Chapter 73:
There was a follow-up director in the small courtyard, and staff members were walking around the entrance from time to time.
Qi Sijia put down her tools and told Meng Jiang to stand properly.
“Are you going to cook?”
“I’m not hungry yet,” Qi Sijia said.
“Then why did you stand up?”
Meng Jiang stared at Qi Sijia, her eyes curving into a smile. “What is this?”
“You just said you were putting it on credit.”
In front of the camera, Meng Jiang did not hide anything. Her question was casual and calm, as if she were talking about the weather today. Meng Jiang reached out and brushed the hair on Qi Sijia’s chest, with no intention of moving away.
Qi Sijia was a little helpless. “I have to go and turn off the camera.”
Her tone paused. “Or do you want the variety show that your wife invested in to be completely taken down?”
She touched Meng Jiang’s waist. Qi Sijia’s gaze went past Meng Jiang’s shoulder and said to the staff behind her, “Big brother cameraman, can we pause the recording for a moment? We’d like to be alone for a while, is that okay?”
Being swept by Qi Sijia’s clear and cold eyes, the staff’s face turned red.
But on closer inspection, the person’s expression did not change at all. It was as if being alone with their lover was the most natural thing in the world for them. They were not ashamed to tell others, nor did they hide anything. They were frank, casual, and made people envious.
To others’ ears, this request was extremely reasonable.
[Is this a real scene that I can see in a domestic variety show?]
[Ahhh, camera teacher, don’t go.]
[Ahhh]
[Ahhhhhh]
[I’m so envious. I’m envious of this kind of love where they don’t care what others think and only have each other in their eyes.]
…
A few minutes later, the small courtyard became quiet.
The light in the house was dim. Qi Sijia pressed against Meng Jiang’s lower back and pushed her against the wooden door that had been tidied up before.
“A few minutes ago, Chen Cheng called me and told me to keep an eye on you.”
Qi Sijia turned her face to look at Meng Jiang. Her warm breath rolled over her skin. Meng Jiang trembled all over, her eyebrows completely flushed. She panted, clinging to Qi Sijia, her hands on her slender neck.
“And then?” She rested her head on Qi Sijia’s shoulder, raised an eyebrow, and buried her head, pecking at the other person’s icy skin.
Qi Sijia let her bite, reached out and supported Meng Jiang’s waist. Meng Jiang had bitten a very deep love bite in the most conspicuous place. After she finished biting, she looked up and stared at Qi Sijia’s eyes for a long time before laughing softly. “Teacher Qi, don’t blame me. This time, it’s quite out of character. Whether it’s an ex or not, they’re all unforgettable to you. This time, they’ve all provoked me.”
Meng Jiang said it lightly and glanced at her.
“I’m not playing the reserved game with you either. You can leave this door today, and you can continue to record the program. But you have to leave evidence that you’re ‘mine’ before you go.”
Meng Jiang’s eyes were very beautiful, and her pupils could only accommodate Qi Sijia.
Almost without any room for maneuver, she wrote her possessiveness in her eyes. Today, this matter could not be finished without being done.
It was rare to see her like this. Qi Sijia narrowed her eyes, took a step forward, and squeezed out the last bit of space between them. Their flexible waists were pressed together. The wooden door behind them creaked.
“I was originally worried that it would be a little dirty here,” Qi Sijia looked into Meng Jiang’s eyes and laughed softly with her bewitching female low voice.
“I know you want to declare your sovereignty. I didn’t stop you. Otherwise, what would I have sent the program team away for?”
Meng Jiang was stunned and hadn’t reacted yet.
Qi Sijia held Meng Jiang’s waist with her backhand and leaned over to kiss her.
Her tongue reached her lips. While Meng Jiang’s eyes were slightly bright and dazed, Qi Sijia went in through her slightly open lips, and the two of them had a very deep kiss.
A farmer’s small courtyard, the sound insulation was equal to zero. The program team staff outside the courtyard were carrying a camera, and their footsteps were very heavy.
There were also whispers, and a little further away, the chirping of insects and birds in the fields.
Everything was like an open-air movie, secret, shy, impulsive, and each other.
But—before the two of them could get happy, the wooden door was knocked on.
“Qi Sijia? I heard that Sister Jiang is here. We came to say hello.”
“Hey! Is she not at home? Why is the door locked?”
“Director, is Qi Sijia at home?”
The follow-up director stammered, “Yes.”
“Then why did you guys come out?”
“Teacher Meng and Teacher Qi have something to talk about.”
When these words were asked, the few big shots who had come to check on the situation all turned cold.
What kind of matter required the director to be sent out, in broad daylight—
What the two of them were doing, you could guess without saying.
The atmosphere among the guests, which had just improved, became stiff again.
Zhou Lu was carrying a vegetable basket with one hand. With her other free hand, she pulled on Yu Qian’s sleeve. “Professor, why don’t we go back first—”
“You go back,” Yu Qian took the vegetable basket from Zhou Lu’s hand. “Among everyone, only Qi Sijia can cook. Give her the food, and everyone can have a full meal today.”
