I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 79p2

Chapter 79 p2

Epilogue 1

Since participating in the variety show, Qi Sijia was completely cleared.

As a result, a “Qi Sijia Ex-Girlfriend Protest Fan Club” was formed online. A special team was dedicated to cleaning up the internet. Any blogger who used the “Qi Sijia’s ex-girlfriend” brand to clout chase would be involved in rights protection.

A month later, Qi Sijia was going to the Sinking crew as a follow-up director, but she saw Meng Jiang at the opening ceremony.

That night, in the hotel booked by the crew, Qi Sijia threw the script at Meng Jiang.

“What a big surprise. Teacher Meng is bringing capital into the group.”

Meng Jiang did not reply to this, just curled her lips and smiled with the corners of her eyes curved downwards.

Her butt was pressed against the root of Qi Sijia’s thigh, and her fingers slid up to her chest. “I’m not trying.”

“What?” Qi Sijia lowered her eyes, her voice low and circling Meng Jiang’s ear.

Meng Jiang was forced to tilt her head up, her eyes innocently hooking Qi Sijia’s gaze. “I’m trying to develop a wife-and-wife relationship into a relationship where I discuss the moonlight script with the screenwriter teacher late at night. How about it?”

The sunlight was just right that day, and Qi Sijia’s eyes were stained with the warmth of the light.

The script in her hand fell to the carpet. Such a cold person, no matter what she did, she was very restrained. But when her fingers sank into Meng Jiang’s hair, Qi Sijia’s eyes were filled with a warmth that was even brighter than the height of summer, scorching, hot, and she leaned over to kiss the person under her.

…

Epilogue 2

In the first year they were together, everyone was very busy.

They only truly relaxed the following year.

After Yin Junning’s team took over the Qi Group, it officially entered a regular track. Qi Sijia began to reduce her own burden. Her stage was always in international script production. She would need to go to Chicago for about two months a year.

The rest of the time, she was in the country. She would review a few scripts from local studios a year. After that, if she had time, she would write them herself. If not, she would push it to the next year.

After Qi Sijia’s pace slowed down, Meng Jiang’s side also followed suit and slowed down.

After winning the Oscar for Best Actress, she would only film one movie a year, and her focus gradually shifted to Meng Luo’s listing and investment.

After their careers had reached this level, there was not much room for progress. So work was work, and life was life, and both needed to be taken care of.

…

Old Mrs. Meng passed away last August.

The old woman who had held on for so long finally could not withstand organ failure and the struggle for power among her descendants.

At the funeral, everyone was crying, but it was as if no one was crying. Just as Meng Hang and Meng’s eldest uncle were fighting over the inheritance, the lawyer took out the old woman’s will from before she died.

In this will distribution, Meng Jiang, not surprisingly, got the largest share.

There was no surprise, because since ancient times in the Meng family, it had always been that whoever was capable would take the top position.

This was also the reason why a family like the Meng family had been prosperous for so long. No matter how fierce the struggle among the younger generations was, the person with the most say in the family was definitely the one who was most farsighted and could make the right decisions.

Chen Ting being sent to a mental hospital was the old lady’s decision. For no other reason than that the Meng family’s inheritance could not be coveted by an outsider, especially after the old lady had handed over the Meng family to Meng Jiang.

The old lady had seen Meng Jiang once before she died. Regarding Meng Jiang’s sexual orientation, she hadn’t said much. She had only asked Meng Jiang to, after taking over the Meng family and growing old, just as the old lady had chosen her, choose the most suitable person from the Meng family’s descendants to continue the glory of the Meng family.

Meng Jiang neither nodded nor shook her head, just said that they would see about the future.

She would not have children. In the future, she would only choose an heir from the Meng family. The old lady must have calculated this. It was a wily old business deal.

Meng Jiang turned back and joked with Qi Sijia, “Do you think I’ve been tricked by the old lady?”

Qi Sijia stopped typing on the keyboard, thought for a moment, and said, “You can also spend all the money you’ve earned before you die.”

“Qi Sijia, you…”

“What about me?”

“You have no concept of my wealth.”

Knowing very well that she was asking for praise, Qi Sijia raised an eyebrow and deliberately did not indulge her. She said with a Buddhist tone, “If you say no, then it’s no.”

At this point, Meng Jiang was a little unconvinced. She held Qi Sijia’s face and turned it to her own, looking at her face to face. “Then what do you have a concept of?”

“I thought you knew,” Qi Sijia lowered her eyes to look at her. Without waiting for Meng Jiang to speak, a smile appeared in her eyes, and she said slowly, “You.”

