Chapter 49 p1
There was a blizzard in New York for the past two days, and the suburbs were severely affected. The hotel where the crew was staying had a power outage.
Meng Jiang couldn’t go back for a while. She was holed up in Qi Sijia’s guest room. No one would believe it if she said it.
Two adult lesbians, a lone woman and a single woman, had done everything in the past. After a reunion and a clear understanding of their feelings, the two of them stayed in a room for two nights, and nothing happened.
Meng Jiang always felt that something was missing between them. She knew very well that this gap needed to be told to her by Qi Sijia herself.
She understood all the reasoning, but a couple who had just confirmed their relationship would always have a clingy feeling. Qi Sijia was too cold.
Meng Jiang was not sure if she was sexually frustrated or too flirty, always thinking about getting close. Although she had no intention of having a real relationship as soon as it was confirmed, the intimacy between them was still too little.
The third day passed peacefully. The next day, Meng Jiang had to go back to the crew. She would be very busy next, and she had to go back to the country for the New Year, and she had to go back to the country again in a month.
At noon in the kitchen, Meng Jiang mentioned this to Qi Sijia and hugged her from behind. She had originally wanted to be more intimate, but her hand was almost on Qi Sijia’s waist.
Qi Sijia’s face was full of asceticism as she took her hand away. “I don’t want to eat.”
Meng Jiang really wanted to say, “I want to eat you.”
But the words were on the tip of her tongue, and under Qi Sijia’s calm gaze, the fire was extinguished.
She had agreed to follow Qi Sijia’s pace, but now that their relationship was confirmed, it was unbearable to be able to see but not touch.
After lunch, Qi Sijia was busy with work in the study.
Meng Jiang read the script for a while and then approved a few tender documents for Jiang Ru. She was a little distracted, her gaze drifting to Qi Sijia’s fingers.
“Teacher Qi, do you have any paper?”
Qi Sijia made room for Meng Jiang and pointed to the seat next to her. “You can use it.”
Meng Jiang sat next to Qi Sijia, her arm touching Qi Sijia’s all afternoon. Several times, she thought Qi Sijia was about to stop, but the other person just pushed up her glasses and typed seriously.
Meng Jiang: “…”
After enduring a stomach full of resentment, Meng Jiang greeted Qi Sijia and said she was going out to cut a fruit platter.
Then she went to the kitchen. Feeling that their relationship was thinner than paper, Meng Jiang narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, took out her phone, and posted a Weibo: When will spring come?
The picture was of a snowy New York, and a drawing, a simple sketch with rough lines. It was a drawing Meng Jiang had just made on Qi Sijia’s desk, of a pair of hands, with a red mole on one of them.
Meng Jiang rarely posted on Weibo, and there was not a single post related to her mood. Netizens all said that Meng Jiang’s Weibo was managed by her studio, because all the Weibo posts were meaningless, all about official announcements of dramas, couture advertisements, and so on.
Such a Weibo post, involving her mood, IP, and a manuscript, had too much information. The hands in it were the type that Meng Jiang had mentioned in an interview that she liked, a woman with a red mole on her hand.
The appearance of the hand picture, matched with this post, was as if she were making an official announcement to the whole world.
It was four in the afternoon in New York, which was five in the morning in Beijing.
So early, as soon as Meng Jiang’s Weibo was posted, it caused a huge sensation.
Qi Sijia finished her work at about six-thirty. She greeted everyone in the work group chat.
Jia: [Let’s get off work.]
Black assistant: [I thought we were still going to work until twelve today. Teacher, your efficiency is really high today.]
Lili: [Teacher’s talent will always live in my heart. Let’s all stay in New York in the future. I’m willing to be Teacher Qi’s assistant forever.]
Anlix: [@Jia, the professor is organizing an online meeting in two hours. Don’t forget.]
There were a bunch of messages in the work group chat. Qi Sijia replied to Anlix, [Got it], and then went offline.
Qi Sijia walked out of the study. Meng Jiang got up and went to the kitchen to cut another plate of fruit. She didn’t eat at night, and Qi Sijia didn’t have much of an appetite either. She rubbed her sore forehead, curled up on the sofa, and chatted with Meng Jiang.
“Are you tired?” Meng Jiang asked.
Qi Sijia said, “A little.”
“Then you can lie down on the sofa.”
Qi Sijia neither said yes nor no. She looked at Meng Jiang, put a pillow on the sofa, and the meaning was obvious.
A real smile appeared in Meng Jiang’s eyes. She asked tentatively, “How about we sleep together while holding each other?”
A smile appeared in Qi Sijia’s eyes. “Okay.”
Meng Jiang was cutting the fruit, and her speed became a little faster. Qi Sijia said not to rush.
