye in shock, her eyes wide as saucers.
How did he know about that book, "Court Secret Manual"? It was sent back from Australia by her sister-in-law before marriage, along with a letter stating that her brother was actually quite dense.
Sister Da Ye had suggested that he might not know how to perform the rites of marriage properly and encouraged her to study it thoroughly so she could guide the clueless man when the time came.
Sister Da Ye even joked about sending adult films, but her brother-in-law had stopped her.
At that time, Zhao Qingqing had no idea what expression to wear while holding that letter.
As for the secret manual, after flipping through just a couple of pages, it mysteriously developed needle holes within days, and it was promptly buried deep in the drawer thereafter.
This incident later became a source of amusement for the film connoisseurs in the adult industry and made Sister from the TV station laugh until Zhao Qingqing felt like she was losing her mind.
Of course, it turned out that Sister Da Ye's concerns were unfounded; looking back now, it seemed quite suspicious.
No one knew her brother better than her sister. Sister Da Ye had once remarked that Boss Ye's private life was dreadfully dull—filled only with studying and work, or work and exercise. If it weren't for his considerable wealth, he would have seemed like a monk adhering strictly to his vows.
But he had been so… commendable since their wedding night. Was it the secret manual quietly working its magic?
Zhao Qingqing only thought for a moment about the poses in the book, and her neck turned red all the way to the tips of her ears, her face burning hot.
Boss Ye, seeing that his goal had been achieved, smirked slightly as he picked up a piece of eggplant to eat, all while maintaining a low-key smugness, even though everyone knew he usually hated eggplant!
Hmph! Always bullying others!
As the gathering was about to disperse, Zhao Qingqing remembered she still had work to do in the afternoon, so she rushed to the restroom to touch up her makeup. After finishing, she felt the urge to use the toilet again. Just as she was about to step out of the stall, she overheard someone outside mentioning her name.
Hmm… Should she go out or stay put? That was the question.
Going out might feel awkward as it would interrupt others gossiping about her.
Staying in felt morally questionable, especially since she was the subject of their gossip.
Zhao Qingqing was torn, her brows furrowed tightly as her hands anxiously fidgeted with the hem of her clothes.
In her hesitation, the gossipers were already chatting away, their rumors spilling out uncontrollably.
Zhao Qingqing thought that eavesdropping on gossip was not only unethical but could also bring about retribution. At that moment, she felt so sad, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her heart.
In the afternoon, some people still had to go back to work, some were heading home, while others had already requested leave to stay at the wedding and continue having fun. Those who were leaving took their rides home, and since Zhao Qingqing still had post-production work to finish, Boss Ye offered to drive her back to the television station.
Along the way, Zhao Qingqing was unusually quiet, completely unlike her usual lively self. When they arrived at the company entrance, she was still lost in thought, staring vacantly out of the car window.
Ye Jing unbuckled her seatbelt, and this slight movement brought her back to reality. She suddenly noticed Ye Jing's eyes close to hers and, as if enchanted, softly called out to him, "Brother Ye..."
Their families had been close friends for generations. When they were young, she often played at his family’s old house. He was four years older than her, and she used to call him Brother Ye. After he moved to Australia with his parents, she had never called him that again.
She gazed intently at Ye Jing and asked, "Do you love me?"
Boss Ye's expression softened instantly; it wasn't a distant kind of affection but a genuine warmth. He slowly reached out and gently brushed his fingers across her somewhat pale cheek, asking in return, "What are you thinking about now?"
But Zhao Qingqing continued on her own: "I don’t think so."
His expression turned cold in an instant, a flicker of icy light flashing in his eyes.
"Even if you think there is love, it isn't really that; it's merely possessiveness. You were the one who made Xiao Youfeng terminate his contract with the film company, weren't you? And you were behind Xu Ziqi's transfer under the guise of reassignment? Xu Ziqi is my senior; I found my own goals because of his speeches. He is my idol, and I admire him. My feelings for him are not what you think. Perhaps to you, they have indeed done something wrong, but you are hurting two people's dreams."
As she spoke, her thoughts drifted away to memories of the class monitor who had fought with her in kindergarten and ended up with a swollen nose, and her desk mate in elementary school who falsely accused her of cheating and transferred the next day...
She sighed softly and continued, "It turns out that all these years, your way of caring for me has never changed. I believe love isn't like this; it shouldn't harm innocent people for selfish desires. I'm feeling a bit confused and scared right now; I don't know how to interact with others because I'm afraid I might hurt someone without realizing it. So I think we should take some time apart."
He only wanted her to be the freest and happiest person in the world.
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