Substitute Lover [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 68

The bathtub was half full. No one turned off the faucet, and the thin stream of water continued to pour down slowly, steaming up the room. The light gray walls were covered in fine water mist, damp and cold.

The pure white petals of the hyacinth were covered in water droplets, crystal clear, lying delicately in the crevices of the petals.

Jiang Cha was pushed back by her, her white back pressed against the cold wall.

Ji Fan hugged her tightly, her fingertips slipped into the hem of her clothes, and she rubbed her waist hard, over and over again. The breath by her ear trembled slightly, very hot, with a hint of urgency and a forceful momentum. Her long eyelashes were damp with mist, drooping half-wet, but her eyes were bright, with a hint of aggressiveness.

Her warm lips brushed against her ear, and Ji Fan said softly, “I dare not?”

A thin blush appeared on Jiang Cha’s white eyelids, and her eyes were watery. She raised her eyes to look at her, her gaze slightly cold.

She was still acting aloof.

A cold light flickered in Ji Fan’s thick curly hair. She lowered her head and took a bite of Jiang Cha’s delicate neck, then turned her head and gently held her lips, her tongue constantly probing into the moist mouth, over and over again.

She teased for a moment, then kissed deeply.

Jiang Cha was still pushing her, but for some reason, the push was not forceful, and it seemed more like a response, a flirtation.

Jiang Cha’s body was a little soft, limp and weak.

She hadn’t had such an intimate touch in a long time.

It was like poppies, addictive.

Jiang Cha leaned weakly against the wall, her red lips parted, breathing silently.

••••

Ji Fan’s fingertips were slightly cold as she unfastened the buttons on her back.

Her tongue slid out, slowly descending, across her white neck and collarbone.

Her slender fingers lifted the hem of her dress.

The kiss slowly slid upward.

A soft, warm abdomen, the navel…

••••

Jiang Cha’s slender white fingers curled slightly, her earlobes were as red as blood, but she only endured silently.

Ji Fan gently took a bite.

Unexpectedly.

Jiang Cha’s body trembled sensitively.

She pushed Ji Fan away angrily. The floor was slippery, and with her push, Ji Fan fell into the bathtub clumsily.

She was still holding onto Jiang Cha, and with that, Jiang Cha was pulled in as well.

Jiang Cha pressed down on her, raising her head from Ji Fan’s chest, looking a bit dazed.

Ji Fan’s hair tips were soaked, floating in the water, her clothes still on, now clinging to her body, heavy and damp.

Jiang Cha lay on top of her.

She slightly propped herself up.

Her back’s curves were soft and beautiful, her waist slender and delicate, her hips high and firm.

Her clothes had long been drenched, clinging limply to her body, unable to hide anything.

It was unclear who had undressed the other first, but by the time they regained their senses, their wet clothes were already tossed into piles on the floor. The air was filled with hot mist, and their breathing was slightly stifled.

••••

Ji Fan held Jiang Cha, their bodies pressed together beneath a cascading shower.

As she kissed Jiang Cha, her fingers trailed along the inside of Jiang Cha’s thigh, lingering on the most sensitive spot.

Ji Fan’s long eyelashes fluttered. She waited for Jiang Cha’s reaction.

But Jiang Cha didn’t respond.

Even at a time like this, Jiang Cha remained silent, not making a single sound, not even a slight hum.

Ji Fan’s heart tightened.

She looked at Jiang Cha, inexplicably feeling a boundless pity. She wanted to cherish her but didn’t know how.

She leaned close to Jiang Cha’s ear and sighed softly and helplessly, “I’m sorry.”

“…….”

Ji Fan lowered her head, her long, dark eyelashes covering her eyes. Her voice is soft as she said, “I’m really sorry.”

Jiang Cha’s body suddenly stiffened.

As if she had heard something terrible, the color drained from her face instantly, as swiftly as a tide, leaving nothing behind. Jiang Cha’s face was pale, her lips trembled, but she didn’t make a sound.

Ji Fan hugged her and whispered, “I’m sorry. I used to…”

Jiang Cha pushed her away violently.

It was as if she had used all her strength. Her voice trembled as she said coldly, “Get out.”

Ji Fan didn’t understand. She stumbled and managed to stand steady, her long hair still wet, with water constantly dripping down her chest.

Ji Fan looked at her helplessly, “What?”

Jiang Cha lowered her head, her wet hair curled up in the bathtub, trembling slightly as if she were cold. She hugged her thin white knees and said coldly again, “Get out.”

Was she sober?

Ji Fan’s face turned pale, and she instantly lost her composure. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she hurriedly found a bath towel and wrapped herself in it.

“Tonight…”

Ji Fan wanted to explain, but before she could finish her sentence, Jiang Cha covered her ears and let out another painful cry, “Get out! Please get out!”

