Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 40

Song Baiwei’s tone was soft, but her voice fluctuated in volume. Ji Fan only heard the phrase “exchange sincerity with sincerity” and wanted to hear more, but there was only a faint buzzing sound after that, and she couldn’t hear clearly.

Exchange sincerity with sincerity?

What kind of nonsense was she saying to Jiang Cha?

A woman’s intuition is very accurate. Song Baiwei definitely had some unusual feelings for Jiang Cha.

Ji Fan’s eyelids drooped coldly, then she directly twisted the doorknob.

The two people in the office were startled and turned their heads together, both startled.

Ji Fan?

The woman at the door was tall and slender, wearing a pure black lapel coat with double rows of silver buttons shining coldly. The coat was a loose short style, just reaching her waist, making her look young and sharp. She was wearing a snow-white shirt inside, with two buttons casually unbuttoned at the collar, and a cold silver necklace hung on her collarbone, with a square Tanzanite pendant, pressed against her soft chest.

She had long legs and a thin waist, and her light brown trousers were slightly flared. She was just leaning against the door frame with her bag slung over her shoulder.

Her gaze was slightly cold, with a hint of scrutiny.

“Why didn’t Ms. Ji knock before coming in?”

Song Baiwei’s tone was indifferent, neither good nor bad.

Ji Fan smiled lightly, the corner of her lips curled up, and she said indifferently, “Do I need to knock when I’m looking for my wife?”

She emphasized the word “wife” especially clearly, as if emphasizing something.

Song Baiwei looked at her, but didn’t get angry, she just smiled lightly.

Jiang Cha was sitting next to Song Baiwei, and the two of them shared a script, sitting close together in a rather intimate posture. She only raised her head to glance at Ji Fan for a moment when she entered just now, and then lowered her head, without even giving her a sidelong glance.

It was excessively cold.

Jiang Cha was wearing a pure white shirt, clean and spotless, and she lowered her head quietly. Her soft long hair covered her side face, her outline was delicate and beautiful, like an elf. Her fair nose tip and soft red lips were half exposed in her long hair, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Seeing that she was still so indifferent, Ji Fan thought to herself, could it be that she was discovered when she kissed her secretly last night? She couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, so she walked over and sat beside her, and asked calmly:

“Why didn’t you wait for me to go together in the morning? Wouldn’t it be better if I dropped you off at the set on the way?”

“It’s not on the way, and besides, the company has a car.”

Jiang Cha answered her.

Encouraged, Ji Fan put the thermos on the coffee table and said softly, “Chicken soup, drink it while it’s hot.”

“Go out first.” Jiang Cha frowned, “I’m still rehearsing.”

Ji Fan froze for a while, but didn’t leave. She just looked at her nervously, “Mom said you didn’t have breakfast.”

“No need, I’ve eaten some on set.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Song Baiwei smiled softly, “Eat a good breakfast, don’t worry, I’ll just go and see how the set and lighting are doing.”

Song Baiwei picked up the script indifferently and went out first.

The thermos was very effective, and when the lid was opened, there was still a lot of hot mist. The chicken was sinking to the bottom of the soup, and there were a few goji berries, two white lotus seeds, and swollen red dates floating on the surface of the soup.

The fragrance was inviting.

This was the soup her mother loved to cook the most. Southerners have a light taste, and the second biggest hobby after drinking tea is stewing soup. Jiang Cha’s mother was very fond of this, and she often cooked different kinds of soup for Jiang Cha when she was a child, but she rarely drank it since she went to study and work in the north.

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes, and a peculiar emotion flashed in her clear eyes.

But then she stood up.

“Where are you going?”

Ji Fan raised her long eyebrows and looked at her puzzled.

Jiang Cha bent down, lifted her long hair, and leaned closer to Ji Fan’s ear, saying word by word:

“Please be more respectful to Director Song in the future.”

Ji Fan froze.

These words made her heart feel blocked, as if something was stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t refute anything.

Ji Fan’s long eyelashes trembled, and after a long while, she said helplessly, “You want me to respect her? Do you know she’s hitting on you?”

“So what?”

Jiang Cha smiled lightly, looking at her mockingly, “I don’t mind.”

Ji Fan froze.

She smiled lightly, “Very well, okay, you don’t mind.”

Her eyes were filled with gloom.