She took out her phone, which was on silent, from the desk drawer. She had originally intended to see if there were any important calls, but there were no calls, and her WeChat was blowing up.
“Fuck, fuck, is this you?”
Ye Qianqian sent a screenshot of Meng Jiang’s Weibo, and the chat box exploded. Besides her, Tan Xiaofang also sent several messages in a row.
Qi Sijia had originally not intended to pay attention, but Ye Qianqian was not sleeping so early in the morning, which was really annoying.
The green software got no response, so she bombarded her with text messages.
“What does Meng Jiang’s Weibo mean today?”
It was hard for Ye Qianqian to remember that her phone still had the MMS function these days.
Several of the same pictures were sent, in high definition.
Qi Sijia glanced at it roughly and raised an eyebrow at Meng Jiang, who was cutting fruit in the kitchen. “Are those fat hands on your Weibo me?”
Meng Jiang’s phoenix eyes lowered, and she pretended to say, “I don’t know.”
She was still wearing Qi Sijia’s nightgown, which was a little long. Meng Jiang pulled the nightgown up a bit and tied a bow at her waist.
Qi Sijia stared at the section of her ankle that was exposed to the air, whether intentionally or not. I don’t know what she was thinking. And then, when Meng Jiang’s gaze came over, Qi Sijia looked up and met her gaze. Her voice was low. “Left hand, index finger, with a mole, red.”
Every word she said, she would hold her hand up to the light and look at it.
Meng Jiang looked at her and laughed. She lowered her eyes and pretended to be seriously arranging the fruit platter. “I’m drawing my partner. Do you have an opinion?”
These words didn’t sound harsh, but they had a hint of declaring sovereignty.
Leaving aside the shameless and secretive pursuit, Meng Jiang was actually a very strong woman. Even if she had agreed to follow Qi Sijia’s pace and take it slow, now that their relationship was confirmed and Qi Sijia couldn’t be eaten for the time being, she could only let the whole world not compete with her first.
Qi Sijia saw Meng Jiang’s intention and didn’t reply, just laughed softly.
Her voice was already bewitching. She deliberately lowered it, with a hint of magnetism.
It burned Meng Jiang’s ears. Before Meng Jiang could swallow the heat that had been stirred up, Qi Sijia’s phone rang. The two of them looked away as if to cover up. Meng Jiang lowered her head to arrange the fruit platter.
Qi Sijia answered the phone.
On the other end of the line, Ye Qianqian’s voice was raised high, with an accusatory tone. “Qi Sijia, are you pretending with me?”
Qi Sijia put away her unserious attitude and asked back faintly, “What am I pretending with you?”
“The hands that Meng Jiang drew on Weibo, are they… are they you, right?”
Qi Sijia said, “Then you have to ask her.”
Ye Qianqian sneered, convinced that the red mole was Qi Sijia’s.
“I was wondering why your relationship suddenly got so good. I vaguely felt that something was wrong with you two when we had dinner together at the airport that day,” Ye Qianqian said. “It’s my fault for not thinking in that direction. I was so focused on you missing the top-floor owner. And what happened? You also have a thing with Meng Jiang.”
Qi Sijia frowned. “Stop. What do you mean, ‘also’?”
“Alright, alright. You don’t have a thing. A smart person like Goddess Meng, who never loses out, would she owe the boss of Xinle a favor and give up her vacation to go to M country to save the Wasteland crew for no reason?”
No wonder Meng Jiang was in M country. Last time on set, Sam had mentioned that the original female lead of the drama Wasteland was not Meng Jiang. Later, after the change, Meng Jiang and the director had a high degree of chemistry, which had greatly improved the quality of the film. Therefore, the original script’s logic and character settings needed to be more logical.
“So it was for me?” Qi Sijia looked up and met the gaze of Meng Jiang, who was walking over with a fruit platter.
Meng Jiang smiled naturally and sat down next to Qi Sijia.
“Is Teacher Qi moved?”
“I’m so moved I could die,” Qi Sijia replied in a serious tone, cooperating with Meng Jiang’s tone.
This made Meng Jiang laugh. She picked up the script, tilted her head, and leaned against Qi Sijia’s shoulder. Because she was holding back her laughter, her eyelashes trembled.
Her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her shoulder, whether intentionally or not. The air was cold, which made Meng Jiang’s breath seem very hot. All of this drilled into Qi Sijia’s nightgown.
Qi Sijia’s fingers curled up. She held Meng Jiang’s fair fingers and brought them to her chest.
The two of them were very close. Qi Sijia lowered her head slightly and could kiss Meng Jiang’s eyelashes. Realizing it, Meng Jiang’s eyes curved slightly as she looked at Qi Sijia.
Her lips were full and sexy, upturned, a lip shape suitable for kissing. She had just bitten off a piece of fruit, and a drop of juice was on her lips.
