I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 40p1

Chapter 40 p1

The work abroad was on a different level from the work at home.

Qi Sijia had not originally planned to work. She had finished all the novels she had on hand before going abroad.

She just wanted to focus on getting treatment. But even with a well-thought-out plan and a hotel booked, the priority of getting treatment would always be disrupted by social obligations.

“RENAISSANCE STUDIO” was headquartered in Chicago. As soon as Qi Sijia landed, social obligations came pouring in.

In the past, for the sake of her pride, she had been broke, and when she wanted to spend a fortune to treat her girlfriend to raspberry ice cream, all her senior brothers and sisters had been the gods of wealth who had sponsored this lavish love.

Some favors had to be returned. Even if she didn’t go to dinner, the first thing she had to do when she came to Chicago was to visit her mentor.

So after the visit, Qi Sijia couldn’t go back to the hotel.

Right was sixty-eight years old this year, wearing a pair of reading glasses. He was an Indian who had later become successful and settled in M country.

The teacher was not tall, but he was full of spirit. He lived with his wife and daughter in a single-family garden villa near the city center of Chicago.

The teacher’s wife was much taller than Right, and she was fashionably dressed. When Qi Sijia went, she brought a Loro Piana silk scarf for her. The teacher’s wife took it and tied it around her neck. The light navy blue suited her very well.

Their daughter was named Alexia, and she was one of the only two girls in the school. She had been very attached to Qi Sijia since she was little.

Alexia had grown up these years. She had not inherited her father’s dark skin. She had a head of golden hair, fair skin, and a red hairpin, which made her look pure.

This was an overly enthusiastic girl, and she was the biggest contributor to Qi Sijia staying at the villa tonight.

They hadn’t seen each other in five years.

At the dinner table, Alexia asked many questions.

Qi Sijia didn’t really like to talk and would occasionally reply a few words.

Before she came, she had mentioned her mental illness to her mentor, worried that seeing people would cause her to have heart palpitations and shortness of breath and scare people. But fortunately, at a long dining table, the host had intentionally only left familiar people.

All the servants were sent out. The people sitting around her were her closest mentor, teacher’s wife, and junior sister from five years ago. In addition, Qi Sijia had been subconsciously self-regulating recently, so her condition was slightly better.

She swallowed a quick-acting heart pill and safely passed through this welcome dinner.

Perhaps seeing that her condition was not good, the teacher’s wife took Alexia out for a trip the next day.

Right was even more direct. He threw two scripts at Qi Sijia and said that no matter what, he hoped that she would participate in the production of the scripts in her hands during these few months in Chicago.

RENAISSANCE STUDIO was now at the top of the industry, and it produced excellent scripts every year. But last year, there was a problem with the production, and the script from the studio missed the Oscar for Best Screenplay.

Right was old and couldn’t keep a close eye on the scripts for a long time. His participation in the scripts was gradually decreasing, and he had given it to his disciples to participate. Second, the market was now sinking, and commercial films were squeezing in. Many scripts were handed over, and in order to shorten the filming time, they were severely cut.

Qi Sijia was Right’s most proud disciple. No matter how long she had been out of the circle, Right had never let her truly leave this circle.

In fact, Qi Sijia had participated in a small amount of the script from the studio last year, but she was not the main editor, and how many of her opinions were adopted was not up to her.

Right’s intention was to hope that Qi Sijia could put more effort into the studio this year. Since she was in Chicago, many things would be easier to coordinate.

Qi Sijia smiled wryly and said that she was here for treatment.

Right was very understanding. He said that he would not take up her consultation time, and then he stuffed a stack of documents into Qi Sijia’s arms. “Jia, come back.”

Just this one sentence made it impossible for Qi Sijia to say no for a long time.

This matter was decided unilaterally by Right. He went out. He didn’t talk much, and only when talking about scripts would he speak long strings of accented English.

But this time, in order to make Qi Sijia feel at ease and participate in the script creation, Right personally went out to find someone and rented a very nice small bungalow for Qi Sijia not far from the small villa.

When he came back, he learned of this matter. Right only said to Qi Sijia, “I won’t disturb you unless necessary.”

Since he had said so, even if Qi Sijia had refused her senior brothers’ invitations with a straight face for various reasons before, it was absolutely impossible to perfunctorily refuse her mentor’s invitation.

After accepting the two scripts, the team held a video conference in the work group to accommodate Qi Sijia. This matter was completely on her shoulders, plus the pre-arranged psychological counseling.

Qi Sijia’s schedule was almost full.

She was busy here, and Meng Jiang was even busier over there.

She had just joined the crew. Although it was to return a favor, just as storytelling was Qi Sijia’s hobby, acting was Meng Jiang’s. She would not be half-hearted and perfunctory with any role.

After the original female lead had an accident and was replaced, all the things that had been filmed before were deleted. The costumes and makeup that had been set for the original female lead were not suitable for Meng Jiang.

In addition, Meng Jiang’s acting tension was much stronger than the previous female lead’s. The level of the opposing actors was also reflected. Many bits and pieces of things came to life.

So some of the plot and dialogue in the script would seem mediocre under the full-tension performance.

The crew temporarily decided to adjust the script.

Meng Jiang was busy acting and also busy having meetings with the directing team. The director had no problem. He was a famous Hollywood director, and they had worked together before. There was not much problem with the script, but the screenwriter was a bit rigid, and he didn’t know how to change many of the plots. Instead, he had to be reminded by Meng Jiang.

