I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 52

Chapter 52

The reporter looked up in surprise and asked, “You were sick? Was it serious?”

Qi Sijia put her finger to her lips, shushed him, and replied, “I’ll tell you next time.”

After the reporter asked a few more harmless questions, Qi Sijia’s interview was over.

Qi Sijia stood up, shook hands with the reporter, and went over to Meng Jiang’s side.

She was still being interviewed, sitting casually on the combination sofa. The color of the set matched the long dress Meng Jiang was wearing.

Meng Jiang was suitable for bright colors. Her features were open and magnificent, and the color of her eyes brightened her complexion, making her look radiant and charming.

The host of this behind-the-scenes interview was also from Meng Luo, and all the questions were about the movie.

Meng Jiang answered cooperatively. She was very good at this and had her own set of well-practiced words, knowing which questions the movie fans liked to hear and which questions, when thrown out, would generate a lot of discussion.

In addition, with her strong aura and strength over the years, she could say “I’m beautiful on my own” in public.

The interview naturally carried Meng Jiang’s own undisguised and unique style. The entire interview was dominated by Meng Jiang, and she guided the host’s questions with ease.

It could be said that the effect of the interview was much better than the original plan in the script.

The main camp of Meng Luo stood by the side, their smiles never fading.

Qi Sijia stood under the stage and watched for a while.

Sam came over and told her that the crew’s behind-the-scenes interview was over and asked her if she wanted to leave with them.

Qi Sijia pointed at Meng Jiang. “You guys go first.”

Sam nodded. Before he left, he didn’t forget to remind her, “Come early. Anyone who comes late tonight will have to drink as a penalty.”

Qi Sijia refused, “I’m not drinking.”

Sam smiled slyly and looked at the famous actress Meng, who was being interviewed, and said meaningfully, “You can find someone to drink for you. Meng Jiang has a very good tolerance for alcohol.”

Qi Sijia was annoyed by him and didn’t reply, just gave him a cold look.

The meaning was obvious. Sam said, “Alright,” and that he wouldn’t be an eyesore here.

He quickly put his arm around the director’s shoulder and got into the car the crew had chartered.

When Qi Sijia’s gaze turned back to Meng Jiang’s side, it happened to meet her gaze.

Meng Jiang blinked, sat up straight, and her slender legs were pressed together. This posture changed from her previous casual chatting posture, indicating that she intended to end the interview.

“Last question,” Meng Jiang said to the camera with a smile. “There’s a wrap party tonight, so I can’t be late.”

The reporter said understandingly, “Okay.”

“It’s been too long since I’ve interviewed Sister Jiang. I got a little excited and asked too many questions.”

The reporter humbly took the blame and, following this, asked the simplest question as a conclusion. “Do you remember, the last time we met was two years ago, when you had just finished filming Breakup? That day, you said you couldn’t get out of character. What about this time? Do you have the same feeling?”

The reporter who was interviewing Meng Jiang was named A Yu. Two years ago, on the set of Breakup, A Yu had met Meng Jiang once.

At that time, Meng Jiang’s condition was terrible. She hadn’t taken off her costume. In the last scene of the drama, her character was sixty-five years old, and she was wearing a hospital gown.

She was still holding a yellow needle used as a prop in her hand.

A Yu sat opposite Meng Jiang and asked, “Do you want to remove your makeup first?”

Meng Jiang politely declined.

Unlike now, the first time they met, Meng Jiang’s smile seemed to be frozen on her lips. She smiled at everyone, but it was more like a mask, very stiff.

The interview had a script, and Meng Jiang had read it in advance.

Seeing that A Yu had brought up this question, Meng Jiang had nothing to hide. It was well-known that she was not in a good state back then. For this, there were even rumors that she had lost weight due to drug use.

Chen Cheng was a smart person and also held a grudge. Bringing this topic up to the surface again was to use this behind-the-scenes interview to clarify things and sue those who should be sued.

Meng Jiang knew this very well. She cooperated and put on a look of recollection, saying, “I remember. The girl who cut the cake for me that day was you, right?”

“It was me. You didn’t take it at that time,” A Yu replied.

Meng Jiang smiled. “After filming Breakup, I couldn’t get out of character, so I gave up sugar.”

Their eyes met. The reporter smiled shyly and said, “You explained it to me last time. Actually, after all these years, I’ve always wanted to ask you, have you succeeded in giving up sugar now?”

