I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 9p1

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Chapter 9 p1

After hanging up, Qi Sijia didn’t immediately add the person.

She finished cleaning, then went to the tenant group chat and posted a notice about the development zone’s demolition next month.

Only then did she reluctantly open WeChat, tap the screen, and enter Meng Jiang’s phone number into the friend search bar.

Soon, Meng Jiang’s profile picture appeared.

A white background with red lips, a Q-shaped luxury brand lipstick being applied to them.

This picture could be interpreted as a Q-shaped lipstick kissing Meng Jiang’s lips.

Almost reflexively, Qi Sijia’s fingers trembled violently.

The water glass was right beside her. Qi Sijia picked it up, tilted her head back, and took several sips of cold water. It took her a while to calm down.

Looking at Meng Jiang’s profile picture again, her expression was still hard to describe.

So blatant, what is she trying to do?

Recalling the detailed post about the famous actress Meng Jiang’s lingering feelings for Miss Q.

…

Qi Sijia found that she couldn’t control her overthinking.

The “Add Friend” button was right there. Qi Sijia finally tapped “Exit” in frustration, unsure how to handle this tricky situation.

Her fingers unconsciously scrolled up and down her friend list.

The profile pictures were a blur. Qi Sijia didn’t even know who many of them were or when she had added them.

She was socially anxious and didn’t participate in unnecessary social interactions. She only recognized a small number of her friends, and she only regularly contacted a couple of them.

With ninety percent of her friends being inactive on her list, adding or removing Meng Jiang made no difference.

She could even tell Meng Jiang to delete each other after the money was transferred.

But Qi Sijia couldn’t do that. She had to think for a long time about how to handle any interpersonal relationship, like a fussy mother.

When it came to Meng Jiang, she was even more strict and serious.

She probably didn’t even know why herself.

She couldn’t figure it out. Right now, she couldn’t even ask someone in the know for help, because almost no one knew about her college relationship with Meng Jiang.

She couldn’t even ask Ye Qianqian.

Qi Sijia frowned. After much thought, she decided that asking her fans for help was the only reliable option.

Suddenly, a message popped up in a group chat.

[@All, how many of you are currently developing your careers in Ningcheng?]

The group chat that popped up was for the cast and crew of the 17th Drama Club’s play, Hua Dan.

Back then, the Drama Club was the largest club at Ningcheng University. It had raised a record amount of investment and often received commercial performance offers.

The club had money and also solid talent.

The students who could work in the 17th Drama Club were almost all the best students from the three major departments of Ningcheng University: performing arts, directing, and choreography.

Hua Dan was a stage play created under these circumstances, bringing together the strongest team in the Drama Club. The students involved, except for Qi Sijia, had almost all become leaders in their respective fields.

The one who had @ed everyone was Li Ang. After graduating from college, he had switched to hosting. Five years later, he was a regular host on a top variety show on Fruit TV and was on the verge of becoming the successor to the number one host, Jin Xiao.

It could be said that Li Ang’s status was not what it used to be. He was one of the three most popular people in the group, besides Meng Jiang and Fu Chuchu.

The appearance of a real celebrity who was also a classmate brought out a lot of lurkers.

“Here, of course, I’m here.”

“You’re not busy today, kid?”

“When are you free, Director Li? Let’s all get together.”

…

After a round of flattery and pleasantries, Li Ang seemed to be busy. It was a long time before he replied.

He finally popped up and replied to @All: “Have you all seen the hot search? Our club president is in Ningcheng recently.”

“My goddess is back.”

“Ah, it’s been so many years. The goddess is still the best wherever she is. I hate myself for not looking at her more back then. Now I can’t even see her.”

“She’s Meng Jiang, a dream in human form.”

…

“It’s been five or six years since I’ve seen Meng Jiang and everyone,” Li Ang said. “What do you all think? Should we invite the famous actress to have a meal together? My treat.”

“Okay!”

“If you can persuade Meng Jiang,” even the idol Fu Chuchu, who had been lurking, became interested. “Count me in.”

“I want to go too.”

“Me too!”

…

“By the way, Director Li, you have some serious connections now, you can even invite Meng Jiang?”

This question clearly hit a sore spot for Li Ang. He said modestly, “Of course, I can’t invite her with my status. Seeing that everyone is so enthusiastic, I can only shamelessly ask our Teacher Ding to come out and see who wouldn’t give our mentor face and not come. Sinister.jpg.”

After he finished, he @ed Teacher Ding.

…

Li Ang’s words were very slick. He was clearly the one who had brought up the topic, wanting to reconnect with his college acquaintance Meng Jiang, but because of their different statuses, he had passed the buck to the teacher.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see his purpose, but the temptation of having Meng Jiang at a class reunion was too great. Everyone naturally supported his proposal with both hands.

A class reunion after many years of graduation is often a subtle competition.

Qi Sijia glanced at it, uninterested, and exited the group chat.

The past classmates’ conversations didn’t give Qi Sijia any ideas on how to solve her problem.

Unable to decide whether to add Meng Jiang, Qi Sijia resorted to her usual method of brainstorming.

She exited WeChat and logged into Weibo.

Her Weibo account was practically a dummy account. Her profile picture was still a picture of the orange cat sleeping when it was young, six years ago. It hadn’t been changed in years.

