Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 52

Room 1104, Ji Fan’s bedroom.

The air was still.

Jiang Cha threw the small box onto the bed, her snow-white cheeks flushed slightly, like a Chinese painting with rouge-dyed paper. She tried to calmly pretend nothing had happened, but she still felt a bit awkward.

She only dared to steal glances at Ji Fan.

“I brought the medicine.”

Ji Fan didn’t explain too much about the ambiguous little box. She just turned around, took out a transparent small bag from her black travel bag, and shook it, “Three times a day, don’t worry.”

Worried?

Jiang Cha pursed her lips, wanting to retort.

But then she noticed the transparent small ziplock bag.

In the light, the transparent bag contained at least three different types of pills, capsules, white round tablets of different sizes, and green ones.

Why would she need to take so many different kinds of medicine for a cold?

The doubt only lasted for a moment.

There were too many fleeting thoughts, and it was impossible to think deeply about each one.

Jiang Cha said “oh” in a flat tone, then turned around and said, “Remember to close the window at night, the night breeze is cold, don’t get a headache again.”

At the door, Jiang Cha suddenly turned around.

Ji Fan stood there, her black and white eyes fixed on her intently, and she was slightly startled before she could retract her gaze.

“Just now…”

Jiang Cha asked softly, then lowered her head and shook her head, “Forget it. It’s nothing.”

A gust of wind blew, causing Ji Fan’s curly hair to flutter. The light shone from behind, casting a slightly transparent glow on her thin, white chin. Her beautiful red lips were tightly closed, and she remained silent.

Jiang Cha closed the door, her figure disappearing into the quiet, warmly lit corridor. She lowered her head and thought to herself, What could Ji Fan want with that box of finger cots?

She clearly didn’t like using those things before.

Having a box prepared like that gave her some other guesses.

Could it be… could she be…

…using those things with someone else?

Jiang Cha’s heart tightened, her thoughts racing. She desperately wanted to go back and ask for clarification.

But somehow, her feet wouldn’t listen, and yet she stubbornly and forcefully returned to her own room.

Ji Fan’s room was at the end of the corridor, with a small window in front of it.

Hers was a distance away from hers.

She sighed and casually placed the room card on the nearby cabinet. As she raised her eyes, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a familiar small box.

Huh?

Jiang Cha lifted her long hair and glanced sideways, her earlobes as red as jade, tinged with heat.

She suddenly felt very embarrassed.

What on earth was she thinking just now?

So it turned out that every room had one.

••••

“Remember to wear your pajamas and don’t sleep naked, the cameraman will be coming to film tomorrow morning.”

The female host gave everyone a briefing on the next day’s arrangements, then let everyone return to their rooms.

She had a dreamless night.

Early the next morning, Jiang Cha felt a chill on her face and woke up.

There was a magnified face in front of her.

Song Yuan.

The cameraman was adjusting the focus on the side.

The girl in the bed was wearing the hotel’s white bathrobe, the collar closed just right, revealing the soft hollow of her collarbone and chest.

She blinked blankly at the camera, looking confused, as if thinking: Who am I? Where am I?

Jiang Cha was half-asleep and confused as she looked at Song Yuan.

“Here.” Song Yuan handed her a dart and pointed to a board hanging on the wall, saying, “Whatever you hit is what you get.”

The round disc was divided into several areas. Jiang Cha glanced at it, couldn’t see clearly, and threw it casually.

She hit “whisper in the ear”.

What does that mean?

The camerawoman looked at Jiang Cha’s confused expression on the screen and tried to hold back her laughter.

The host held eight room cards in her hand and handed them to her, smiling slightly, “Draw another room card.”

Jiang Cha was dizzy and hadn’t slept well, and she really wanted to crawl back into bed and have a nap. But the camera was still filming, and she didn’t know the program’s arrangements.

She could only helplessly draw a card from her hand.

A black card with a gold corner marked 1104.

Jiang Cha read softly, “1104? What does it mean, whose room card is it?”

