Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 44

It was supposed to be a light kiss, but fueled by alcohol, her courage grew.

Ji Fan tilted her head and sucked hard, pushing her against the wall, holding her neck and shoulders, deepening the kiss one after another.

Jiang Cha’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, she kept pushing, closing her eyes tightly, and finally used all her strength to push her away.

There was only an inch of distance between them.

Their breaths intertwined, with slight panting.

Her long eyelashes trembled, and they stared at each other quietly for a moment.

“Are you sick?”

Jiang Cha wiped the water off her lips, looking a little startled.

Then she looked back, and fortunately, there were only three people in the empty corridor.

The girl was maintaining a stiff posture not far away, looking at both of them.

“Let me explain.”

“No need.”

Jiang Cha turned around and walked forward coldly, “I don’t care, really.”

After walking a distance, Jiang Cha heard a cold voice from behind the woman, seemingly trying to suppress the urge to lose her temper.

“I’m married.”

“…”

“The one just now, she’s my wife.”

“…”

“Spilling red wine on clothes is too cliché, and it’s also annoying. If you hadn’t looked a little like her, I would have lost my temper just now.”

“…”

“With such a bad heart, go back where you came from, don’t let me see you again.”

••••

During the award ceremony, Jiang Cha just followed along and applauded, watching familiar faces go up and down the stage. Ji Fan was in front, occasionally looking up to see if she was going up, but she waited for a long time and didn’t wait.

It was normal.

Jiang Cha had expected it, but now she felt a slight discomfort.

When the banquet ended, Ji Fan stood up and glanced at Jiang Cha.

The crowd was bustling, but Jiang Cha sat calmly, very quiet. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her waist was so slender it could be grasped with one hand. She was talking to a little girl next to her, looking in a good mood, as if she was smiling.

Ji Fan was startled and couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. She was just a little nervous.

She stood up from her seat, tucked a strand of curly hair behind her ear, and then adjusted the hem of her black long dress before walking over gracefully.

“Let’s go home.”

Ji Fan tried to look at Jiang Cha, “Together?”

It just so happened that Yang Yan said the company driver couldn’t come to pick her up today. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cha didn’t want to make a fuss, so she agreed.

Agreed?

Ji Fan blinked in disbelief.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly.

••••

It was around 9 o’clock at night, and the streets were bustling with people.

Ji Fan already had a headache, and the warm wind blowing over made her feel even more dizzy.

When they got into the car, the driver didn’t know where to go.

Before the car started, a child outside was holding a balloon. As soon as he let go, the balloon flew away, and he cried loudly. His mother held him and patted his back, softly coaxing him, saying that it was okay if the balloon flew away, they could just buy another one, but the child wouldn’t listen, just tilted his head and looked up at the sky, crying non-stop.

Ji Fan turned her head and looked out the window, the dim light of the street lamp instantly illuminated her eyes.

“A child is so fussy just because a balloon flew away.”

She murmured softly.

“Indeed, just buy another one if it flies away. They are all balloons, what’s the difference?”

Jiang Cha replied as she fastened her seatbelt.

Ji Fan lowered her head, the outline of her profile in the long hair was clearly defined by the light and shadow, and her eyes were especially beautiful and moving, with long and thick eyelashes.

“It’s different.”

Ji Fan said softly, “The balloon is the same, but the mood you have is different.”

Jiang Cha glanced at her and said nothing.

She paused for a moment, then reminded:

“Fasten your seatbelt, there’s a fine of two hundred for not wearing one.”

Ji Fan smiled lightly.

She was wearing that black long dress, leaning against the back seat, her slender legs crossed casually, her thin arms folded across her chest, her eyes turned to Jiang Cha, and she smiled:

“You help me fasten it.”

Jiang Cha looked straight ahead and said coldly, “Is it appropriate?”

Ji Fan raised an eyebrow and had to fasten it herself, replying, “Why not?”

The driver arrived soon and got into the car while apologizing.

It was noisy outside, but the car was very quiet.

Ji Fan pondered for a moment, thinking that she had kissed her again just now, was Jiang Cha angry? So she looked a little unnatural and started making small talk.

“Do you like children?”

“I like them.”

That was true.

Jiang Cha replied to her, and Ji Fan became bolder.

“It’s a pity.”

Ji Fan leaned closer to her ear, pinched her finger, looked at her with her long eyelashes fluttering, and her voice was dry and hoarse, “I wish I could make you pregnant.”

Jiang Cha turned her eyes to her.

Those eyes were like deep wells, bottomless. Jiang Cha couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart and looked away.

“You’ve already crossed the line today.”

“Oh.”

Ji Fan carelessly tossed her curly hair behind her ear, letting the night wind blow through, her expression a little lonely.

“Since I’ve already crossed the line, why not go further.”

Ji Fan’s voice was a little lazy.

It was more like the recklessness of drunkenness than laziness.

“You know,” Ji Fan tilted her head, her eyelashes narrowed, “Every time you have that cold and indifferent look, it makes me want to…”

She suddenly leaned in and said softly, “Maltreat you.”

Jiang Cha pushed her away abruptly, turned her face to the side, and a snowy white cheek was flushed in her dark hair.

Ji Fan clicked her tongue, not taking it seriously at all, instead, she laughed, “Shy?”