Epilogue 3

Another new year. Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang went back to the Meng family’s old house in Beicheng for the New Year.

The small villa in the old house had a hundred years of history and was like an antique of the Meng family.

It had always been passed down to the head of the family. The old lady had left it to Meng Jiang before she died, but she had never had time to come and see it.

After the original servants in the house were dismissed, a part-time worker would come to clean it regularly every month.

But Meng Jiang had a cleanliness obsession. Wherever she went, she had to repeatedly confirm that the room was clean before she would feel at ease staying.

Cleaning the old house was a very tedious project. Even if she hired a dozen part-time workers, according to Meng Jiang’s standards, it would be very annoying.

She had to do her private bedroom herself.

In the two matters of morning exercises and cleaning, Qi Sijia had never backed down.

So neither of them could persuade the other.

Meng Jiang was very happy to bicker with Qi Sijia. She felt that Qi Sijia was particularly cute when she was angry. The two of them went back and forth for a long time.

Qi Sijia said she was tired, and then she was tormented by this person with her soft and tender soft jade. In the end, she relented, pushed the person away, and held up a finger, indicating that she was only willing to clean one bedroom.

Meng Jiang knew when to stop. Her charming eyes were like silk as she panted. She propped herself up on Qi Sijia’s shoulder and stood up, leaving her own bedroom for Qi Sijia to clean.

The decoration of the old villa had a retro style of a medieval castle. Meng Jiang had lived in the old house since she was a child. Her room was a standard princess room, luxurious and elegant, without losing its style.

The floor was covered with an earthy-colored plush carpet imported from Australia, and a life-sized personal oil painting hung on the wall.

In the center was a round bed. The wall near the floor-to-ceiling window was a dressing table. On the table were all kinds of perfumes and cosmetics, a dazzling array, and every one of them was spotlessly clean.

At a glance, there was nothing to clean.

Qi Sijia symbolically took a rag and wiped the dust.

After walking around, she accidentally bumped into a bottle of lily of the valley perfume on the dressing table, and then something surprising happened.

She couldn’t move this bottle of perfume. Qi Sijia tried to pry it, and accidentally touched a button. The wall behind her slowly opened.

Inside was actually an inner wall. On the other side of the inner wall was a screening room. The dim environment made it impossible to see.

Qi Sijia fumbled her way in, turned on the switch, and the screening room lit up.

A huge screen unfolded. This was a video of the last performance of Hua Dan. The video was not very clear. It should have been filmed with a mobile phone, and the picture was shaking, with the noisy applause and conversation of the audience mixed in.

A few seconds later, the announcement began, and it became quiet. The curtain was drawn.

The dancer was wearing a golden silk embroidered dress, her water sleeves lifted, and a pipa was on her lap. She raised her voice, and the prelude began.

“I am just an insignificant dancer in Jinling City. With long sleeves, I dance in the mortal world. I hold my pipa and play a light and slow, absurd and unrestrained melody. That day, I turned my head, and in the bustling city, I saw the unforgettable calamity of my life… She is the long princess of Jinling City, second only to one and above all.”

Jiangnan opera, Wu Nong’s little tune, a hundred twists and a thousand sorrows.

And in an instant, the screen suddenly changed.

The country was broken, and ten thousand horses trampled the land…

The dancer changed her clothes, a red dress and a long whip, her long hair tied up. She sat on an iron horse.

With a “jia” sound.

Meng Jiang in front of the camera played two roles. As a dancer, her thin shirt covered her face, her bewitching phoenix eyes were full of emotion, and her singing voice was melodious and pitiful.

As the long princess, one person and one horse, a red dress and a silver face, her enchanting and charming eyes were filled with the broken mountains and rivers, and an unyielding pride as she died in battle.

…

Qi Sijia had seen Meng Jiang on stage countless times, performing the Hua Dan she had personally written for her.

But this was the only performance that Qi Sijia had not seen.

The video was edited. After a song of Hua Dan ended, the Hua Dan, who had just performed a thrilling sword dance, lifted her skirt and walked to the center of the stage. Her fair face was covered in fine sweat as she thanked the audience.

This was Meng Jiang’s last Hua Dan performance.

In the video, she stood on the half-lit, half-dark stage and interacted with the audience for a full hour.

She scanned the crowded audience one by one, the light in her eyes going from bright to completely disappearing.

Someone asked, “Goddess, aren’t you going home?”

Meng Jiang said to the audience, “Wait a little longer. I have something to say to someone.”