The host smiled politely, “Go to room 1104 and wake up the guest in room 1104 by whispering in their ear.”

Jiang Cha suddenly woke up.

Whisper in the ear?

She glanced out the window.

The night was quiet, and the streetlights outside shone brightly, stretching endlessly to the horizon. The deep indigo sky had a hint of dawn in a corner, and Jiang Cha guessed that it was probably early morning.

In the early morning, three people came into the room.

The host, the cameraman, and Song Yuan.

Song Yuan must have hit the “ice cube” section and drawn her room number, so she came to wake her up.

She blinked, looking at the three extra people in the room.

The host always had a smile on her face, dutifully playing the role of a tool; Song Yuan wandered around her room leisurely, looking curiously here and there; and the camerawoman always had a serious expression, trying hard not to laugh.

“Can I throw again?”

Jiang Cha blinked.

Whispering in the ear? That’s too intimate.

Who knows who lives in 1104.

“Okay,” the female host said, “Everyone gets two chances.”

Jiang Cha closed her eyes and threw hard, with a *pat*.

A burst of laughter came from the room.

She opened her eyes.

“…”

The dart had once again landed firmly on the words “whisper in the ear”.

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth.

Fine.

It’s impossible to really do it, she could just do it out of frame.

No one would be able to see from a distance anyway.

She sat up abruptly.

She went into the dressing room and changed her clothes, then went out.

Song Yuan excitedly followed behind her.

Only after the two guests left the room did the host and the camerawoman start laughing together, laughing so hard they almost fell over.

“Hahaha, look how nervous she is!”

The host laid out the room cards in a row, each with a golden 1104 on the corner.

No matter what, Jiang Cha drew 1104.

This was also a little trick by the program team, known only to the staff and not revealed to the guests.

Jiang Cha was sleep-deprived and thought the number 1104 sounded so familiar that she didn’t think about which guest belonged to that familiar door number for a while. Until she followed the row of doors and stopped at the end near the window, she was slightly startled.

She was instantly wide awake.

The doorplate clearly marked the four numbers 1104, and next to it was a half-open small window, with a gentle night breeze blowing.

She only remembered that Ji Fan’s room was near the window, but she didn’t remember the room number.

It turned out that 1104 was the room she was staying in!

Whispering in the ear…

It was a bit too intimate.

Why did she happen to draw her, Jiang Cha thought it was incredible, and then opened the door.

The room was dark, and a person was curled up on the bed, sleeping soundly with the quilt kicked far away, revealing long arms and legs.

Before, Jiang Cha used to lie in that position.

Ji Fan liked to wrap one long leg around her waist when she slept, holding her tightly. When she first slept with her, Jiang Cha had some insomnia, but later she only felt comfortable.

She really liked this feeling of being needed by her.

Jiang Cha turned on a bedside lamp and looked down at her quietly.

Sleeping Beauty.

Her long eyelashes fluttered quietly, her nose was high and straight, her curly hair was messy, but her features were neat and beautiful.

The camera was set up at the door, zooming in.

Jiang Cha leaned forward, approaching her, her long eyelashes trembling constantly.

She leaned closer to Ji Fan’s ear, her lips touching her warm earlobe, engorged, warm, and vibrant. She rubbed gently, not really biting down.

Just then, she was pulled back abruptly.

Ji Fan hugged her neck, her lips pressed against her forehead, her breath quick and trembling slightly.

“Jiang Cha?”

Ji Fan called her softly, “Jiang Cha.”

The sound was very soft, almost like a murmur, with a nasal tone.

Jiang Cha’s heart tightened.

But before Ji Fan could really do anything, the light suddenly became very bright.

“Surprise!”

All the lights were turned on, and the host, holding the hanging round disc, handed her a dart and said, “Throw it, whatever you hit is what you get.”

Ji Fan sat up from the bed, glanced at the round disc, and said nothing.

Her whole body exuded a low pressure.

