“No.” Ye Shengge blinked and tried to hold back her tears. “I just want you to be happy.”
The woman sounded confused and aggrieved. Ji Shiting sighed and kissed her forehead.
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.”
“But you’re not happy,” Ye Shengge said.
She didn’t understand why he was trying to suppress his emotions, but Ji Shiting made her feel uneasy and sad.
It would even be better if he was mad at her.
“It’s not your fault,” he said calmly.
He had known from the start that the woman was heartless, and she had other motives for getting close to him. He had tried everything he could to tie her up, yet he couldn’t tolerate her love anymore.
The pride in his bones made him unable to be honest with her, so he could only guide the woman closer to him bit by bit. Unfortunately, her reaction time was slow, so she was probably confused by his attitude every time.
Ji Shiting had thought he was patient enough, but he had overestimated himself.
“Whether it’s my fault or not, I want you to be happy.” She sounded a bit upset. “Tell me what I did wrong.”
Ji Shiting was silent for a while, then he smiled and said, “At least one phone call every day.”
“Yes!” She nodded. “And more.”
“You accomplish that first first.” Ji Shiting snorted, paused for a bit, and then added, “I’ll be on a business trip tomorrow and will be back in about five days. If you have run into any trouble, it would be best to tell me now.”
Ye Shengge felt relieved that he had gotten rid of that repressed feeling.
“I’m fine. Rest assured and go for your business trip.” She softened her voice. “I’ll pick you up the day you come back.”
The woman sounded sweet and obedient.
Ji Shiting scoffed.
It seemed that she still wouldn’t ‘bother’ him.
He told himself to be patient, then said, “Okay. Go to sleep.”
“Goodnight,” Ye Shengge said.
The man stroked her hair in the dark.
She finally found peace and fell asleep.
Ji Shiting had already set off for France the following morning when Ye Shengge woke up.
She went back to the set after breakfast. There were no scenes for her in the morning, so she went back to her suite.
He opened the door and saw Shang Tianyi grabbing his hair, looking like he was about to collapse.
“Why are you here?” Ye Shengge asked with a smile.
“Mu Xiaoya is Summer Wood? Impossible!” Shang Tianyi looked pained. “I don’t believe it!”
“Don’t worry, she’s not.” Ye Shengge sounded smug. “Are you also a fan of Summer Wood?”
“No, I’m not interested in that style of songs,” said Shang Tianyi. “The problem is that all the netizens think so. Summer Wood has been keeping a low profile these days, and her fans are amazing. Do you know that Mu Xiaoya gained two million followers on Weibo just yesterday? If you get into a conflict with her, netizens will definitely flame you!”
Ye Shengge sighed, “To think that you aren’t a Summer Wood fan.”
“Is that even important?” Shang Tianyi was furious.
“Because I’m Summer Wood,” Ye Shengge said with a smile.