Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 54

The slender waist she was wrapping her arms around was incredibly soft and warm, its sensation penetrating deep into her heart.

Jiang Cha was wearing a white chiffon blouse, with the collar slightly open, the fabric soft and slightly transparent. Through such a thin layer of cloth, her body temperature felt somewhat hot.

Holding her like this, Ji Fan was a little nervous.

One second, two seconds.

Jiang Cha didn’t push her away.

Ji Fan lowered her head and gently pressed her lips against the dark crown of her hair, smelling a hint of fragrance from the hair. She had just washed her hair, and her hair had a slight scent of jasmine.

The cameraman with the red baseball cap carrying the camera brightened his eyes and zoomed in.

Keenly capturing this moment.

In the lens, Jiang Cha seemed to be lost in thought, with a slight blush on her snow-white side profile.

But the next second, she turned around, her expression cold, and she rudely pushed Ji Fan away.

There were few people around, and in the morning light, a few gray pigeons were pacing cautiously, pecking at crumbs of bread.

Song Yuan stood awkwardly in place, trying to look calm and rational, but in fact, she was very flustered.

Can’t there be a simple friendship, a simple “like” between girls?

Why did it seem like she was up to something?

“Ms. Ji, I really didn’t mean it that way.”

Ji Fan raised her eyes, her silver earrings flashed, and she looked at her coldly.

She didn’t respond.

Song Yuan really didn’t mean anything else. She was just used to being close and affectionate with people, and saying “like” was nothing unusual, she had no other thoughts.

Jiang Cha glanced at her watch, picked up her brush, bent down and continued painting.

Half of a painting had been drawn on the ground, and it was not yet complete, but Ji Fan was slightly startled when she saw it.

She squatted down and looked at it carefully again, and after a long while, she asked Jiang Cha, “You like it too?”

Her tone was a bit surprised, happy, and unbelievable.

What she said made no sense.

But Jiang Cha knew what she meant.

“Yeah.”

Jiang Cha lowered her head and adjusted the paint again.

Ji Fan looked at her deeply and said softly, “I like this one too.”

Jiang Cha’s expression dimmed slightly.

Ji Fan liked it.

Of course she knew.

When she had a secret crush on Ji Fan in the past, Jiang Cha had carefully studied what Ji Fan liked and disliked.

Back then, she had secretly paid attention to the seat where Ji Fan always sat in the library and even specifically read the books that Ji Fan had read. Most of the books Ji Fan read were professional books, mainly focusing on mathematics and science. Those theoretical books that were far beyond her knowledge, Jiang Cha would just flip through them, feeling too profound, and then put them back.

But once, by chance, she saw a biography of Van Gogh with a red hard cover on Ji Fan’s seat, in addition to a stack of professional books.

On the cover, a man with a bandaged ear, holding a pipe in his mouth, looked melancholy.

It was Van Gogh’s self-portrait.

At that time, Jiang Cha felt like she had discovered a secret, and she was very happy, feeling that she seemed to understand Ji Fan a little more.

She remembered that she could oil paint, and she felt that she had found a little common interest with Ji Fan. When she chatted with Ji Fan, she would intentionally or unintentionally guide the topic and express some opinions.

But Ji Fan was not interested.

The common ground that Jiang Cha had finally discovered, Ji Fan simply didn’t notice, and didn’t care about it.

Although Jiang Cha was sad, she was very good at adjusting her mood and was very patient.

Once, for Ji Fan’s birthday, Jiang Cha specially copied a self-portrait of Van Gogh, packaged it very carefully, and gave it to Ji Fan as a gift.

As a result, when Ji Fan opened it, saw the painting, frowned, and her expression turned cold to the extreme.

Then she went out expressionlessly and threw the painting into the trash can downstairs.

That painting, she had painted it countless times, wasted a lot of canvas and paint, and finally picked out one that she was satisfied with and could present.

Ji Fan’s birthday was in winter, which happened to be very close to the exam month.

In order to give her the painting, Jiang Cha didn’t have time to review her lessons, and failed a very difficult elective course.

She got her first failing grade ever.

And the painting she had put so much effort into was just thrown into the trash can, like some kind of eyesore.

Ji Fan didn’t even give her an explanation.

The brush paused, and a blue dot fell.

Her long hair was draped over her waist, covering Jiang Cha’s side profile.

Her expression became even colder.

A shadow fell from Ji Fan, and her gaze fixed on the ground.

“This was created by Van Gogh after his second mental breakdown,” Ji Fan said softly, “You painted his painting, but you don’t understand his feelings.”

“I understand.”

Jiang Cha was concentrating on painting a bright yellow crescent moon under the light blue tone.

“You understand?”

Ji Fan sighed softly, and a faint gloom flashed in her black and white eyes, “You won’t understand unless you’ve experienced it.”

“You’re not me, how do you know I don’t understand?”

Jiang Cha raised her eyes and looked at Ji Fan calmly.

Ji Fan was speechless.

Song Yuan squatted down, shook her head and sighed, “This kind of thing, different people understand it differently, what’s there to argue about?”

Ji Fan was silent for a moment, and said meaninglessly, “I’ve always kept the painting you gave me.”

Jiang Cha’s wrist paused.

“What painting?” Jiang Cha smiled nonchalantly, “I don’t remember.”

“The birthday present.”

Jiang Cha smiled lightly and asked, “Didn’t you throw it away?”

Ji Fan looked away, her expression a little embarrassed, and she vaguely said, “I didn’t. I picked it up again.”

T/N: Sigh… If you like it, what’s the need to show her you’re throwing the painting away? This scam’s thinking is quite annoying.