Chapter 5

Chapter 5

After Liang Yan and I parted on bad terms, he only doubled down on propping up Zhong Ni.

He even made a big show of visiting the set to back her up.

He was forcing me to bow my head.

And of course I would.

Only, this would be the last time.

I called Liang Yan, but he hung up on me immediately.

Fortunately, patience was the one thing I had never lacked.

I sent him WeChat messages one after another, each word sincere, each line humble.

“Ah Yan, don’t be mad anymore.”

“Every day we’ve been in this cold war, I’ve cried until my face was soaked.”

…

“My birthday is coming up. Could you come eat a bowl of Aozao noodles with me?”

I had looked into Liang Yan before.

His mother died young, and his father barely paid him any attention, so his stepmother had raised him into a mess.

All the warmth he associated with family came from the mother he had lost too early.

His mother was from Suzhou, and every year on his birthday, she would make him a bowl of Aozao noodles.

So on my first birthday after getting together with him, when he asked me what I wanted, I said I wanted to eat a bowl of Aozao noodles.

I told him I had grown up by my grandmother’s side.

That my grandmother was from Suzhou, and every year on my birthday, she would make me a bowl of Aozao noodles.

I was certain Liang Yan wouldn’t bother to check where my grandmother, who had been in the ground for more than ten years, had actually been from.

Sure enough, Liang Yan only pulled me into his arms with reddened eyes. “Okay. From now on, I’ll eat Aozao noodles with you every year.”

So even though Liang Yan took a long time to reply, “I’ll see when the time comes,” I knew he would definitely show up.

On my birthday, the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky.

Zhong Ni got into another conflict with me over some trivial matter.

This time, I didn’t give way. I only let out a cold laugh.

Then, beside her ear, in a voice only the two of us could hear, I provoked her.

“Aren’t you only so bold because Ah Yan is backing you up?”

“Then did you know Ah Yan is coming to the set today to celebrate my birthday?”

“Miss Zhong, you’d better rein in that temper of yours. You’re about to fall out of favor.”

Zhong Ni couldn’t believe it. She called Liang Yan right in front of me.

“…Mm. I’m flying over tonight to visit the set,” Liang Yan replied, sounding slightly impatient.

Maybe his tone gave Zhong Ni a sense of crisis.

She spat, “We still don’t know whose donkey will die,” and ran off.

I really wanted to advise her to practice her Mandarin. The saying was “whose deer will die.”

Liang Yan booked a private room and invited the crew to celebrate my birthday with me.

But just as it was time to cut the cake, Liang Yan, who had been beside me a moment ago, had vanished.

I glanced at the location tracker on my phone and understood.

Half a year ago, when I had been planning to cut ties with him, I’d installed a tracking app on his phone.

It could be activated from my phone.

But only once. After use, it would self-destruct, and even if he checked, he wouldn’t find anything.

I told everyone to excuse me for a moment, then went out to look for him.

Following the tracker, I found them without much effort.

Liang Yan and Zhong Ni were in the stairwell.

As expected, the enraged Zhong Ni couldn’t wait to offer Liang Yan her body.

The wet sounds of a man and woman kissing echoed through the empty stairwell.

I took a deep breath and steadied my hands, which were trembling from excitement.

Then I took out my phone and began recording through the crack in the door.

The two of them kissed for a while.

Zhong Ni was turned around and pressed against the wall.

Her long dress was pushed up to her waist.

…

“Brother Yan, doing this with me when Bai Li is just on the other side of the wall-doesn’t it feel exciting?”

Zhong Ni suddenly looked back as she asked, giving me a perfect high-definition shot of her face.

“You ruined her birthday, and you still have the nerve to ask?” Liang Yan teased.

“Then is she better… ah… or am I better?”

“Shut up and focus.”

“Ah… Brother Yan, be gentler,” Zhong Ni whined.

“Who was it just now who insisted on dragging me here to do this? If it hurts, then endure it.”

With a sharp smack, Liang Yan slapped her on the backside and said hoarsely.

…

When Liang Yan finished, I glanced at the recording length.

Six minutes.

Tsk. So short.

I put my phone away.

It was my turn to make an entrance.