This was an excuse, but it did not stop Yu Qian’s expression from being emotionless.
“But—you—”
Yu Qian suddenly turned her head and stared at Zhou Lu expressionlessly. “There’s still a month left. Zhou Lu, your project is about to end, right? You don’t have to follow me for the next project.”
“Teacher—” Zhou Lu’s face panicked.
The sleeve that was held tightly in her palm was pulled away by Yu Qian.
Professor Yu said expressionlessly, “I don’t need a student who is overly concerned about the teacher’s life.”
These words almost gave Zhou Lu no face, and bluntly exposed her most hidden thoughts.
Zhou Lu closed her eyes and took a step back in dejection.
On the other side, Qin Huanhuan and Liang Kun were once again smoking on the ridge of the field, but this time, no one needed to borrow a light.
“It doesn’t seem like something Qi Sijia would do. Tsk, in the daytime—I don’t quite believe it,” Qin Huanhuan glanced at the small, dilapidated courtyard.
Liang Kun did not speak. With his understanding of Qi Sijia’s asexuality, he also did not believe that anything indescribable had happened in the courtyard.
“Do you want to cooperate?” Qin Huanhuan suddenly asked.
Liang Kun looked at her as if she were crazy. “You and me? Cooperate?”
Qin Huanhuan nodded. “Do you think I’m not worthy?”
“I’m surprised. You didn’t even ask me what happened between me and Qi Sijia, and you’re so sure that I have feelings for her.”
“Then do you? Or are you interested in me? After all, you’ve accompanied me to smoke twice in a row to relieve my sorrow.”
Liang Kun sneered, sized her up lightly, and after a glance, he let out a long puff of smoke. After a moment of thought, he asked in a low voice, “What do you want to do?”
“It’s simple. Make them break up,” Qin Huanhuan stubbed out the cigarette, adjusted the camera’s focus, and began to pose her hands.
“You’re quite confident. I’ve seen people who like their own hands, but I’ve never seen anyone as narcissistic as you.”
“You’re wrong. I love Qi Sijia’s hands more, but I haven’t taken pictures of them in a long time. So do you want to cooperate?”
Liang Kun patted the dust off his pants and stood up with a straight suit. He looked down at Qin Huanhuan. “Is Qi Sijia not good to you?”
Qin Huanhuan was slightly stunned. She looked up, reined in her emotions, and asked, “What?”
“I used to play a cross-dressing character. When I met Qi Sijia, I lied to her that I was a little girl who had no money to eat. So later, she would give me ten yuan every morning to eat. I was bad at playing games, and she would personally carry me. Then she would remind me to go offline at a certain time—”
A smile appeared on Liang Kun’s lips. “It’s just that she likes girls. When she found out I was a cross-dresser, she was probably disgusted to death, but she didn’t scold me for cheating on her feelings. She’s had so many exes, and she still looks for girls to date after a breakup. So why do you think I would help you harm her?”
“Then you’re just going to watch them—”
Liang Kun interrupted Qin Huanhuan. “I don’t want to, but it doesn’t stop me from openly helping her quit being gay. Isn’t it good to fight for it? I’m not as sinister as you.”
Qin Huanhuan clicked her tongue, rubbed her camera, and said with a sneer, “What am I sinister about? I’m just helping Qi Sijia test Meng Jiang’s feelings for her. Do you think I can win against Meng Jiang in a mind game?”
Hearing this, Liang Kun’s footsteps paused.
He walked to Qin Huanhuan’s side and handed her a cigarette. “Want another one?”
—
All the guests had their own ulterior motives. The follow-up director was left far behind, and the camera could only film Shu Ran, who was still jumping around. She now had all her hopes on reconciling with Yu Bei and Meng Jiang through the program. Otherwise, if they went their separate ways in the future, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to get an appointment with Meng Jiang.
Shu Ran raised her hand and knocked on the wooden door again. The cockroach room made a dilapidated creaking sound.
Qi Sijia had no doubt that if she were to be filmed again, the wooden door would shatter at any moment.
Meng Jiang had the thought of banning the few people outside at this moment. She half-closed her eyes, stared at the fragile wooden door, and her gaze returned to the shirt that Qi Sijia had pushed up to her waistline.
A little unwilling, she pulled Qi Sijia’s hand. The aftertaste had not yet passed, and her eyes were red. She touched the ponytail that Qi Sijia had tied up with a leather cord and picked a few strands of hair.
She lay on Qi Sijia and asked as if no one else was there, “What should we do? Still do it?”
The saliva left behind from the deep kiss was still on her lips. Qi Sijia used the back of her hand to wipe away the moisture on Meng Jiang’s crimson lips.
Her fingertips pressed against her lips, and then she raised her voice. With her hoarse female low voice, which was different from her usual cold voice, she said to the people outside, “I’m at home. It’s not convenient right now. Is there something wrong?”