“You’re so shameless.”

Jiang Cha took out her phone from her bag and swiped through it to see if there were any messages to reply to, ignoring Ji Fan.

“Go to Ruifu.”

Ji Fan ordered the driver.

Ruifu was Ji Fan’s residence.

Located in the central villa area, it was a modern and classical architectural combination, a courtyard-style villa. Designed by a top overseas designer, it was simple and atmospheric. The villa complex faced the lake, scattered along the shore, with an excellent view.

“Not going home?”

Jiang Cha asked in surprise.

“En. Just tell mom and dad.”

Jiang Cha looked at her resistantly, “Why?”

The car windows were all open, and the night wind was blowing in, slightly damp, and it felt cool on her face.

“Go to my place, I’ll show you something small.”

Ji Fan’s expression was a bit mysterious, like a child.

Jiang Cha was puzzled.

It wasn’t until Ji Fan led her upstairs and into her bedroom that she discovered a pink and white cage on the floor.

Inside the cage was a pure white little thing with long, soft ears drooping, ice-blue eyes, and it was standing in the cage washing its face with its tiny front paws, looking very happy.

Jiang Cha was startled, as if she was a little surprised.

“Do you like it?”

Ji Fan squatted on the ground and said softly, “Isn’t it cute?”

“Your pet?”

Jiang Cha couldn’t help but stick her finger into the cage and gently touched its nose.

The pink little nose moved up and down, it stared warily for a moment, then jumped back and hid for a moment.

“It’s not mine.”

Ji Fan opened the cage door and took the rabbit out, “It’s ours.”

The lop-eared rabbit was very docile, quietly nestled in her arms, and didn’t make any noise. Its pink little nose moved up and down, and its ice-blue eyes looked around uneasily, its pupils dilating and contracting, as if it was a little wary of Jiang Cha.

“What should we name it?” she asked.

“…”

Jiang Cha looked at her quietly for a long time, then sighed softly, “It’s unnecessary.”

Ji Fan was stunned. The moonlight fell on her drooping eyelashes, casting a faint shadow of loneliness.

She remained stiff for a moment before smiling again:
“You call it ‘Unnecessary’?”

Ji Fan chuckled softly: “It doesn’t sound good. Let’s find another name.”

“Whatever,” Jiang Cha said with a headache.

“Then let’s wait until you think of a name.”

She stuffed the lop-eared rabbit back into its cage, her expression indifferent.

Ji Fan sighed softly and sat on the bed.

Her long, curly hair was a bit messy, falling in strands. She lowered her head, her expression growing weary.

“Those heterosexuals, once they have a child, it seems like they can last longer.”

Jiang Cha looked at her and asked:
“What’s the point of lasting longer? Everyone gets old.”

“Isn’t it bad to get old?”

“When you get old, you get ugly.”

“So what?”

“You’ll still like me when I’m ugly?”

“Liking someone doesn’t require conditions.”

Jiang Cha was a little surprised and looked up at her.

Doesn’t require conditions.

Ji Fan looked up at her, the moonlight softly falling, and for a moment it felt like eternity. She thought to herself, no matter what you’re like, I like you.

Whether you’re down-and-out or successful.

Whether you’re cold or passionate.

In my eyes, it’s all the same.

A little childish, a little cute.

Ji Fan got up, took the violin case from the bookshelf, opened it, rubbed the bow with a crystal-clear yellow rosin box, and expertly placed the violin on her shoulder. She tilted her head slightly and leaned forward, then placed the bow on the strings.

Her long, beautiful hand moved slightly.

The violin strings trembled faintly.

The night breeze lifted the hem of her black gauze skirt, revealing slender, snow-white calves.

Her long, dark eyelashes drooped quietly, casting a light shadow on her eyelids.

Her profile was very calm.

A soothing nocturne.

Romantic and expressive nocturnes are typically used to convey one’s feelings to a lover at night.

Why she had agreed to her request that day, why she had played this piece, was already unknown.

She only remembered being nervous when Jiang Cha looked at her intently and accidentally played a wrong note.

“Didn’t you ask what this piece was called?”

Ji Fan leaned closer to her ear, her dark eyes filled with amusement. “Schubert serenade’s. You don’t even know that? Your musical taste is terrible.”

Schubert serenade?

Jiang Cha didn’t know.

Jiang Cha frowned.

She hated these endless, vague insinuations.

It was just a violin piece, after all.

When the piece ended, Ji Fan carefully placed the violin on the table.

Her eyes fixed on Jiang Cha, and her red lips curved into a smile.

“I want to kiss you.”

“…”

Jiang Cha refused, “No.”

“I miss you,” Ji Fan approached barefoot, wrapped her arms around her neck, and leaned in boldly. “I want you.”

Jiang Cha pushed her away abruptly, “No.”

Ji Fan stumbled back, let out a muffled sound, and then thought for a moment:

“Or you can come to me.”

Ji Fan turned and climbed onto the bed. Her skirt was a little disheveled, revealing a corner of her leg. She lay on her side, her long, thick curly hair draped softly over the pillow.

She looked at Jiang Cha quietly.

Her expression was a bit nervous.

“Stop flattering yourself,”

Jiang Cha couldn’t help but say, “I’m not interested in you. Not at all.”