The host: “…”

Ji Fan’s dart hit the “ice cube” and drew the number 1102, so she took the ice provided by the program team and went to Song Baiwei’s room.

When Song Baiwei saw her, she thought she was dreaming.

Ji Fan’s expression was cold, as if she intended to murder.

The next few people didn’t draw anything too outrageous. The eight people were woken up one by one and gathered downstairs in the hotel.

The sky was still dim, and the program team had prepared a small bus for them. The driver, the camerawoman, and the eight guests all fit in perfectly.

The exterior of the minibus was very simple and friendly, with the large characters “Honeymoon Trip” printed on the outside, which was very eye-catching.

“A wedding company’s car.”

Song Yuan looked at the exaggerated four pink cursive characters and couldn’t help but joke.

Song Yuan and Song Baiwei were quite similar, but Song Yuan looked more lively, her eyes were always bright, and she smiled with curved eyebrows, like crescent moons.

It’s rare for a girl to be naturally likable, but Song Yuan managed it. She shared a similarity with Song Baiwei: there was no prejudice in her eyes, and she was even more approachable than Song Baiwei’s distant demeanor. She was friendly to everyone, without any reservations, and would say whatever she wanted, making people wonder if she ever thought before she spoke.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt, a cropped style, with a pair of sky-blue wide-leg pants underneath, making her waist look slender and her legs long. Her dark hair was simply tied in a ponytail, and she wore a black baseball cap to protect herself from the sun, with only her nose and moist red lips exposed.

“No,”

The guy paired with her on the other side glanced at her and scoffed, “A wedding company this shabby is going to go bankrupt soon.”

After getting on the bus, the four women and four men naturally sat separately. Jiang Cha chose a seat by the window, and Ji Fan followed.

In the aisle, she paused.

Jiang Cha was leaning against the window, looking out at the distance. In the soft light, her jaw was slightly transparent, and her skin was like light green jade. Her soft long hair was loose, and her profile was quiet and indifferent, as if she didn’t care about Ji Fan’s intentions.

Ji Fan took a step closer, seeing that she didn’t react, she bent down and sat down.

Song Yuan and Song Baiwei sat behind them.

“Want some water?”

A bottle of mineral water was passed from behind.

The camerawoman was sitting on the side, with the camera pointed at them.

Ji Fan was wearing a black and white checkered suspender dress with a strong sense of design, and her pure black wide-leg pants made her legs look long and slender. The suspender clung to her slender shoulders, and her delicate collarbone was particularly beautiful. She didn’t need any embellishments on her high heels; there was simply a simple black strap on the instep, which made her snow-white feet look elegant and beautiful.

Simple black strappy high heels, with thin heels and delicate snow-white insteps.

She tied her curly hair behind her head in a low, loose ponytail. The light from the window illuminated her high nose bridge and thin lips. Her long eyelashes drooped quietly, slightly closed, as if she was pondering something.

Jiang Cha on the side tilted her head, closed her eyes, looking sleepy, as if she was catching up on sleep.

Ji Fan’s dark eyes turned, quietly staring at her, then she stood up, reached over her, and pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the light.

The movement was very gentle and did not disturb Jiang Cha.

“Here are today’s tasks, is there a volunteer to draw lots?”

The host finally got on the bus, holding a box in her arms, and asked with a smile.

Song Yuan immediately stood up, “Me!”

Song Yuan’s luck has always been terrible. Whether it’s shopping mall raffles or buying soda for more than twenty years, she’s never won anything good.

Song Baiwei looked at her, wanting to stop her. But seeing her niece’s excited look, she opened and closed her lips silently, but couldn’t say anything.

Whatever.

She’ll just have to accept it if she’s unlucky.

Song Yuan reached in and grabbed a piece of paper.

She lowered her head, her expression changing from excitement to strangeness.

“Read it.”

Someone urged her.

Song Yuan paused for a moment, then read the bold print on the paper:

“Do something shocking in public to attract at least a hundred onlookers and collect 100 coins.”