Chapter 30

Chapter 30

He Wei knew that Yan Huai liked her, but she didn’t know to what extent he liked her.

“Submit and pledge allegiance” was such an ordinary phrase, and with He Wei’s limited knowledge of language she even knew its meaning wasn’t very friendly, but when these four characters came out of Yan Huai’s mouth, they inexplicably carried a kind of ambiguous and gentle depth.

For the first time, she felt this idiom sounded good.

He Wei’s lips twitched slightly. She silently rolled those words over in her throat. Just as the corner of her mouth tilted for half a second, it sank again because she suddenly thought of a question.

She had died ten times, and up to now there had been no storyline involving Yan Huai in the previous routes.

But there had been one in the last time.

Since her latest reload, He Wei had only focused on avoiding the painful points. She had never even thought about how Yan Huai reacted after the previous reload.

The system level wasn’t high enough either; it couldn’t observe what happened in each world after every time she reloaded.

He Wei used to think this question wasn’t important and didn’t take it to heart at all, but today, she unexpectedly wanted to know.

She wanted to know what kind of reaction a man like Yan Huai would have when he watched the woman he liked die on his own bed.

He Wei had absolutely no clue.

She leaned lightly against the man’s shoulder, the faint, cold scent of his body filling her breath. Her shoulders tensed slightly as she tentatively asked, “If… I mean if, one day I died in front of you… what would you do?”

He Wei spoke vaguely, completely avoiding the inappropriate word “bed.”

After speaking, she held her breath, nervously and uneasily waiting for his answer.

Yan Huai did not answer immediately.

She did not know how long the silence lasted before she finally heard Yan Huai respond, “Why are you asking this kind of question?”

“Didn’t you just say ‘submit and pledge allegiance’…” He Wei made up an excuse, “so I suddenly thought of it.”

Yan Huai gave a soft “mm,” “I don’t know.”

He had never thought about this kind of question. Even if he had, that answer was not what he wanted to say.

What Yan Huai actually wanted to say was that he would die together with her.

But that answer was too extreme; it might scare He Wei. So after only a brief hesitation, the words at his lips were changed into something else.

Just as the words fell, before He Wei could speak, the door to the resting room was knocked.

Through the thick door panel, a stranger woman’s voice outside sounded much softer, “May I come in?”

Then He Wei heard the deep male voice beside her, “Come in.”

He was speaking to the person knocking.

He Wei was frightened by his words and hurriedly reached out to push him away. Before she could push him off, a bright and lively female voice sounded together with the opening door: “I said—”

The female voice paused. After a faint “click” sound, she continued, “Sorry, did I interrupt you?”

He Wei feared this was someone who enjoyed stirring up trouble and would spread the fact that she and Yan Huai were together. She hurriedly and flusteredly pulled herself out of his embrace. Turning around, she saw that although the girl had said “sorry,” there was not the slightest hint of apology on her face. Her lips were slightly upturned as she looked down at her camera.

“……”

He Wei guessed what she had just taken a photo of.

Her face turned from red to pale again, and almost instantly sweat seeped out between her fingers.

The girl seemed very satisfied with the photos she had taken. Smiling with curved eyes, she looked up and said, “This time’s model is even better than last time.”

He Wei only felt that she looked familiar, but for a moment couldn’t remember who she was.

The girl was very beautiful, with a playful and lively charm on her face. When she smiled, there was a deep dimple at the side of her cheek.

He Wei frowned slightly. “Sorry, the photos, could you—”

The man behind her suddenly lowered his head. His breath came closer, and his voice was very low: “My younger sister.”

……Oh.

Song Ying looked nothing like Yan Huai, no wonder she hadn’t recognized her at a glance.

Song Ying raised her camera again in front of her eyes. “Older sis—”

“She’s younger than you.”

Song Ying: “……”

She glanced at her brother, who was “eating young grass with an old cow” (dating someone younger), and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. Then she turned her gaze back to He Wei. “Can I take a few more photos? Don’t worry, I definitely won’t use them commercially, and I also definitely won’t leak the one I just took.”

He Wei pressed her lips together and didn’t speak.

Song Ying held up two fingers. “Just two, only two!”

She had only started shooting portraits this year and hadn’t had many collaborations. He Wei was the most photogenic female celebrity she had ever seen.

This face seemed as if it was born for the camera—every frown and smile became extraordinarily vivid once captured, completely different from those popular influencer faces that look terrible on camera.

He Wei had a more classical beauty; once she was made up, she looked especially high-end.

Song Ying’s fingers brushed the edge of her camera. This young lady from a wealthy family rarely felt nervous and restrained while waiting for an answer.

A few seconds later, before He Wei could speak, Yan Huai slightly frowned. “No—”

Song Ying’s mouth drooped, her expression immediately turning dejected.

He Wei had been distracted earlier, trying to find similarities between Song Ying’s face and Yan Huai’s, so she only reacted after hearing his words. She quickly interrupted him, “It’s fine, she can take them.”

Yan Huai turned his head to look at her.

He Wei’s skin was very fair. She had probably been startled by Song Ying suddenly coming in and taking a photo. Even with makeup covering it, her face still looked unusually pale.

Her whole body was turned slightly away from him, and only the tips of her ears were red.

The darkness in Yan Huai’s eyes deepened again and again.

He very much wanted to kiss her.

Kiss her side face and earlobe, then move downward, past her beautiful collarbone and slender waist, and further down—

He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin.

