The rain started and stopped, at times pouring and at times drizzling, a chill seeping in through the cracks of the window that wouldn’t close properly. The more it was like this, the more reluctant one was to leave the warm bed, the soft pillow, and the person in their arms.
Song Yushi reached out and turned off the alarm, her heart full of gloom.
Thirty seconds ago, along with the alarm, a message from Xiao Nan had arrived: “Reporting, boss! You can still laze in bed for another ten minutes! I’ll call you in ten minutes! Report complete!”
Song Yushi closed her eyes and replied, “Okay, thank you for your hard work.”
The phone was tossed back onto the nightstand. Song Yushi snuggled back into Qi Ke’s arms, skin against skin, silky and smooth. Qi Ke moved, pressing closer to her, resting her chin on the top of her head, drowsy and lazy. “…What time is it?”
Song Yushi gradually regained consciousness, recalling the time she had just seen, and mumbled, “Four-ten.”
Qi Ke hummed. “Four o’clock.”
Then, she shot her eyes open and exclaimed, “You woke up at four?! You set your alarm for four? What for? To catch ghosts?”
“To film.” Song Yushi was in a bad mood from waking up early and couldn’t be bothered with her witty remarks.
A pang of heartache shot through Qi Ke. She tightened her arms around Song Yushi and whispered in her ear, “Our little Captain, who hates waking up early the most, has to work so hard every day just to film.”
Her voice was soft, affectionate, and wronged.
Song Yushi couldn’t help but smile.
“Why don’t you stop filming?” Qi Ke lowered her head and pinched Song Yushi’s chin, like a tycoon trying to lure away a young girl. “You come with me, I’ll support you. You know, I’m very rich.”
Song Yushi narrowed her eyes slightly. “How rich?”
Qi Ke pretended to think seriously. “I’ll buy you bags, as many as you want.”
Song Yushi continued to test her. “What else?”
“I’ll buy the floors above and below your apartment, knock them through, and make a three-story little villa. Then we can do it wherever we want. Where do you like? I prefer the bay window.”
Song Yushi poked Qi Ke lightly.
Qi Ke wasn’t ticklish. Instead, she hugged her even tighter, pestering Song Yushi for an answer. Song Yushi thought for a moment and said, “I want to do it in the practice room.”
Qi Ke gave a questioning hum.
Song Yushi was gradually waking from her drowsiness, her tone calm. “Back when we were in the group, every time I watched you dance in the practice room, I wanted to rip your clothes off.”
Qi Ke: “…Oho.”
“Your thoughts are very dangerous, Captain.” She laughed and went to pinch Song Yushi, her tone full of pride. “I like it.” Then she added with regret, “Why didn’t you put it into practice?”
Song Yushi: “…”
Because she still had her sanity.
Song Yushi estimated that Xiao Nan would be calling soon. She pushed Qi Ke away, sat up, and slowly began to get dressed. The conditions last night had been poor, and they were afraid of being overheard, so they hadn’t dared to be too wild. The fact that she could still get out of bed said it all.
Qi Ke lay there, poking Song Yushi’s waist on and off.
Song Yushi turned and glared at her, but it had little effect, so she just let her be. After a moment, Qi Ke suddenly said, “I’m serious. It’s too hard. Let’s not film anymore in the future.”
Song Yushi’s movements paused, and she turned back.
Qi Ke was bathed in the light of the table lamp, her fine eyelashes as dark as a crow’s feathers, her gaze serious.
Her nose was pinched.
Qi Ke: “Mmph mmph mmph!”
Song Yushi let go, then slowly pinched her chin, leaning over to kiss the corner of her eye, her expression even more serious than hers. “Did you forget I have another title?”
Qi Ke blinked.
Song Yushi chuckled. “Rich Woman of Sweet Day.”
Qi Ke: “…”
Does a self-proclaimed one count!!!
In the end, Qi Ke got up after all. She had her own schedule to catch, no less hectic than Song Yushi’s. She just brushed her teeth, wrapped herself in a jacket, and followed Song Yushi downstairs, top-heavy and with sleepy eyes, into the dining room.
