"Zexiao, where are you going this afternoon for styling? I heard you’re quite familiar with the fashion circles of Shangcheng, could you take me with you?" She came up with a giggly smile, thinking that even if Yu Zexiao didn’t fancy her, if she met some of his friends, she could still market herself successfully!
You see, Yu Zexiao was no ordinary person; the people he knew were all from rich families, weren’t they? If she could hook just one of them, she wouldn’t have to worry for the rest of her life!
Unexpectedly, Yu Zexiao didn’t even glance at her but casually said, "I’m busy."
Then, he turned his head away and clearly saw Lu Jiayuan cozying up to Jian Anning!
Yu Zexiao’s stuff was always a mess; he needed his coffee, his pastries, and they had to be special ones. Every time it came to cleaning up, it was an utterly chaos, like a soup kitchen, and quite troublesome.
Yu Zexiao didn’t like others touching his things, so she had to do it all by herself.
"Anning." Lu Jiayuan walked over to see her clearing plates and bowls, finding it hard to believe that such a dynamic, sharp-witted woman would be willing to stay and assist an ostentatious, empty celebrity...
Yet, for some reason, seeing her tidy up the dishes now, she looked just like a wife cleaning the house for her husband!
He felt a bit sour inside, especially when he thought about the recent flashes of intimacy between Yu Zexiao and her—being an actor himself, Lu Jiayuan assumed that Yu Zexiao was already romantically involved with Jian Anning. Yu Zexiao’s public behavior towards her was likely because, as an idol singer, he had to keep his private life under wraps.
Otherwise, why would Jian Anning travel thousands of miles from Canada to Huaxia Country to follow a man with such superficiality and lack of substance?
As for himself, even though he had admitted in their drama crew that Jian Anning was his classmate, to protect her and due to the "The Singlehood Contract" signed with the company, he couldn’t get too close to her. So, while he kept an eye on her from the shadows, he never dared to step out into the open. Sometimes when Jiang Xuanqi tripped her up behind the scenes, if he saw, he would try his best to help her out.
Jian Anning just nodded slightly, not paying him much attention. She had lost the initial excitement she felt when they first met. He seemed to be just an acquaintance from her college, nothing more.
In fact, in the past days, Lu Jiayuan had tried to get closer to her, but every time she acted . It wasn’t exactly cold, but she simply treated him as a complete stranger, a mere acquaintance.
If Lu Jiayuan had a choice, he would rather she hate him a little—for if she still hated him, that at least meant she cared. Rather than now, when she regarded him as just another person on the street.
"Anning." Somehow, seeing her clear the dishes with those clean, fair hands of hers, gave him a bit of an ache inside, as well as a feeling of helplessness and pain.
It was as if something he once treasured was being carelessly wasted and abused by others, and that feeling was both agonizing and heart-wrenching.