Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 179: The Lovely Waitress Who Came Knocking

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: The Lovely Waitress Who Came Knocking

Song Zhuozhi’s delicate jade-like hand reached up to his shoulder, and she slowly leaned her head against his chest.

"Really? Do you really put me in the first place?"

Lu Jiu stood like a piece of wood, unmoving, his muscles tense.

"I’m filthy, afraid to offend Miss, I’ll help Miss to the couch."

"No." She extended a finger to press down his attempt to rise, leaning on him mournfully, saying, "At least let me feel a bit of a living person’s warmth."

"I lost my child, Lu Jiu." Her tone was sorrowful, tears continuously falling, dripping on the back of his hand, startling him almost to instinctively pull back.

Before he could think of a comforting word, she continued, "I saw my father off at fourteen, crying so much alone in the ancestral hall that I fainted and didn’t see his remains. My grandmother didn’t love me, my stepmother was unkind, only my brother was good to me in the family."

"The marriage to the Marquis Yongcheng’s family was arranged by my brother; when preparing for marriage, I thought about how I would respect my future husband, how lovely and obedient my future children would be. Having not received enough love from my family, I wanted to give my whole heart to my child..."

Her hand clutched at his clothing, her clueless, helpless sobs echoing in his ears.

"I’ve lost my father, lost my brother, my husband is like a stranger, and now I’ve even lost my child, Lu Jiu, I’m filled with such hatred! Heaven punishes me like this, having me born a wretched soul unloved by anyone, used to resent my father for not loving me enough, and now even that one superior love is gone..."

Lu Jiu had served as her Shadow Guard for many years, never noticing such thoughts in her heart; perhaps even the General never imagined it.

He sighed inwardly, "Miss, it’s not like that, the General loves you very much, the Little General too..."

"I only have you now, Lu Jiu," her cool fingertips brushed his face, her sobs gradually subsiding, like a lost child clinging tightly to a tree trunk, "I only have you, always put me first, alright?"

"Alright? Do you not even dare to answer? Am I truly doomed to be a pitiful wretch unloved by anyone?"

"...Alright."

Song Zhuozhi then broke into a smile amidst her tears, leaning into his embrace even more, as if escaping into her own safe haven, pressing against his heart, her hand that caressed his cheek covering his eyes.

He became stiff as a silent stump, hearing her final soft plea.

"Since you put me first, then Jiu, listen to me, help me kill them, alright? Jiu, I only have you."

Lu Jiu thought, how is this pitiful? Clearly, it’s malicious, full of schemes and plots.

The increasingly scorching sunlight shone on his back, yet he inexplicably felt an eerie sensation of being enveloped in a spider’s web.

... 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Cut! Very good, Xie Qingci, you’re in great shape! Yu Xia, your crying scene is spot on!"

Yu Xia climbed off Xie Qingci, receiving a tissue to wipe her tears.

The crying was so intense, her eye sockets felt hot, and the tears washed two white streaks off the makeup on her face.

She responded in a muffled voice, "I’ve filmed this scene many times, I have experience now."

Besides, it’s somewhat akin to her usual interactions with Xie Qingci, the gesture of touching his cheek was something she was quite familiar with.

Thinking this, she turned to glance at Xie Qingci.

He was already sitting on a bench, face tilted as a makeup artist touched up his makeup, with a somewhat dazed expression.

She turned back to ask the director, "Is it almost time for our whip scene? I checked the weather forecast, it might snow in the coming days, and shooting that scene in the snow would be perfect."

The director teased her, "How eager are you to whip Xie Qingci? Do you have a vendetta with him? The scratch from earlier is still red."

Xie Qingci glanced at her.

Yu Xia feigned innocence, "I’m doing it for a better effect on screen, it is entirely without personal reasons. How could a well-behaved brother bear a grudge?"

The director was just joking, since everyone was watching, the relationship between the two could only be described as quite familiar, with no deeper involvement.

He waved her over to check the effect.

"Aren’t you pursuing a perfect effect? Look, your hands are turning purple from the cold, right? Fortunately, it’s not obvious, make sure to warm up by the fire next time before shooting, and use some hand cream."

She lifted her hand to take a glance, "It is a bit, I’ll be careful next time."

After the shoot, she had Mei retrieve a tube of hand cream, intending to apply it after soaking her hands.

The weather was extremely cold, and the costumes were not thick, occasionally needing to shoot flashback scenes pretending it was summer, dressed thinly while enduring the cold breath.

Thus, she would become unbearably cold while shooting, and her hands, in particular, would freeze, turning purple-blue and looking like they’d been beaten.

She planned to take good care of her hands in the evening; white and slender fingers photograph much better, at least spectators wouldn’t be drawn out of the scene.

Returning to the hotel, just as her hands were comfortably soaking in hot water, Xie Qingci came unannounced.

"You’re here again? Young man, take care of your health."

Xie Qingci’s steps halted.

"Sister, what are you thinking?"

"?" She was wiping the water off her hands with a face towel, displaying a perplexed expression at him upon hearing this.

"You actually have the nerve to accuse me? Who on earth here is the one thinking such things, Xie Qingci? Even Pigsy wielding his rake wouldn’t turn the tables so much."

He slowly walked in, saying, "I hadn’t thought of that originally, but if you, sister, need it, I can make an effort."

Yu Xia decisively refused, "No need, treasure your health and live well. After indulging too much in rich food, you should slow down a bit."

Xie Qingci chuckled to himself, walked over to the bed, and took her hand.

Her hand had just been soaked in hot water, it was still a bit red, the nails tinged pink, soft and delicate.

"Need to apply hand cream? Can I help?"

Turns out he’s here to serve her? Like a character in ’The Delicate Service at Your Doorstep’?

Yu Xia thought she’d suffered enough at his hands, so it was perfectly reasonable to boss him around, immediately raising her chin to instruct him, "Sure, the hand cream is over there, bring it here."

Xie Qingci knelt before her, expertly squeezed a bit of hand cream onto the back of her hand, then warmed his hands and slowly spread it, even massaging while applying.

One must admit, having someone to massage feels great, she was enjoying it to the point of sleepiness, momentarily feeling like a widowed Empress Dowager from the ancient days, accompanied by a gentle and entertaining eunuch.

Clicking her tongue, this life was utterly delightful.

Just as she thought it was a warm segment between the ’Considerate Little Eunuch and the Empress Dowager’, Xie Qingci’s hands started circling around her fingers.

Starting with the ring finger, each finger was kneaded and pinched carefully, occasionally spreading her fingers to interlock with hers, forcing their fingers to lace together. With the moisturizing hand cream, when he gently withdrew, her fingers slid through his, the friction causing shivers.

That focused look, with eyes downcast and a smile, seemed to measure the length of her fingers, contemplating things he shouldn’t be thinking about.

Yu Xia’s eyelid twitched, quickly pulling her hand back.

"That’s enough, it’s applied."

Xie Qingci looked up at her.

"Sister’s fingers are so soft, just the right length, can they..."

"Shut up!"