Qi Ke tutted. “There’s actually a restaurant here.”
Not only was there a restaurant, but the crew’s chef had already prepared breakfast. The actors who had early scenes were sitting in the small dining room, none of them fully awake yet. They greeted each other and went back to eating silently.
Zhong Yi waved at them. “Over here.”
Song Yushi got two servings of breakfast and walked over. “Morning.”
Qi Ke followed her like a little tail, step by step, mimicking her. “Morning.”
Zhong Yi gave Qi Ke a white-eyed glare. “Why are you up so early?”
Qi Ke responded gracefully, “To have breakfast with my girlfriend.”
Zhong Yi: “…”
She was full.
Qi Ke wasn’t hungry. She picked at a piece of bread, taking a bite now and then, while scrolling through Weibo on her other hand with a side account. The side account followed many major Qi Yu CP fans. Upon refreshing, there was a new fans-only post.
【@PullingShipsToMakeFlowersIsMotherless: Stop speculating. It does no good for our two babies if it gets picked up by gossip accounts. Just ship it amongst ourselves, it might not be real.】
【What, what? Did I miss some fake [cen]sored[ ahem] ship content?】
【A gossip account has already picked it up, sisters, let’s keep quiet. Don’t spread rumors from the set, be careful with your words.】
【Gossip accounts, stop looking. Does anyone still not know that Qi Yu is a crackship?】
What the hell?
Qi Ke’s brain hadn’t woken up yet and was too slow to analyze what the fan circle was whispering about. So she just switched to WeChat and opened a group with 999+ messages.
Song Yushi glanced over. “…”
Group Name – Qi Yu Mother-in-Law Fan Group
She was speechless. “What kind of group did you join?”
Qi Ke smiled faintly. “You wouldn’t understand.” She took a bite of bread and explained authoritatively, “We’re a big ship now, too many eyes are watching us on Weibo. So the iron fans created a WeChat group.”
Song Yushi was even more speechless. “…You’re an iron fan?”
Qi Ke: “…”
My dear Watson, you’ve hit upon a crucial point.
At four-thirty in the morning, this group was still bustling with activity.
【It really is Keke. She really went to visit the set!】
【Well, I mean, it’s pretty normal for friends to visit each other on set, right? Why be so secretive about it? What are they trying to hide? Being so careful just makes it seem more real when it gets exposed!】
【Aww, I saved the video. Don’t you dare spread it around, we’ll ship it in secret.】
【My baby, you’re so good, you know how to go find your wife now.】
【Wife is working so hard filming, of course she has to go and feed her until she’s full [doge]】
Qi Ke and Song Yushi looked at these chat records together.
Song Yushi: “…”
Qi Ke: “Filthy language, yellow paint!”
Song Yushi: “You like it?”
Qi Ke: “I like it.”
Zhong Yi: “…”
What were the little couple talking about? Why couldn’t she understand it?!
Song Yushi shot Qi Ke a glare and went back to discussing the upcoming scene with Zhong Yi. Unfortunately, Zhong Yi was more interested in the “yellow paint” Qi Ke had mentioned and went to check the CP Super Topic. “Yo, the news of your set visit got out?”
Qi Ke frowned. “Weren’t we not supposed to talk about it in the Super Topic?”
Zhong Yi scoffed lightly. “It’s in our Super Topic.”
Song Yushi: “?”
Qi Ke: “?”
Zhong Yi waved her phone. “Our CP Super Topic says you came to visit me, your guys’ Super Topic says you came to visit the Captain, and my and the Captain’s Super Topic says you came to see the little couple.”
Song Yushi: “…”
Qi Ke: “…”
Wait a minute!
Qi Ke slammed her bread on the table. “How do you and the Captain have a Super Topic?!”
Song Yushi & Zhong Yi: “Uh…”
Here’s how it was. In the movie Song Yushi and Zhong Yi were starring in, Song Yushi played an undercover anti-drug police officer, and Zhong Yi played her contact sent by the police.
