Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The first rays of the morning sun broke through the sky.
The electronic clock at the bedside jumped to six oâclock.
Liang Che woke up automatically, and he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
A moment later, he felt something was wrong.
Last night...
Wasnât he sleeping on the coach?
But the ceiling seemed to be in his room?
And...
A delayed feeling of touch attacked his mind.
The delicate skin, soft body, and the warmth from her so close body...
Liang Che: â...â
He swallowed with a little bit of difficulty, then lowered his head to look at the person in his arms.
Her head was buried in his chest, revealing only half of her beautiful profile. In the morning light, he could see the fine hairs on her face.
Liang Cheâs throat was dry.
He carefully moved aside Ming Shuâs hand which was on his waist, then tried to draw back his arm.
âLiang Che...â
Liang Cheâs movements froze.
âWhy are you moving around in the early morning?â Ming Shu pulled his arm back. âDonât move.â
Liang Che: â...â
She called his name. Liang Che sighed, accepted his fate and held her tighter, lying still and tracing the patterns on the ceiling with his eyes.
At half past six...
Ming Shu sat up, dazed, but wasnât upright for two seconds before she fell down again. âYoung brother, Iâm so hungry.â
âI... just ordered some breakfast, itâll be delivered soon,â Liang Che said. âPut on your clothes first.â
Ming Shu lay on his body, her eyes hazy.
âYoung brother...â
Listening to her vague voice, Liang Che felt numb and feeble all over. His skin where it touched hers seemed to be burning all the way down to his core.
Ming Shu seemed to sense that. She moved her body aside a bit, but leaned over and pressed against him again a moment later.
Liang Che heard the breath leave his body.
Before he had time to push her aside, she kissed his lips.
Liang Che and Ming Shu had lived together for so long, but he didnât cross this line on his own initiative. It could be deferred that he didnât value this aspect of things very much.
But now Ming Shu pressed him onto the bed and kissed him in this way.
There seemed to be a string snapping in his brain.
The phone rang abruptly.
Ming Shu stopped and searched for the phone.
âGood morning, this is your breakfast...â
Ming Shu hung up the phone, propped herself up, and looked at Liang Che. There was a faint smile at her mouth. âWeâll continue next time.â
Then she got off the bed and went to get breakfast.
Liang Che: â...â
He shouldnât have ordered breakfast.
...
Mumu came with big and small bags the next day. Liang Che and Ming Shu were both not at home, so Mother Wen opened the door for her.
After she had cooked a table of food, Ming Shu came back.
âWhereâs Brother Liang Che?â
âWent to work,â Ming Shu answered. âWhy do you call him brother?â
âWell...â Mumu hesitated innocently. âWhat should I call him then?â
âLiang Che.â
âWouldnât that be a little impolite?â
âWill you call anyone brother?â
â...I call those who are good-looking brothers.â
âI didnât see that you are a face-obsessed girl, how deeply you hide, young lady!â
Mumu smiled broadly. âEveryone loves beauty. I know, Sister Wen Di, you are jealous, I wonât call him brother then.â
She gave Ming Shu a naughty wink, then walked quickly into the kitchen. The meal was ready.
âLittle Di, if you have things to do, just go to work. You donât have to take care of me.â
At the table, Mother Wen took food to Ming Shu guiltily.
âIâm not busy. There isnât much work to do recently.â
âGood, itâs good for you to have more rest. Itâs no use making that much money, health does matter.â Mother Wen helped bring more food to Ming Shuâs plate. âYou should eat more, and you, Mumu. You are all too thin.â
âThank you, aunt,â Mumu replied hurriedly.
âI should thank you. You came and cooked for me specially.â This young girl was sweet and vivacious. She liked her very much.
She wondered how her daughter had met such a friend.
âItâs nothing. I donât have lots of things to do, anyway. I came here, and Sister Wen Di could teach me a lot.â
Mother Wen laughed and enjoyed talking with Mumu, as if she had forgotten those annoyances.
âOh, right, doesnât Liang Che, that kid, come back and have lunch?â
âNo, heâs busy today.â Ming Shu spared her eating time to answer. âIâll send some to him later.â
âOkay. You should eat quicker then, donât make him starve.â
â...â Who is your real kid here now!
âIf you are in a loving relationship, you should be serious, donât hurt his feelings.â
â...â Who is your real kid here now!
After lunch, Ming Shu packed the food Mumu had saved in a meal box and prepared to go.
As she walked to the door, Ming Shu pulled out two scripts from the file packet she carried and handed them to Mumu. âRead these two scripts.â
Scr... script...
Suddenly she felt the papers in her hand were so heavy.
âSister Wen Di, this...â
âYou cook well, and Sister will help you fly.â
â...â
...
At Reaching The Moon Studio...
Ming Shu swaggered and appeared outside the Reaching The Moon Studio without any disguise. When the passersby recognized her, she even gave them a gentle smile.
She wasnât afraid of being surrounded at all.
Perhaps sheâd behaved way too liberally, the passersby were instead a little timid and didnât dare to approach.
Ming Shu stood at the Reaching The Moon Studioâs door.
âIâll go tomorrow, itâs too late today...â
The door was pulled open. The person coming out was faced with Ming Shuâs smiling face and forgot the following words immediately...
âWen... Wen Di...â
âWe meet again.â
The paparazzo uttered a hollow laugh.
He swallowed and asked carefully, âAre you here for Brother Liang?â
No one in the studio didnât know now that their Brother Liang was kept by Wen Di.
But even after so long had passed, Wen Di never came here.
Brother Liang still came to work as usual and they couldnât tell anything from him.
âYes.â
âIâll lead the way.â The paparazzo let Ming Shu in. The staff members in the studio looked over consecutively.
Wen Di was actually here in the studio?!
Impressive, Brother Liang!
He coaxed his âsugar mamaâ so well!
If they released this news... Brother Liang would probably beat them to death.
The paparazzo took Ming Shu to the office door.
Ming Shu knocked. Liang Che was writing something and asked in an extremely cold tone, âWhatâs the matter?â
âYoung brother.â
Liang Che paused and raised his head, looking over.
He put down his pen. âWhat are you doing here?â
Ming Shu went around the desk and put the meal box in front of him. âHere, your mother-in-law asked me to bring you lunch.â
Liang Che: â...â
My mother-in-law asked you to so you came?
Why couldnât it be you who wanted to come yourself?
âYou came out like this again?â Liang Che rested his eyes on her fair face. âIâve told you last time, you should at least wear a mask when you are out.â
It was impossible to require her to disguise herself the way other stars did.
And he should be thankful that she hadnât prepared herself a red carpet and walked on it.
âShouldnât pretty people be appreciated by others?â
âYou are a famous star...â
âSo what?â
Iâm not a human?
Who said that artists must wear masks when they were out?
Who!
âWill you eat this or not? If not, I can help you.â
Liang Che: â...â
If this was a TV drama, the audience must curse her.
Liang Che sighed and pulled her to the sofa at the side.
The food smelled good, but the beauty was more delicious.
Liang Che thought of this morning and was a little upset, so he kissed Ming Shu hard for a long while.