Ji Fan’s lips were a little pale, but her lips were very red. Her long hair was messy and tangled over her shoulders, dripping water drop by drop onto the floor.

She stared at Jiang Cha quietly for a while and finally left.

That night, the two didn’t sleep in the same bed.

For the first time, Ji Fan took the initiative and took the quilt to the study next door. The two of them curled up on either side of a wall, seemingly strangers again.

When Ji Fan got up in the morning, Jiang Cha’s door was still closed.

She had never cooked before. This was the first time.

Ji Fan cooked white porridge, following a recipe she found online, adding goji berries and peanuts, and cooking it in a pressure cooker for half an hour. Then she found some lettuce from the refrigerator, which was still very fresh with tender green leaves.

Perhaps after a night’s sleep, Jiang Cha would forget everything.

Since Jiang Cha liked to grow flowers, Ji Fan took the watering can and watered the flowers she had been raising. The spring sunlight passed through the dense branches and thick petals of the white tea flowers, falling on the soil, with a faint fragrance.

Click.

Jiang Cha opened the door.

She had already washed up and dressed neatly, with impeccable makeup.

Seeing that she had cooked porridge and steamed a plate of green vegetables, Jiang Cha didn’t say anything. She simply sat down and quietly finished her meal.

Ji Fan felt a little relieved.

They both tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened last night.

They just ate in silence, quietly and orderly.

When leaving in the morning, Jiang Cha suddenly said, “The movie will be finished soon.”

Ji Fan paused with the spoon in her hand and said, “How much longer?”

“Basically everything is finished, except for the last action scene. We have to wait for a small rainy day to shoot, and then we’ll wrap up.”

Ji Fan nodded faintly, and then heard Jiang Cha say, “Let’s get a divorce after we finish filming the last scene.”

Ji Fan lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering all her emotions.

Jiang Cha closed the door and left neatly.

The white porridge was still steaming, with a few red goji berries and peanuts floating in it. She had eaten half of it and left the other half. The plate of steamed lettuce had already gone cold and looked unappetizing.

Ji Fan supported her forehead, and for a long time, she was blinded by a bright white light and couldn’t see anything.

••••

The sky outside was a bit overcast, as if it might rain. The yellow trumpet trees that had recently bloomed were already withering, falling to the ground and being trampled into a muddy mess.

Jiang Cha waited for the driver and got into the car.

The film shooting progress was much faster than she had initially predicted.

The duration of a film shoot can vary greatly, from a few weeks to several years. Generally, the cycle for a regular film is about three months. The one Jiang Cha was in had been shooting for over two months. The shooting time of a film is more related to its subject matter and genre, and its quality has nothing to do with the length of the shoot. Some directors can win international awards with films shot in just a few weeks, while others produce flops even after shooting for seven months.

For “Camel Cigarette,” a film with relatively few difficult action scenes and special effects, the shooting progress was relatively fast.

The only challenging action scene, which required a timely light rain, was repeatedly postponed.

Today, she was going to train for the gunfight scene.

The props used in police and gangster films are generally not real guns. They use bullets without bullets that produce sparks and sounds when fired, making them very similar to real guns. They are generally called prop guns. During filming, blood packs can be placed inside a person’s clothes to create the effect of blood splattering. For scenes where objects are destroyed, a small amount of explosives is usually placed inside the object, and a jet device is placed underneath.

After training and waiting for a rainy day, they would be able to wrap up completely.

Jiang Cha’s long eyelashes fluttered as she checked the time.

It was 8:30 in the morning.

She checked Weibo again and found that the second trailer for the show they had participated in had been released, and the broadcast time was approaching. Just as Jiang Cha was about to exit, her finger accidentally tapped on a video.

Soft music played.

Ji Fan stood under a large tree full of white flowers, wearing a black fitted dress. The silver dark pattern on the skirt made her look a bit cold, and her skin was as white as snow. She held a violin steadily on her shoulder, her chin resting on the violin, and her white, slender fingers held the bow, the strings vibrating gently, floating away with the wind.

Jiang Cha glanced at it.

Just as she was about to close it, a WeChat message popped up.

–“Let’s have dinner together tonight.”

It was from Bai Yihan.

Jiang Cha frowned and replied that she didn’t have time.

She put her phone back in her bag. The driver arrived and rolled down the window, looking at her.

Jiang Cha got into the car and dozed off for a while. The car went over a speed bump, jolted a few times, and after an unknown amount of time, they arrived at their destination.

Just as Jiang Cha was about to get out of the car, she paused.

She felt her bag vibrate.

Jiang Cha took out her phone from the inner pocket and glanced at it. Another chat box popped up from the top.

This time it was from Ji Fan.

–“Would you like to have dinner together tonight?”

T/N: WRONG! Why say “I’m sorry” at that moment? That was the perfect chance to say “I like you” or “I love you”! Sigh… How am I supposed to feel now? 😭