Meng Jiang stopped talking. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Qi Sijia, then curled her lips and said, “I’m not giving it up anymore.”

After the interview, Meng Jiang turned back and changed into a halter-neck long dress. The hem was not as exaggerated as the big red formal dress, and it was half-shouldered. She wore dark red lipstick, and her collarbone hair was loose, making her look noble and elegant.

Next to her, Chen Cheng was also wearing a formal dress and was talking to Meng Jiang about something.

Qi Sijia got into the RV, her gaze lingering on the two of them’s clothes for a few more seconds. Her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she said with a smile, as if she were about to go down, “Should I go back and change my clothes?”

Chen Cheng said, “Don’t. If you go and change your clothes, what will happen if you overshadow our Jiang Jiang?”

Qi Sijia laughed twice. She was wearing a casual white suit today, with a loose gray woolen coat over it.

The layered style, in addition to her usual coldness, also had a bit of a light-colored beauty’s mature and domineering style.

With this combination, the business style was reduced, and attending the dinner party tonight would not seem disrespectful.

Just now, her tone was obviously teasing. Meng Jiang glanced at her. “If you go back and change your clothes, I’ll have to follow you and change into a gorgeous style that matches yours.”

Qi Sijia raised an eyebrow and didn’t reply to this. She walked to the small fridge in the RV as if she were familiar with the way, took out a bottle of cold water, and when she turned back, she saw Meng Jiang handing the car keys to Chen Cheng.

“Arrange it and then come back. I’ll talk to the director’s team,” Meng Jiang told Chen Cheng to settle the staff who had come with Meng Luo.

“They’ve been working hard for several days. Arrange everything that needs to be arranged. It’s on my private account.”

Chen Cheng’s eyes lit up with a smile. “Jiang Jiang is still the most considerate. It’s so late, and your wife is still here. All you’re thinking about are your brothers and sisters who are working for you.”

Being driven a wedge between them by Chen Cheng, Meng Jiang kicked Chen Cheng unhappily and said, “Hurry up and go. You’re an eyesore.”

After Chen Cheng got out of the car, Meng Jiang finally turned her gaze to Qi Sijia. “I knew I shouldn’t have come. I made Teacher Qi wait for so long.”

Qi Sijia laughed. “Why isn’t it that I like to see you in a working state?”

Leaving aside the cautiousness of pursuing someone, in fact, Meng Jiang had a well-rounded maturity in dealing with social relationships.

This was also the reason why so many people were willing to work for her and start a business together.

Now that their relationship was confirmed, Qi Sijia was very willing to further understand Meng Jiang’s working state.

She was very charming like this.

Qi Sijia laid this intention bare. Meng Jiang was amused and directly squeezed in and sat down next to Qi Sijia, her gaze turning to the iced water in her hand.

She curled her lips and asked with a smile, “Is Teacher Qi hot?”

Qi Sijia glanced at her sideways. “It’s fine.”

“Then Teacher Meng will cool you down.”

Qi Sijia lowered her eyes, rubbed the back of Meng Jiang’s hand, and said, “Don’t be flirty.”

With that, she twisted open the iced water in her hand, took a sip herself, and handed the rest to Meng Jiang. Then she found a straw from somewhere and threw it into the mineral water bottle.

This action was obvious. Their eyes met, and the two of them laughed out loud in unison.

Originally, Meng Jiang had not intended to do anything. She still had to attend a party later. Tonight, the makeup team had given Meng Jiang an Athena goddess makeup. Now, let alone kissing, even drinking water had to be done with a straw, sipping it in small sips, for fear of ruining the makeup.

Without Meng Jiang’s deliberate flirting, during the RV’s journey, Qi Sijia answered several work calls.

Meng Jiang was lying on the sofa, rubbing Qi Sijia’s waist. Her strength was not heavy, and compared to a proper Chinese medicine practitioner, she was naturally no match.

From time to time, she would rub downwards. Qi Sijia would only glance at her faintly.

But Meng Jiang didn’t stop. She pressed deeply and lightly, and it actually had the effect of relieving her back pain.

During a break from the phone call, Qi Sijia looked deeply at Meng Jiang and asked, “Does it hurt to rub like this?”

“It’s fine. I’m happy to rub it for you.”

After a long silence, Qi Sijia called her, “Meng Jiang.”

Meng Jiang hummed in agreement. Her hands, which were usually well-maintained, had fine diamonds on their nails.

