Xie Baola’s most superior facial feature was her high nose bridge.
Fortunately, her nose was naturally perky; otherwise, it surely would have been knocked crooked from the hit.
Seeing him remain silent, Xie Baola asked with her hands in her pockets, "Is your back made of iron or what?"
Chen Jiayan picked up his things and, without saying a word, turned and walked away.
Xie Baola followed him again, seeing his cold and decisive demeanor, she couldn’t help but say, "You’re just leaving like that? Honestly, if you wanted something from Xi Bao, just tell her; I could bring it to you."
Last time at Xiaotang Mountain, it wasn’t a problem with lighting or because she was drunk—the sober her found Xi Bao’s brother quite to her taste.
Her heart tickled with curiosity.
Chen Jiayan shook the things in his hand at her, "No need to trouble yourself, I’ve got them now."
His voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
Such a person either masks their emotions or is naturally aloof.
Xie Baola "tsked" in a muted tone.
Just then, Xie Baola’s phone suddenly rang.
She didn’t pay Chen Jiayan any more attention and answered the call.
Chen Jiayan, reaching the door, heard Xie Baola affectionately call out in her girlish voice, "Jiashu."
Xie Baola watched as Chen Jiayan’s figure disappeared.
Qu Jiashu on the other end of the line asked, "Coming out to play?"
Xie Baola lazily declined, "No, no, I’m going back to my family’s home today."
Her luggage had already been sent to the Xie Family.
It was time for her to go back.
Otherwise, her real dad might turn into her stepdad.
Her mother had died early, and now she only had this one father; she couldn’t afford to turn him into a stepdad.
Qu Jiashu said, "Alright, let’s plan another time."
Xie Baola then hopped onto the couch and sat cross-legged.
She raised her phone, tapped and deleted in Qiao Xi’s chatbox, and finally sent a few words.
"Can I hit on your brother?"
Within half a minute, Xie Baola recalled the message.
Hold back, Xie Paula, don’t eat the grass at your own doorstep; such romantic debts are troublesome.
But thinking of Chen Jiayan’s cold and aloof demeanor, Xie Baola really wanted to do something.
Thinking about it again, she hesitated; such men were really dangerous—what if he pressed her to marry him one day?
With this thought, Xie Baola had to suppress her impulsive thoughts.
She also dismissed Chen Jiayan from her mind.
After Qiao Xi finished shooting and saw the recalled message, she sent a question mark to her, asking, "What did you recall?"
"Nothing much," Xie Baola replied.
After sending the text, she added a Teletubby dancing emoji.
Yet, being asked by Qiao Xi made Xie Baola inadvertently think of Chen Jiayan again.
"Qiao Xi: Really, spill it."
"Baola: I just met a man, quite interesting, and I thought about since you’ve only been in love once recently, you’re less experienced than me, so there’s no point asking you. I’ll handle it myself, Baobao, don’t worry."
It seemed like she was being underestimated. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFirᴇ.ɴet
But what was said was true.
She couldn’t refute it.
Qiao Xi’s curiosity was piqued: "Who did you fall for as soon as you got back; do I know them?"
"Baola: You don’t know him."
Certainly, Xie Baola couldn’t mention it was Chen Jiayan.
Xie Baola then changed the subject: "I’ve already returned home, and I saw there’s still a lot of ingredients left in the fridge. Thinking you won’t be back soon, I threw away the perishables for you."
Those ingredients were bought by Shen Dang.
She had told him he was buying too much.
If she didn’t throw them out in time, everything would spoil in the fridge, and it would be a mess when she got back from filming.
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That’s what best friends are for.
"Sister Xi, Sister Xi!"
Bei Bei’s slightly anxious voice came from outside.
Bei Bei entered with a phone in hand: "Sister Li is calling."
Qiao Xi took the phone and pressed it to her ear: "Sister Li, what’s up?"
Wang Li, fearing Qiao Xi was busy filming, had called Bei Bei’s phone instead.
"Sweetie, good news."
Hearing this, Qiao Xi couldn’t help but smile on her typically cool face: "What’s the good news?"
Since Wang Li said it was good news, it must be.
Qiao Xi had no doubts.
Wang Li excitedly spoke from the other end, "The schedule for ’Detective in the Republic’ is out."
"Really?" Qiao Xi’s voice slightly rose, tinged with a giggling tone: "That was quick?"
"Rushing it to premiere alongside your two movies this year, during the National Day holidays." Wang Li said, "After the National Day holiday is the movie premiere."
Although Qiao Xi’s film output wasn’t particularly high and she had only debuted a few years ago, her works were of quality.
Moreover, her popularity was at its peak now, having recently taken on a major endorsement with L’Artisan, which propelled Qiao Xi into the top tier.
Besides, thanks to GK supporting her, countless people wanted to collaborate with Qiao Xi.
Numerous movie scripts, TV scripts, even endorsements and variety shows, were contacting Wang Li.
But Qiao Xi was currently shooting "Snowfield Ballet" and didn’t have any scheduling gaps; naturally, Wang Li wouldn’t consider any other projects for her.
And Wang Li didn’t just pick any script.
Because Qiao Xi’s commercial value had increased significantly since last year, higher quality was a necessity.
Qiao Xi pondered for a moment: "Three months left, not sure if I can finish this movie by then."
Before the movie premiere, she’d definitely be traveling around promoting and attending events; being only one person, Qiao Xi could only focus on one task at a time.
Wang Li had her considerations: "Filming is important, I’ll handle the promotional matters here when the time comes."
Qiao Xi immediately smiled, her eyes blossoming like buds, stunningly beautiful: "Sister Li, you’re the best."
Her smile was pure and ethereal.
Bei Bei watched, utterly infatuated.
"Sister Xi, you’re the best!"
Listening to her flattering remarks, Wang Li half-smiled: "Don’t flatter me, winning the Movie Queen title is what counts."
Qiao Xi’s eyes curved joyfully: "Dreams will come true."
After chatting about other matters, Qiao Xi hung up and handed back the phone to Bei Bei.
"What’s the good news, Sister Xi?" Bei Bei asked, beaming with curiosity.
"’Detective in the Republic’ will premiere after the National Day holidays."
"Wow! Really?" Bei Bei excitedly jumped up: "That’s fantastic!"
Qiao Xi smiled faintly.
Bei Bei sighed: "If only I were free, I’d go to the cinema to see ’Blossoms Old Dreams,’ but I guess I’ll have to catch it next time."
She was a bit disappointed about missing the premiere.
Qiao Xi let her in on some news: "Next week, the crew is taking a day off for set arranging, so I’ll let Zhou Ge take you then."
Her involvement in this shooting brought Zhou Ge along with her.
Zhou Ge followed her even when she went to Sucheng.
At first, Bei Bei cheered, then she realized something: "Isn’t... Sister Xi, aren’t you coming with us?"