The latest pinned tweet was from two months ago when she started writing Sinking: I’ve updated the first chapter of Sinking on Huangjiang Literature City. Mobile version: . PC version: .

Qi Sijia rarely posted on Weibo. If she had any questions, she would usually ask her readers in the author’s notes.

But since she had just posted a leave of absence notice, there was no reason to immediately go back on her word and update.

That would be dishonest.

Seeing the red dot with a ninety-nine plus on her private messages, Qi Sijia ignored it as usual. Her slender fingers moved to the top right corner and created a poll.

#FirstLove #Your first love, whom you’ve already broken up with and will never get back together with, suddenly needs you to add her on WeChat for something. After you add her, you find that her profile picture is the first letter of your name. What would you do?

A: Add her, treat her as a stranger, and delete each other after the matter is resolved.

B: Don’t add her, ignore her.

After creating the poll, to prevent Meng Jiang from seeing this question, Qi Sijia cautiously chose to make it visible to her fans only.

Her Weibo account was an officially verified author account on Huangjiang. She had over a hundred thousand fans. Although it was a lot, it wasn’t enough to generate a lot of hype. And Ji Liu’s real-life information was well hidden. Even Wei Yunfang and Qi Jun didn’t know Qi Sijia’s online alias.

It was even more impossible for the famous actress Meng, whom she hadn’t contacted in five years.

With this thought in mind, Qi Sijia posted the poll, planning to check the results tomorrow after the poll ended.

The weather was getting colder. Tomorrow was her first day on the job. Qi Sijia put down her phone, went into the storage room, and took out her own protective suit, gas mask, and cotton gloves, and sterilized them under a UV sterilizer.

After doing all this, she made herself a glass of lemonade.

Only then did Qi Sijia return to her study. Her phone was charging on the computer desk.

She unplugged it and saw that her WeChat was flooded with messages.

The rental group and the class group both had ninety-nine plus replies.

Qi Sijia’s gaze skipped over them and went down to two strangers who had contacted her through the group.

Qi Sijia clicked on the first one.

[Sijia, hello, I’m Teacher Ding.]

[I ran into your mother last time and heard that you’ve been working in Ningcheng all this time. It’s been five years since graduation, and I miss you very much. Teacher invites you to attend the 17th Drama Club class reunion.]

Li Ang was really good at this. He had even brought out the round, plump Teacher Ding, who had been kind to every student back then, and had him send a reunion notice to every member of the Drama Club.

It was impossible to refuse a request from a mentor.

Qi Sijia opened a drawer, took out a full bottle of heart pills, put it in her pocket, and then reluctantly agreed.

After replying to Teacher Ding’s message, Qi Sijia clicked on the second stranger’s WeChat.

The other person’s profile picture was a system-generated smiley face, with no notes, very perfunctory.

Qi Sijia clicked on it without thinking.

MJ’s Alt Account: [This is Meng Jiang, please accept.]

Seeing the name Meng Jiang, Qi Sijia was stunned for a moment. Her fingertips were cold as she clicked on the flower-headed WeChat profile.

WeChat Name: MJ

She immediately adjusted her posture, leaned closer, and looked again. She found that this WeChat account was different from the Q WeChat account she had just searched for with her phone number. It seemed to be an alt account.

Before Qi Sijia could ask, Meng Jiang, as if she knew what she was thinking, said coldly: [That’s my main WeChat account, it’s not convenient to add outsiders. You can add this one.]

Meng Jiang had always spoken to strangers in this tone, but she had restrained herself a lot in front of the camera in recent years.

But you could still hear a hint of unhappiness.

Qi Sijia pretended not to hear it and didn’t ask if she was unhappy, as she would have in the past.

[Got it.] Qi Sijia said.

The smile on Meng Jiang’s face couldn’t be maintained: [I said that, and you’re not angry?]

After Qi Sijia accepted the friend request, she replied: [How could I be? A celebrity’s privacy is very important. I’ll delete all your contact information later. Don’t worry, no one else will know…]

Before Qi Sijia could finish her sentence, in the next second, Meng Jiang transferred 13210.02 yuan to you.

And attached a settlement receipt from Huaqing Garden.

[The profile picture didn’t scare you, did it?]

Meng Jiang: [Main account.]

It did.

Qi Sijia pursed her lips: [You—]

[Tsk.] Meng Jiang: [You really planned to add my main account?]

Qi Sijia: [Didn’t you ask me to?]

Meng Jiang didn’t reply directly: [Think whatever you want @MengJiang’sLuxuryBrandLogo.]

She sent a link and ended the conversation abruptly, showing no intention of reminiscing or having a deep conversation.

She even seemed more eager than Qi Sijia to end this unpleasant conversation.

Her actions clearly expressed a sense of distance!

Qi Sijia was confused after looking at all the luxury brands Meng Jiang endorsed.

The lipstick profile picture didn’t represent her first love, Miss Q.

It was the logo of the luxury lipstick brand Meng Jiang had first collaborated with. The only magical thing was that this lipstick’s design happened to have a Q-shaped letter, which meant “plump and elastic.”

Her fingers tapped on the screen idly. Qi Sijia couldn’t help but laugh.

When it came to Meng Jiang, she always got a little worked up and irrational. If she just ignored it, there would be no problem.

At this point, Qi Sijia no longer had any thoughts of deleting Meng Jiang.

It would make her seem guilty.