At this moment, they were resting on Qi Sijia’s slender waist. Meng Jiang looked up. “What?”

“I’m just calling you,” Qi Sijia lowered her eyes, held her hand, and did not let go for a long time. Her palm was very hot, and they were pressed together, as if they were stuck together with glue.

One was unwilling to let go, and the other had no intention of struggling.

So Qi Sijia’s slender, scallion-like fingers naturally intertwined with Meng Jiang’s fingers.

Their gazes met in the air for a long time, and neither of them let go.

Meng Jiang lowered her eyes and used her other free hand to massage Qi Sijia in a messy way.

Qi Sijia, on the other hand, was brought back to her senses from this quiet staring by the incessant ringing of her phone.

The call was from Ye Qianqian. There was not even a single pleasantry. Her tone was urgent as she asked, “Are you in New York?”

Qi Sijia said yes.

“With Meng Jiang?”

Qi Sijia looked at Meng Jiang, and Meng Jiang was also looking at her.

“What? You still want her to reminisce with you?”

Ye Qianqian cursed, “Is that what I mean? I knew it. Which couple in the entertainment industry is not as high-profile as you guys?”

“Isn’t it good?” Qi Sijia asked.

“As you wish, but not today.”

Ye Qianqian was not always so anxious without reason. Calling at this time, there was clearly something she wanted to say.

Qi Sijia calmly led the topic.

“Tell me, what happened?”

“I learned from Shen Tunan that she brought Zheng Xin to New York. She should be attending Meng Jiang’s Wasteland wrap party right now.”

Qi Sijia didn’t quite understand Ye Qianqian’s anxiety and asked, “You want me to help you keep an eye on Miss Shen?”

Her words were so obvious, yet Qi Sijia’s tone was still very Buddhist.

As soon as she finished, before Ye Qianqian could react, Meng Jiang looked over, curled her lips, and said softly, “So the lover Shen Tunan is supporting is Ye Qianqian? That’s good.”

Qi Sijia followed her and laughed. “Ye Er doesn’t admit it.”

Hearing their conversation, Ye Qianqian was choked for a moment. After going around in circles several times, she finally said in a not-so-good tone, “Don’t mention Shen Tunan’s name to me. We broke up a long time ago. Can you let me finish?”

“Go on.”

“Zheng Xin is in New York tonight,” Ye Qianqian took a deep breath and said, “I didn’t expect Zheng Huanxiu to have this kind of means, to persuade Qi Jun to package her daughter as a proper young lady of the Qi family, to build a relationship with the capital circle in Beicheng. Last month, Shen Tunan personally brought Zheng Xin to sign a management contract with Xinle.”

Qi Sijia hummed in agreement and took the phone hot search that Meng Jiang had handed her.

Zheng Xin was currently on the top of the Weibo headlines.

“Meng Jiang’s junior sister.”

“Xinle’s newly signed artist.”

“New York, Meng Jiang’s wrap party, Xinle’s newly signed artist Zheng Xin makes a surprise appearance.”

“Senior sister and junior sister are so good.”

After a quick glance, Qi Sijia said calmly, “It’s not surprising. Qi Jun has been planning to transfer his assets for the past year. If he wants to enter the entertainment industry, someone in the family must have a connection with the capital circle in Beicheng.”

“Why aren’t you worried at all?”

“The one who’s worried is Zheng Xin. You don’t know Qi Jun. The more he paves the way for Zheng Xin, the more he will take back from her in the future. A commodity is placed on the table, and its value needs to be maximized. Qi Jun wants to use her to expand his network. The more popular Zheng Xin becomes in the future, the more she will be at the mercy of others.”

“I understand that, but that’s not what I mean,” Ye Qianqian clearly knew this principle.

“Do you and Meng Jiang know about your relationship?” Ye Qianqian asked.

Qi Sijia was stunned and said, “I don’t know.”

“Whether you know it or not, your own affairs should be decided by you. But I’m just afraid of being disgusted. Tonight, you’re accompanying Meng Jiang to the Wasteland dinner party. Carefully consider the situation. Zheng Xin is constantly scheming. If she finds any clues about you and Meng Jiang, she will definitely make a fuss, buy hot searches, and add fuel to the fire to complain to Qi Jun. You know Qi Jun’s personality. He didn’t accept that you were gay five years ago, and it’s the same now.”

