Rong Guang, suspecting nothing, was about to go.
Before she left, she thought for a moment, then turned back and asked, “How’s your knee? Does it still hurt?”
“I’ll tell you later.” Chu Feiliang propped her face up with her palm, looking at Rong Guang with a hint of laziness. “Go on.”
Rong Guang, at least having some reassurance, answered with an affirmative and ran towards the makeup room.
When Wang Lujie heard Rong Guang’s reason for being there, she felt a wave of suffocation.
She glanced at the phone, which was charging with its screen off, thought for a long moment, and finally said to Rong Guang, “On your way to deliver the phone…”
Rong Guang listened carefully, thinking Wang Lujie was about to instruct her not to casually scroll through any messages.
However, Wang Lujie’s expression shifted several times before she finally said, “Be careful not to fall.”
Rong Guang was completely bewildered. She was just delivering a phone, why would she fall?
Wang Lujie looked conflicted. Should she tell Rong Guang that Chu Feiliang had specifically set the phone to light up when flipped over?
Chu Feiliang was practically possessed by Sima Zhao; her intentions were obvious to everyone.
Yet, Rong Guang still replied, “Okay.”
Wang Lujie sighed, lamenting Rong Guang’s imminent tragic fate, when she saw Rong Guang unplug the phone and freeze on the spot.
She stared at Chu Feiliang’s phone screen, completely stunned, and couldn’t help but stammer, “This… this is…”
She turned her head, about to ask Wang Lujie, but the moment she looked up, Wang Lujie had vanished.
The chair left behind was still spinning, but its former occupant was gone. At the same time, the sound of water flushing from the bathroom suddenly grew louder.
Rong Guang: “…”
Even if she were any slower, she would have realized by now that Chu Feiliang had probably sent her to get the phone on purpose.
If she hadn’t discovered anything on the way, then so be it… but if she hadn’t, Chu Feiliang would probably have found a way to make her discover it herself.
But now that she knew in advance…
Rong Guang was a little nervous, and also a little expectant—what would Chu Feiliang have her do later?
She remembered this picture.
After her rebirth, the first thing she did was browse through everything related to her past to strengthen her memory of this age, not to mention her Weibo content.
She hadn’t posted many messages on this account. Although the content spanned three years, there were only about four hundred posts in total, which didn’t take long to read through.
That picture was from a lip gloss endorsement she had recently accepted. It hadn’t been officially announced yet. Only after reviewing the contract did she dare to post that picture on her little-known side Weibo account.
She never expected Chu Feiliang to make it her lock screen…
Rong Guang pursed her lips, calmed herself down for a moment, and then, clutching the phone, walked softly to Chu Feiliang’s side.
“Sister, here.” Rong Guang placed the phone on the table.
Chu Feiliang gave a soft “en” and said nothing more, seemingly paying no mind to the phone at all.
Rong Guang stole several glances at her, then cleared her throat and said softly, “Sister, aren’t you going to look at your phone?”
Chu Feiliang’s expression was neutral, her gaze still fixed on the script in her hands. Hearing this, she said, “Why would I look at my phone?”
Rong Guang couldn’t help but peek over the table at the script in Chu Feiliang’s hands, feeling a little disappointed to find—it wasn’t upside down. Chu Feiliang was genuinely reading her script.
She suddenly felt a bit dejected. She glanced wistfully at the phone and said, “It’s nothing…”
“En.” Chu Feiliang nodded and said, “Did you see Lulu on your way here?”
“I did.” Rong Guang answered whatever she was asked, looking a little pitiful. “She should be over in a bit.”
Wang Lujie’s ‘intuition’ was very sharp; she had deliberately left them enough time alone.
Unfortunately, Chu Feiliang didn’t play by the rules this time and didn’t do anything at all.
Rong Guang couldn’t help but sigh. She slumped onto the table, aimlessly rubbing a drop of water on its surface back and forth.
After a while, Wang Lujie finally arrived, fashionably late.
She glanced at the atmosphere between the two and felt that something was not quite right.
Rong Guang was exuding a low-pressure aura, and even Chu Feiliang’s spirits weren’t high.