In the original novel, there was a very subtle romantic storyline between Zhong Yi and Song Yushi—Zhong Yi’s character had a crush on Song Yushi.
Of course, this storyline was removed in the movie adaptation. But that didn’t stop Song Yushi and Zhong Yi from getting CP fans, who shipped their on-screen and off-screen CP-like chemistry.
The CP fans claimed: Who the fuck doesn’t love a cool girl and a sweet girl?!
What was even more infuriating was that the Qi Yu CP fans would happily visit their page: “Ooh, what have I found here? I heard the rain falling on the green, green grass, huh? Then why is it Keke’s head that’s green? [doge]”
Qi Ke: “………..”
Don’t think I won’t get mad just because you added a doge face!!!
Zhong Yi took a sip of soy milk. Under Qi Ke’s mournful gaze, she managed to swallow and quickly defended herself. “It has nothing to do with me! It was a romantic storyline in the novel! And it was deleted!”
Qi Ke: “…”
She understood the logic.
But she was unhappy, angry, and wanted to blow up the Super Topic.
Qi Ke turned around and hugged Song Yushi’s waist. Caught off guard, Song Yushi almost dropped the milk in her hand. She looked down helplessly. “Why did you suddenly pounce on me?”
“I’m not happy, I need a hug.” Not only did Qi Ke hug her, but she also openly demanded a kiss.
In the already cramped dining room, where people were speaking in hushed tones, this drew sideways glances. With this move from Qi Ke, the other actors were instantly wide awake, their eyes wide as they stared over.
Damn, damn, damn!
Something so explosive this early in the morning?
Zhong Yi tried to laugh it off. “Such good sisterly affection, hahaha! Our group has always been like this, hahaha, feel the group spirit?”
The other actors: “…”
You should try believing that yourself first, Teacher Zhong!!!
Breakfast time was short. Xiao Nan came to remind them that the car was here to pick her and Zhong Yi up. Qi Ke figured since she was already up, she might as well go with them.
First, they went to the makeup area, which was a bit far from where they were staying.
The sky had not yet brightened, and the rain started to drizzle again, blown by the crosswind, pattering against the car window. Song Yushi’s drowsiness returned, and she leaned against Qi Ke’s arm, feigning sleep.
Qi Ke, meanwhile, was fiddling with her phone.
Zhong Yi sat next to her with nothing to do and casually asked, “What are you doing?”
Qi Ke didn’t look up. “Looking for the person who helped me blow up the Captain and Meng Ying’s Super Topic back then. Tsk, where is it?”
Zhong Yi: “…”
With Qi Ke grinding her teeth like this, she felt like Qi Ke might come to blow her up at any moment. Captain, how can you tolerate… C-Captain is secretly smiling!
Zhong Yi hugged her small, pitiful self tightly.
To give the little couple some space, Zhong Yi resolutely took the makeup artist into another dressing room. The scene being filmed today was an arrest, so the makeup was very plain, and even the clothes were a departure from the previous glamorous ones.
Martin boots on her feet, cargo pants, a thin belt outlining a beautiful waistline, and her shirt buttoned to the very top.
Abstinent and deadly.
It was the final chapter of her years as an undercover agent.
“So beautiful.” Qi Ke leaned against the dressing table, looking her little Captain up and down, and sighed. “Don’t I look like a little wife waiting at home? Come on, give me a good morning kiss.”
Song Yushi tilted her head up and obediently let her kiss her.
“Yushi,” the assistant director hurriedly pushed open the door, “there’s a lo-lo-lo—Fuck! I didn’t see anything!”
Qi Ke let go of Song Yushi and looked up.
The director was pressed against the wall with his eyes closed. Hearing no movement, he tremblingly opened his eyes and met Qi Ke’s smiling gaze. “Director.”
“…Huh?”
“You saw.”
“…”
“The female lead, she’s mine.”
“…”
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