“She didn’t come?”

“Mmm, so I’m hesitating whether to say it or not.”

“Say it. We’ll record it for you and play it for her later.”

“Okay.”

Meng Jiang smiled and raised the microphone. She stood in the center of the stage, her eyes filled with a scorching love as she recited from the New Testament, 1 Corinthians: “Love is patient; love is kind. Love must be brave… love her forever.”

Qi Sijia walked closer to the front of the screening room, wanting to see the expression on Meng Jiang’s face five years ago more clearly.

But she didn’t know what she had bumped into. With a loud “thud,” two things rolled out from the table in front of the screening room.

The light in the room was dim. She bent down and looked closer. They were two gift boxes, exactly the same as the gift boxes that Meng Jiang was holding in the middle of the stage theater in the screen.

The boxes were broken open and fell to the ground. Two platinum necklaces rolled out.

The same kind of necklace. One pendant was a large English letter Q, and the other was an M.

The necklace pendants could be put together to form a complete piece.

Qi Sijia looked at the necklace in her hand and then at Meng Jiang’s gradually dimming eyes on the stage. It was as if she had understood what she was going to do in an instant.

Five years ago, the person who had said she would not go public had actually already gone back on her word and was confessing.

Her half-face was hidden in the darkness. Qi Sijia held the necklace tightly. After a long while, she finally murmured, “So—”

Before she could finish, Meng Jiang’s voice came from behind. “You saw it.”

She was leaning against the dark wall, her long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. A large patch of sunlight fell from behind her, and she wiped the thin sweat from her forehead.

Her whole person was as if she were plated with a layer of light. She lazily looked at Qi Sijia.

The two of them, one in the light and one in the dark wall.

Qi Sijia’s eyes widened in an instant. She just watched quietly as Meng Jiang walked towards her step by step from the light.

Just like countless times in the past, this step she took towards her.

This time, Qi Sijia did not stand still, but walked into her light and opened her arms to hug her.

Meng Jiang rested her chin on Qi Sijia’s shoulder.

“You saw it. I was actually planning to confess to you that day,” Meng Jiang took the necklace from Qi Sijia’s hand, then gathered the long hair on the back of Qi Sijia’s neck, revealing her fair, slender neck. She raised her hand and put the necklace with the “M” on Qi Sijia.

After putting it on, Meng Jiang looked at it carefully and said it was very beautiful.

“You used to say that wearing this thing was like a dog collar, tying you up so you couldn’t struggle anymore. Actually, I wasn’t very rational at that time. I was thinking that no matter what Chen Ting wanted, I had to put a rope on you and force you to be by my side. It’s a good thing you didn’t come that day…”

Her tone was light and was meant to comfort.

Qi Sijia’s voice was dry as she interrupted her. “Fu Chuchu said you waited in the snow all night.”

“She’s exaggerating,” Meng Jiang changed the subject and urged Qi Sijia to put the other necklace on herself.

Qi Sijia obeyed and went around to Meng Jiang’s back, opened the clasp, and her breath sprayed on the back of Meng Jiang’s neck.

“What about the text messages I sent you?”

“Chen Ting deleted my text messages.”

Meng Jiang said it casually. Her back was to her, so her expression was unclear.

Qi Sijia didn’t want to ask anymore. After the necklace was on, she rested her chin on her and, with a tilted head, she gently held Meng Jiang’s earlobe and said, “I agree.”

Meng Jiang turned around in slight surprise and faced Qi Sijia. Their four eyes met, and she asked, “Agree to what?”

“That confession from five years ago,” Qi Sijia, with Meng Jiang’s side profile, held Meng Jiang’s soft lower lip and said, “I agree.”

They did it in the screening room, with the opera of Hua Dan repeating in their ears.

The thin-shirted dancer sang with emotion, “I am just an insignificant dancer in Jinling City. With long sleeves, I dance in the mortal world. I hold my pipa and play a light and slow, absurd and unrestrained melody. That day, I turned my head, and in the bustling city, I saw the unforgettable calamity of my life… She is the long princess of Jinling City, second only to one and above all.”

Jiangnan opera, Wu Nong’s little tune, a hundred twists and a thousand sorrows.

Meng Jiang tilted her face up, her scorching gaze looking into Qi Sijia’s eyes. She asked her, “Teacher Qi… you… have any afterthoughts?”

Qi Sijia reached out and wiped away a tear from the corner of Meng Jiang’s eye. She panted lightly and recited to her, “Love is patient; love is kind. Love must be brave… love her forever.”

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