From the moment she joined the crew, Meng Jiang’s face was not good.

The text messages she sent to Qi Sijia were usually in the early morning.

There was only one, whether Qi Sijia replied or not.

The content was also very ordinary. Except for asking if she wanted someone to take Qi Sijia to find a house on the first day after getting off the plane, Meng Jiang had never asked any extra questions. On the one hand, the future they had talked about during the second-to-last dinner was already there. They both had a tacit understanding that a distance that was not too far and not too close would give them both a cooling-off period. Even if Meng Jiang didn’t need this, Qi Sijia needed it, and she had to give it.

Second, she was so busy she was about to float away. It was not appropriate to talk about love on the phone or by text message.

Meng Jiang knew that Qi Sijia was in Chicago, but she had never mentioned going to see her. She just occasionally had Chen Cheng go to Chicago to explore restaurants and send some local delicacies over.

When Qi Sijia saw it, she would reply with a “good.”

Sometimes she was so busy that her feet didn’t touch the ground, so she would skip it. The next day, when she received another picture of a different restaurant, she would reply to her.

Meng Jiang’s enthusiasm did not decrease. One picture a day was not much. Sometimes it was a “good night,” and she didn’t say any boring words, so it was impossible for people to dislike her.

One night, after Qi Sijia finished revising the script, she looked back and saw the screen flash.

Meng Jiang had sent a “Merry Christmas.”

Qi Sijia was so busy she was dizzy. She pushed back her hair that she hadn’t washed in three days.

She found that the text message had been sent two hours ago, right at midnight, like a ritual.

Meng Jiang really liked the surprise brought by this time limit. Qi Sijia thought for a moment and replied, “You too.”

According to Qi Sijia’s prediction, she and Meng Jiang would not see each other for at least half a year.

But on the day she boarded the plane, she hugged Meng Jiang. Perhaps it was this response that invisibly pulled back the relationship that had just been pushed out of bounds.

In short, the next day, when Qi Sijia woke up, she received a call from Meng Jiang.

“Teacher Qi,” the voice on the other end of the line was a bit noisy. Meng Jiang seemed to have walked to a corner before she spoke again. “Are you busy?”

Qi Sijia was indeed busy. She was holding a pen, propped up on the table, almost falling asleep.

She had been busy recently, going to the psychological counseling room during the day and working overtime at the studio at night.

She answered the phone without much energy. “Mmm, busy.”

“I can tell,” Meng Jiang had just finished a bombing scene, and her hands were still wrapped in bandages. She was untying them while she said, “If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you were moving bricks.”

“Then maybe moving bricks is easier,” Qi Sijia said.

Qi Sijia had never told Meng Jiang what she was doing, but Meng Jiang couldn’t possibly believe that she was moving bricks. Her tone was full of a coaxing meaning. “So when are you not busy? Teacher Meng will reward you.”

Actually, she had originally wanted to invite her to dinner for Christmas, but after this phone call, hearing Qi Sijia’s tone, Meng Jiang probably guessed that she wouldn’t be able to make it. And she had just finished a physically demanding scene today. If they really met, her makeup probably couldn’t cover her tired face.

Qi Sijia said she had no time recently.

“It’s been a month,” Meng Jiang said in a joking tone. “Teacher Qi, if we don’t see each other again, I’m worried you’ll forget me.”

Qi Sijia lowered her eyes and said, “I won’t forget. Your ‘good night’ every day is like an alarm clock.”

Meng Jiang said “oh” with a smile. “So you saw it. That’s good.”

A few more days passed after Christmas.

On Tuesday, Qi Sijia went to the counseling room. Mike said that there would be no more hypnosis.

“You can be my assistant for a while.”

Qi Sijia raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is this also a part of the treatment?”

Mike didn’t speak, just smiled.

In fact, Qi Sijia probably knew what it was. Her hypnosis was not very successful. Of course, Mike had never told Qi Sijia the reason.

After a month of hypnosis, Qi Sijia’s symptoms of heart palpitations and shortness of breath when talking to people had improved significantly.

Mike had prescribed Qi Sijia a few sets of medication, among which fluoxetine was effective for anxiety, panic, and fear.

She was very cooperative and even took the initiative to lie down in the treatment room, accepting hypnosis and narrating her past memories to Mike. But she was still judged by this top-level psychologist as not a successful intervention.

For the next month, Mike brought Qi Sijia with him.

With the patient’s consent, he would take the initiative to bring Qi Sijia to listen to the problems of other clients who came for consultation.

It wasn’t until New Year’s Day that Qi Sijia met a Japanese man in a casual suit with a fair complexion in the treatment room.

The man was not short, but he hid himself in his hood. When he knocked on the door, his fingers paused awkwardly several times, and the interval between his knocks was also very long.

Qi Sijia opened the door to greet this guest.

The man was about thirty years old, tall and upright, but his neck was shrunk, and his fingers were slightly curled, avoiding Qi Sijia’s polite gaze.

He said in a low voice, “Hello.”

After entering the treatment room, Mike asked the other person as usual if they could accept an assistant being present.

Mike added, “She has signed a confidentiality agreement.”

The man seemed to have a hard time making a decision. He hesitated for a full five minutes before slowly nodding.