Yan Huai’s desire for He Wei was somewhat like when he was a child living with his mother in the Song family, waiting for the only day in the year when Yan Ruojing would come to spend time with him.

No, even more intense than that.

But Song Ying was still beside them right now, and he had promised He Wei that he wouldn’t force her.

So he could only endure it.

Yan Huai withdrew his gaze from He Wei’s clean ankle peeking beneath the hem of her skirt and gave a very light laugh.

Not in a hurry.

Desire, once accumulated, would always find a moment to be released. As long as He Wei could endure it.

He Wei’s filming lasted less than ten minutes when Yan Huai answered a phone call and left first.

Song Ying did not leave with him. She wandered around Kevin’s teacher with her camera for quite a while, the sound of “click, click” rising and falling without end.

The theme of this shoot was gentle, water-like emotion. The later editing would also use the sea as a backdrop. Most of the male and female leads had their eyes closed, and there were not many intimate scenes.

The only one was the two of them kissing through a layer of glass.

Eye to eye, nose to nose.

Although their lips did not actually touch, there was only a transparent pane between them, making it not much different from a real kiss.

When Yan Huai returned after finishing his call, this was what he saw.

The scene was too beautiful. Song Ying was so excited she almost jumped up, taking photos of them from every angle for a long time. Only after she got tired did she return to her seat to rest with her camera.

Yan Huai beside her still had his gaze fixed on the two people, his brows tightly furrowed.

Song Ying tapped the table with her hand. “Brother, are you not planning to pull Su Mu down and take his place yourself?”

Yan Huai’s lips curved slightly.

Song Ying leaned closer, lowering her voice as she asked, “Do you really like He Wei that much?”

After shooting for so long, she had at least learned that the female lead’s name was He Wei.

Yan Huai took a cigarette out from the cigarette box, holding it between his fingers and slowly turning it. “Is it that obvious?”

Song Ying smiled sweetly.

She glanced at the two people lying hand-in-hand on the ground. “I think the way you look at her is like you’re about to… mm… you know.”

Yan Huai said nothing.

He had thought he had already restrained himself enough.

No wonder He Wei had been so afraid of him at the beginning.

Yan Huai slightly raised his brow, picked up the cigarette and lighter, and stood up. “I have a meeting. Go back by yourself.”

After a day of shooting filled with lying down, jumping, and even standing on ladders while holding hands, He Wei’s current body was not physically strong enough. After taking a shower that night, she didn’t even have the strength to do anything else and fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, she still felt sore all over.

He Wei lay against her headboard, unwilling to move. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, she suddenly thought of Song Ying, so she asked the system, “What’s the deal with Song Ying?”

The system did not have face recognition ability, so it could only provide information when it knew a character’s name.

It quickly replied, “Song Ying is Yan Huai’s younger maternal half-sister. After Yan Huai’s mother gave birth to him, she remarried into the Song family and gave birth to Song Ying three years later.”

He Wei nodded, indicating she understood.

After Mu Sheng’s situation escalated, she couldn’t even go to the set anymore. “Empress Heavenly Completion” was left without its female lead, a mess of problems piling up, and filming had to be temporarily suspended for two days.

He Wei once again became idle.

She lay in bed until past eight, then suddenly remembered an important person—

She had almost forgotten her online boyfriend.

The scariest part was… yesterday He Wei had even let Yan Huai hold her for so long.

But the only person she wanted to cheat on was that scumbag Yan Chen, not her online little boyfriend.

He Wei was now extremely ashamed. She grabbed a soft pillow and covered her face. After a few seconds, once her mind gradually cleared, she pulled it back down.

She wasn’t that casual of a person. In her original world, even if she never got married until she was seventy or eighty, she would absolutely never just randomly pick a man to have an online relationship with.

This time it was purely because she had no other choice.

He Wei had never expected herself to fall for anyone inside the book, so when she first initiated an “online relationship with someone nearby,” her only thought was to get rid of Yan Chen.

She hadn’t intended to take it seriously. She only planned to wait until that online boyfriend got tired of her and broke up, then she would look for another target.

But some things were not under her control.

Like falling in love.

Of course He Wei didn’t want to be involved with two people at once. In the past, she could be a dutiful, model girlfriend without guilt because she didn’t have anyone she liked. But now it was different.

She understood her own feelings very clearly.

If this continued, it would be unfair to everyone involved, and in the end, things might even spiral into an uncontrollable situation.

He Wei pulled up the WeChat contact whose nickname was “Y,” then sent a standard online dating opening message: 【Are you there?】 The other side replied very quickly: 【Mm.】

He Wei: 【I have something I want to tell you.】

Y: 【Say it.】

He Wei: 【Um… let’s break up.】

Y: 【?】

He Wei scrolled up through their chat history. They had been “together” for about ten days and hadn’t even had a single fake argument.

She sighed. 【I’m sorry.】

Y: 【Reason.】

He Wei: 【I think I… like someone else.】 On the other end of the phone, Yan Huai’s brows furrowed slightly, then quickly relaxed.

He was satisfied with this reason, but also not very satisfied.

Just as he was about to ask who she liked, another message appeared on the screen—a WeChat red packet. On it was also a line of text: “Sorry, little brother. It’s all my fault. This is a small compensation, please make sure to accept it.”

Yan Huai: “……”

What is she doing.

Breakup fee for him?