She remained silent for two seconds, then stood to the side and asked cautiously, “Did you two… have a fight?”
Rong Guang looked up. “No.”
“Fight about what?” Chu Feiliang raised an eyebrow, took a couple of sips from the red date tea beside her, and said, “Why would we fight? Are you that eager for us to fight? Are you still my assistant or not? Why can’t you wish me well for once?!”
Chu Feiliang’s words left Wang Lujie completely dizzy. She clutched her head and said, “No… no, no, no, I didn’t mean that at all. I mean, it’s nothing, I never said anything.”
She shouldn’t have come over!
Wang Lujie bit her nails in frustration!
“Alright.” Chu Feiliang tossed the script to Wang Lujie and said, “Go see if Director Zhang’s side is done setting up. Are we still filming tonight or not?”
Wang Lujie didn’t even have to go over. She replied directly, “They’re getting ready. Those few extras were called out and scolded one by one. They’re being incredibly obedient now. If things go well, it should be a one-take pass. The take you saved before was too forced, you didn’t want to use it yourself.”
Chu Feiliang stood up, threw her military greatcoat onto Wang Lujie, stretched her limbs, and let the makeup artist beside her touch up her makeup. She said, “Where’s the medicine? Bring it over.”
Wang Lujie checked the time and asked, “Take it now?”
“The sooner I take it, the sooner it’s over with. Might as well take it while I’m in a good mood, saves me the annoyance later tonight.” Chu Feiliang frowned and held out her hand.
Helpless, Wang Lujie took out a small pouch containing a few pills and two capsules of different colors.
As Rong Guang listened, her ears had perked up at some point.
Hearing this, she asked, “What medicine? Why are you taking so much?”
And none of them were even in their packaging.
“For insomnia, mood regulation, and vitamins,” Chu Feiliang said casually, downing the medicine in one go and taking a sip of water from the cup Wang Lujie handed her.
After taking a few more sips to swallow all the medicine, she sat back down in her chair, allowing the makeup artist to continue with her touch-up.
Rong Guang asked nervously, “Is it just insomnia? How long has it been? Have you seen a doctor?”
“I have. I know what I’m doing.” Chu Feiliang glanced at Rong Guang, then suddenly let out a soft “huh?”
Rong Guang and Wang Lujie froze in unison and asked, “What’s wrong?”
With a solemn expression, Chu Feiliang placed the cup back on the table and said, “Look at this cup.”
Wang Lujie remembered the previous incident with Jiang Ruyi, and her face turned pale. “What’s wrong with the cup? I just took it out of the package…”
“Oh, not that.” Chu Feiliang crossed one leg over the other. At first, she could keep it still.
After a moment, her crossed leg began to sway, her toes tapping rhythmically. She said, “Look, has my lip makeup come off? Is the print neat? Why do I feel like the print on this paper cup is so broken and uneven?”
Rong Guang and Wang Lujie were simultaneously dumbfounded.
Chu Feiliang asked the makeup artist to wait for a moment. Then, without looking, she fumbled around the table with one hand and found her phone.
Her phone screen lit up upon touch. Instantly, a picture of red lips pressed against a paper cup, drinking water, appeared before everyone present. Rong Guang’s eyelid twitched.
Wang Lujie nearly crushed the cup in her hand.
Only then did Chu Feiliang feign surprise and say, “Here, take a look. How can the person in this picture leave such a beautiful lip print? Why can’t I? What was it, who shot this ad again?”
A moment later, Chu Feiliang slapped her forehead and said with sudden realization, “Look at my memory. I forgot it was an ad Teacher Rong shot a while ago.”
As she spoke, she snatched the paper cup from Wang Lujie’s hand with an expression of someone thirsty for knowledge. She deliberately turned the side with her lipstick mark to face Rong Guang and said humbly, “I’ll have to trouble Teacher Rong to take another look, study it a bit more. Where did I not press well enough, where do I need to apply more force, so you can teach me later.”
After saying that, amidst everyone’s petrified gazes, she patted her bottom and sauntered away.
Rong Guang, Wang Lujie, and the makeup artist: “……………………”
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