I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 30p2

Chapter 30 p2

Meng Jiang was not in a good mood all day. Qi Jun’s sudden visit in the morning was blocked at the door. Although the old man was very sincere and brought a prepared contract, in recent years, with the reform of medical equipment, the Qi family’s medical business was not as good as before.

Qi Jun was an ambitious entrepreneur. In recent years, he had taken a fancy to the development of the media and digital sector and was trying to get a foot in the door, to get a piece of the pie and take the opportunity to transform his business.

So he had taken a fancy to the capital in Meng Jiang’s hands.

Their two families were in completely different industries, but if they were to finance a transformation, it was true that in recent years, more and more entrepreneurs had been eyeing Meng Jiang and trying to cooperate with her.

Normally, if Qi Jun was sincere about doing business, Meng Jiang would not have not communicated with him properly.

But she was not in a good mood today.

She patiently drank two cups of tea with Qi Jun, and Meng Jiang tactfully pushed the contract back.

“If you’re not in a hurry, I’ll have Jiang Ru meet with you another day.”

Jiang Ru was Meng Jiang’s person, responsible for attracting investment. Her status was actually second only to Meng Jiang’s.

But Qi Jun’s face was not good. He thought that with his face and status, it would not be difficult to sign a contract with Meng Jiang.

He took a sip of tea, his friendly smile unable to be maintained.

Meeting Meng Jiang’s gaze, he took on a negotiating posture, and the two of them went back and forth.

Meng Jiang was not in a good mood, so naturally, she did not give him face.

She took on the posture of a tough negotiator who would not back down from a profit, and Qi Jun was temporarily in a difficult position, completely intimidated by the unfeeling Miss Meng.

People in the circle were particular about leaving a way out for others, not to kill them with one blow.

Meng Jiang smiled and took the initiative to offer a way out. “How about this? You’re a generation older than me, so we can’t talk about it. Young people need to talk to young people to have something to talk about, right? Consider letting Miss Qi come and have a cup of tea with me. If we have similar interests, maybe I’ll agree to seriously talk about this contract with the Qi Group?”

Meng Jiang’s words were originally a tactful excuse, but when they reached Qi Jun’s ears, they had another meaning.

It wasn’t until he left without success that Qi Jun put this matter on his agenda, determined to organize a banquet, invite Qi Sijia, and have her hang out with Meng Jiang.

On the other side, she had been delayed by Qi Jun’s sudden visit for a long time. In the afternoon, for the recording of the variety show, the driver was waiting downstairs.

Even if she wanted to explain, she didn’t have much time. It wasn’t that she couldn’t skip work.

It was just that Meng Jiang had no reason to take leave. She was on vacation in Ningcheng, which was news that had been released a few weeks ago. Lan Tai’s variety show was only twice a week.

With the scene set up, the act of temporarily skipping work was really not justifiable.

Meng Jiang went downstairs and looked for Qi Sijia for a while, but couldn’t find her. She had no choice but to wait until after work to apologize.

At 8:30 in the evening, Meng Jiang finished work and went home. She was sitting in the extended nanny van.

The first thing she did was take out her phone and log into Huangjiang Novel Network. The conversation between Ji Liu and her was still on the page where she encouraged the latter to bravely try to pursue her.

The private message showed an unread status.

Meng Jiang’s mood was complicated. Her fingers unconsciously swiped into Ji Liu’s column, and this made Meng Jiang completely shocked.

Ji Liu had withdrawn her leave of absence notice!

In the comment section of Sinking, there was a burst of laughter.

[Great, are you coming back?]

[I’m so touched. The novel I’m chasing is actually not a pit.]

[Has Jiji found a new girlfriend? I’m so happy—]

…

After flipping through the entire comment section, she couldn’t find any reply from Qi Sijia.

But her writing quality had always been good, and she was a person of her word.

Withdrawing the leave of absence notice meant that she had most likely found a new love and was preparing to update.