Qi Sijia said, “I have no intention of hiding it. Sooner or later, he’ll have to know.”

Qi Sijia didn’t care from whose mouth Qi Jun learned that she was dating, nor did she care about Qi Jun’s attitude. She hadn’t had time to tell Ye Qianqian about her work at the studio. In fact, the current Qi Jun was not much of a threat to Qi Sijia.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Jiang stared at Qi Sijia.

She looked at her for a long time.

Qi Sijia let her size her up. Only when she had had enough did she ask, “How much did you hear?”

Meng Jiang didn’t know how to answer for a moment. Eight hundred answers swirled in her mind. In fact, any of them could have easily diverted the topic. But when she looked up and saw Qi Sijia’s raised eyebrow, Meng Jiang lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before saying directly, “Everything.”

“You’re not pretending not to have heard?” Qi Sijia laughed.

Meng Jiang pursed her lips, reined in her joking tone, and said seriously, “I can’t pretend not to have heard. Last time I changed the subject because I was worried that continuing would make things difficult for you. But our relationship has reached this point. I can’t say it doesn’t matter to you anymore. I want to hear everything. Who is that Zheng Xin?”

The phone call just now was not very clear, just a few words. That kind of family relationship had already offended Meng Jiang.

Meng Jiang could not be understanding, not ask, and not do anything.

Her meaning was clear. A smile appeared in Qi Sijia’s eyes.

“I’ll tell you whenever you want to know.”

Meng Jiang held Qi Sijia’s hand back and stared at her without saying a word.

“I’m an only child. Zheng Xin is not Qi Jun’s biological daughter. Before Zheng Huanxiu married him, she had a tubal ligation and can never have children again. I haven’t been active in Ningcheng’s circle for the past few years, nor have I been under Qi Jun’s watch. So Zheng Xin has been living with the identity of Miss Qi for many years.”

“Occupying the nest of a magpie.”

Meng Jiang rubbed the back of Qi Sijia’s hand, a half-smile on her lips. “I’ve heard of her before. Shen Tunan came to me and wanted me to take her under my wing, but I refused.”

“Speaking of which, Qi Jun also came to me a while ago to talk about cooperation, and I also refused.”

Meng Jiang didn’t think this topic was poorly transitioned at all. She asked Qi Sijia directly, “Do you think I’m making it harder for us to be together?”

Last time, Qi Jun had gone to Jinbiao Mingting to find Meng Jiang. Qi Sijia had seen it, and there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.

Qi Sijia replied, “You can go at your own pace. It’s business.”

The implication was that no matter who offended Qi Sijia, whether it was Qi Jun or Zheng Xin, Meng Jiang could deal with them however she wanted.

There was no need to consider their relationship.

After getting a definite answer, Meng Jiang smiled.

Considering Qi Sijia’s emotions, she softened her tone and said coaxingly, “Since they are insignificant figures in your heart, you don’t have to care about them in the future.”

Qi Sijia lowered her eyes and met Meng Jiang’s, which were stained with favor. She laughed and asked, “Aren’t you afraid, Teacher Meng?”

“Afraid of what?”

“Five years ago, when Qi Jun and Wei Yunfang were divorcing, the reason was that I had come out at home.”

Qi Sijia intended to talk about her own affairs. She had originally planned to take it slow with Meng Jiang, to talk about some things slowly and let Meng Jiang digest them bit by bit.

But now, the atmosphere was too good, and the speed didn’t seem to matter.

The topic had come to this. The family problems that had been interrupted by Meng Jiang last time were all talked out at once.

“The disagreement in their marriage was that they had raised me wrong.”

“So they sent you to a conversion therapy center?” Meng Jiang looked up and asked.

Qi Sijia was noncommittal.

“What kind of place is that?” Her heart was bitter. Meng Jiang’s voice was dry as she asked.

Darkness, whipping, electroshock… and the daily moral classics.

Qi Sijia looked into Meng Jiang’s eyes. The obscure heartache and remorse were almost overflowing from her beautiful phoenix eyes, so much so that a wisp of red appeared at the corner of her eye.

Qi Sijia sighed and reached out to touch the corner of Meng Jiang’s eye.

She called out without any burden, “Sister.”

Her tone was coaxing, and she lowered her voice.

Her long hand went behind her and wrapped around Meng Jiang’s waist, her lips stopping at Meng Jiang’s trembling eyelashes. Qi Sijia whispered, “Do you want me to hug you?”