Qi Sijia lowered her eyes and looked at Meng Jiang. A smile bloomed on Meng Jiang’s lips.
It was as if she were saying that she was doing it on purpose.
Qi Sijia let out a sigh of relief and rubbed the back of Meng Jiang’s hand.
This wave of flirting, Qi Sijia was obviously worked up. Meng Jiang reined in the alluring look on her face as soon as she saw it was good. Just as she was about to take a step back, a hand was on her waist.
Qi Sijia pulled Meng Jiang into her arms and pressed her lips against hers.
The phone was on the sofa, and I don’t know whose clothes had brushed against the speaker button.
Ye Qianqian’s questioning tone, which was filled with accusation, shouted a few times, “Qi Sijia?”
“What’s the big deal? Are you hiding from me?”
After a long while, there was no response, only the faint sound of saliva being exchanged. Ye Qianqian shouted a few more times, uncertainly.
This kiss was a little out of control. When they kissed, Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang both had the pure thought of just touching lips. In the early stages of a relationship, kissing and hugging was a gradual process.
But Meng Jiang was deliberately alluring, confident that Qi Sijia could still control the rhythm at this moment.
But Qi Sijia herself did not expect that her subconscious social limitations had almost never been established with Meng Jiang.
Their breaths intertwined, and the air was filled with an inexplicable and rising heat.
It wasn’t until Meng Jiang panted with emotion that Ye Qianqian’s questioning tone on the other end of the line stopped abruptly.
“Hey? Who are you with?”
“Is there someone in the room?”
A series of crisp questions interrupted the two shameless people. Meng Jiang’s fingers paused on untying the tie of Qi Sijia’s nightgown, and she awkwardly lowered them. Then she casually picked up the script that had fallen on the sofa.
Qi Sijia’s neck was tilted back, their breaths separated. Her hand did not let go, still holding Meng Jiang. She looked sideways and met Meng Jiang’s affectionate eyes. Meng Jiang’s breathing was unsteady as she laughed softly. “Teacher Qi, you’re not right.”
Qi Sijia did not refute. Her fingers tilted. “You’re holding the script upside down.”
Hearing this, Meng Jiang flipped the script over, her eyes and face full of smiles.
Ye Qianqian asked for the third time, “It’s so late. Is there someone with you?”
Only then did Qi Sijia pick up the phone and answer, “Yes.”
“Who?”
Ye Qianqian’s tone became sharp. Qi Sijia disliked her loud voice and handed the phone to Meng Jiang. “You answer.”
Meng Jiang laughed teasingly and didn’t even ask if it was appropriate to answer this call.
She naturally took the phone and greeted Ye Qianqian. “Miss Ye Er.”
“…” Ye Qianqian: “Sister Jiang?”
Meng Jiang held her stunning face and hummed in agreement. “Qi Sijia has a temporary work meeting later. You can tell me anything.”
After a long while, Ye Qianqian finally asked, “Are you and Qi Sijia together?”
Meng Jiang said, “I guess so.”
Ye Qianqian fell silent. A moment later, she said, “So sudden.”
“This is too sudden. Are you serious?”
“Not sudden,” Meng Jiang put a piece of fruit into her mouth and said, “You just said it too. I never help people for no reason. This time, I even came to New York to take on a film for Teacher Qi. I naturally had all sorts of thoughts long ago.”
After this conversation, what else was there not to understand?
Meng Jiang hung up the phone. Qi Sijia was looking at her.
Being stared at by those heated eyes, it was like being seduced.
The two of them had just confirmed their relationship, and a single glance could move them.
The aftereffects of the kiss just now were too strong. Meng Jiang only dared to take Qi Sijia’s fingers and hold them in her own palm. She pretended to ask, “What, am I wrong?”
Qi Sijia’s lips curled into a smile, and her tone was coaxing. “You said it very well.”
Their gazes met, and their eyes were filled with smiles. After getting this affirmation, Meng Jiang snuggled into Qi Sijia’s arms.
Qi Sijia was not a fat person. Her body was slender and not as soft as Meng Jiang’s. Suddenly, a body that was soft and tough in all aspects was stuffed into her arms, like being hugged by a warm ball of cotton.
A very suitable hug for both of them.
It was so comfortable to be held like this that Qi Sijia did not let go.
After finishing the fruit, Qi Sijia had no intention of letting go. She held her and took a nap for a while.
Meng Jiang raised an eyebrow and pretended not to know, continuing to snuggle in Qi Sijia’s arms.
But an hour later, the online phone call for the meeting in the study rang on time.
Meng Jiang pushed Qi Sijia. “You go quickly.”
Qi Sijia held her for a few more minutes before she stood up. She glanced at Meng Jiang and said, “Then I’ll go first.”