According to Ji Liu’s ten-year-old updating pattern, old readers all joked: hiatus after a breakup, resuming updates after falling in love, no love, no updates.

Meng Jiang looked at the increasing number of jeers in the comment section, absurdly opened the car window, and rubbed her aching forehead.

She managed to calm down and logged into WeChat.

[Meng Jiang poked Qi Sijia.]

[Meng Jiang poked Qi Sijia.]

[Meng Jiang poked Qi Sijia.]

Ten pokes in a row.

A moment later, Qi Sijia: [?]

Meng Jiang: [Are you at home?]

Qi Sijia asked back: [Something wrong?]

[What, are you worried that I’ll go to your house to sleep again tonight?]

Qi Sijia: [Meng Jiang!]

Even through the screen, there was a strong sense of resistance. Meng Jiang paused for a moment and then continued: [I finished washing the bowl this morning, but I don’t know where to put it. Can you help me check if it’s placed properly?]

This time, Meng Jiang’s tone was much more normal.

Qi Sijia replied in the same normal tone: [I’m not at home.]

[Working overtime?] Meng Jiang asked tentatively.

Qi Sijia: [.]

No refutation means yes.

Since she was working overtime, there was no possibility of dating someone else.

And the fact was that Ji Liu had indeed resumed updating.

Meng Jiang was stunned. A half-baked idea flashed in her mind.

The car was moving, and the lights were flickering.

A cluster of fireworks exploded in the night sky, and Meng Jiang’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“Where’s your script, Qi Sijia!”

“I don’t have it. I can’t write it.”

“Why can’t you write it?”

“For no reason. I can’t help you guys this time. I have no emotion, so I can’t write. Do you understand?”

“I understand. So what can make you have emotion?”

…

“Let me ask you another question. What is the plot that you can’t write about?”

Qi Sijia’s face was calm as she looked at Meng Jiang and said sullenly, “Love, heartbeat. I don’t have much experience. You can find someone else.”

“Mmm, have you considered trying with me?” Seeing Qi Sijia stiffly turn her body, Meng Jiang asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Qi Sijia avoided her gaze.

That night on campus, I don’t know who was confessing, but fireworks exploded in the sky. The lights were bright. Meng Jiang used the light to look at Qi Sijia. She was looking down, not having time to admire the fireworks. Her long hands were on the table, picking at some wood shavings.

Feeling Meng Jiang’s gaze on her ear, she pushed back her black hair until her red ear was completely covered.

Her voice was very soft. “I’m not a casual person.”

The usually calm Qi Sijia showed a hint of anxiety on her face, her eyes flickering, unbelievably pure.

Meng Jiang’s gaze met hers, and then Qi Sijia quickly looked away.

Time froze.

I don’t remember how long it was. Meng Jiang squeezed into Qi Sijia’s narrow seat, propped up her arms, and leaned her head over.

“Do I have to explain this to you too?”

Meng Jiang whispered in her ear, laughing softly, “Actually… I’m not a casual person either.”

The fireworks in the sky dissipated.

It was quiet. In the long silence, no one knew what Qi Sijia was thinking.

After what felt like a century, she slowly looked up and met Meng Jiang’s gaze.

Her eyes were like pebbles moistened with water, and the lights flickered on them, surprisingly bright.

She took off her glasses and awkwardly held Meng Jiang’s hand.

She awkwardly and seriously pushed Meng Jiang onto the desk and stopped all her movements. “Is this how I should respond to you?”

She asked.

Meng Jiang: “…”

That night, it was hard to say if the script Qi Sijia had written was sweet or not, but Meng Jiang remembered that Qi Sijia’s kiss was very sweet. When she sucked, her cold and ascetic face was stained with a thick red.

It was even more dazzling than the fireworks that night, making one’s heart beat in a way that couldn’t be described.

As the memory returned, she unconsciously curled her lips. She tied her long, seaweed-like hair into a loose ponytail with a hair tie, revealing her long, slender neck. The heat dissipated, and she touched up her makeup in the mirror.

“Uncle Li, drive faster.”