After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Was Her Skill Really That Bad?

The next morning.

Standing in front of the mirror, Qiao Sijin looked at the ambiguous marks all over her body and clenched her teeth in anger.

Her shoulders were bruised in blotches of blue and purple.

Even if it was just a breakup hookup, that woman Fu Qingyun had still gone completely overboard. Qiao Sijin felt like she had truly spoiled her too much over the years!

Just then, Fu Qingyun walked over in a bathrobe. With a lazy flick of her fingers, she brushed aside a strand of Qiao Sijin’s long black hair and looked at the marks behind her neck—her handiwork from the night before.

A slow sense of satisfaction rose in Fu Qingyun’s chest.

She wrapped her arms around Qiao Sijin’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss her earlobe.

“Enough!”

“Fu Qingyun, from today onward, there is nothing between us anymore.”

She was about to embrace a beautiful new life, and from this day on, the name Fu Qingyun—the CEO of Nanshan Group—would be erased from Qiao Sijin’s vocabulary.

Grabbing Fu Qingyun’s wrist with some force, Qiao Sijin barely managed to break free from her grasp.

“Sijin, if I’m not mistaken… this is your first Best Actress award, isn’t it?”

For someone as busy and high-profile as Fu Qingyun to even remember what awards she’d won was absurd.

Qiao Sijin found it all laughable. But with her acting skills, she simply curved her lips into a smirk and looked at Fu Qingyun’s usually indifferent eyes.

“You remember? I thought you never cared whether I was alive or dead.”

Husband and wife are like birds sharing the same tree—until disaster strikes and they fly their separate ways.

And in their case, they weren’t even birds of the same tree—more like a brief fling born of impulse.

Now that she had everything she wanted, there was no reason to continue groveling to win her favor.

In her previous life, after Fu Qingyun abruptly ended their contract, Qiao Sijin was filled with depression. She either drank herself into a stupor or spaced out on set.

Until one day, tipsy and swaying with a bottle in hand, she stumbled out onto the balcony.

There, she mistook a monstera plant for Fu Qingyun.

And she yelled at it endlessly—ranting about all the grievances she’d bottled up during their time together.

Like how Fu Qingyun sometimes had long nails that hurt her.

Or how, even after Fu Qingyun had exhausted her all night long, she still insisted on continuing the next morning—even when Qiao Sijin had a film shoot scheduled.

Their relationship was no secret in the entertainment industry.

But no tabloid ever dared to report it—it would’ve been career suicide.

At the peak of her rant, Qiao Sijin took a big swig from her bottle—only to choke on it, and quite literally drink herself to death.

When she was finally discovered…

Forget it. Let’s skip that part. It’s too humiliating.

Just thinking about it made Qiao Sijin feel like she’d been the biggest fool in the world in her last life. Why pine for one flower when the whole world is full of blooming fields?

She could just find a few younger ones to date instead.

Why let someone like Fu Qingyun—an old cow—feast on fresh grass?

Upon hearing her snide remark, Fu Qingyun’s long-suppressed temper finally exploded. She scoffed coldly and let out a mirthless laugh.

“Qiao Sijin, this is my final ounce of patience.”

“Once you walk out of this hotel, we’ll never see each other again.”

If anyone else had said that, Qiao Sijin wouldn’t have taken it seriously. But if it was Fu Qingyun who said it, with her rigid personality, it was as binding as a signed million-dollar contract.

“Great, Fu Qingyun. I’d be delighted.”

Breakup blessings~ May she enjoy the breakup, may she never be seen again~

As Fu Qingyun watched Qiao Sijin’s figure walk away, she furrowed her brows slightly. The lingering warmth of Qiao Sijin’s skin still clung to her fingers.

Was she really going to be that decisive?

She hadn’t even looked back once.

……

Though her body felt like it had been run over by a car, Qiao Sijin was in excellent spirits.

As the saying goes: promotion, wealth, and a dead husband—life couldn’t be better.

“Sister Sijin! You’re finally here!”

“Did I keep you waiting?”

At that moment, a girl in a hoodie and thick black-rimmed glasses hopped out of a car and ran excitedly toward Qiao Sijin.

“Nope, you’re just on time.”

Coming out of the hotel early in the morning, her assistant had a pretty good idea of what her boss had been up to last night.

But such private matters were not to be asked. If she slipped up, she might just lose her job.

Being a celebrity assistant was a dangerous profession.

So the best thing was to keep her mouth shut and play dumb.

The weather had already turned to late autumn. The wind was sharp and biting; just standing outside for a bit left your face red from the cold.

Inside the car, the heat was turned all the way up. Li Ke was worried her boss might catch a chill.

As soon as Qiao Sijin sat inside, she was greeted by a wave of warmth. But… she absolutely couldn’t take off her coat or remove the scarf wrapped around her neck.

Those purple and blue marks? Anyone who saw them would think she’d been mauled by a wild animal!

It wouldn’t matter much if her assistant saw it.

But if a paparazzo caught it? That would be a scandal.

Qiao Sijin felt extremely guilty right now. Even though she hadn’t actually cheated on anyone, she looked like someone who had just finished a secret affair.

“Sister Sijin, in a few days the company is throwing a party to celebrate your Best Actress win.”

“The restaurant and details are all in your WeChat. Since it’s your celebration, if you’re not happy with anything, we can change the date or venue.”

Qiao Sijin’s award had finally given the company a moment to shine and brag about.

The entire team was thrilled.

“Sounds good. I’ll definitely have a few drinks with you all.”

This could double as a toast to her new life, a farewell to the past.

Qiao Sijin was full of confidence. Since she and Fu Qingyun were bound to split eventually, it was far better that she be the one to walk away.

“But… Sister Sijin, the heater is blasting. Maybe you should take your coat off?”

As soon as she said that, the assistant felt something was wrong…

Crap. Her boss had just come out of a hotel…

Sure enough, blockheads like her always exposed themselves within a few steps.

Li Ke wanted to slap herself. All those emotional intelligence training seminars the company had made her take were apparently useless now!

“No need… I’ve always had a cold constitution.”

Heh. Even she didn’t believe that one.

But that’s the art of conversation—lie with a straight face. If you can’t even fool yourself, how are you going to fool others?

At that moment, standing behind the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows and staring down at the parking lot below, Fu Qingyun felt… oddly empty inside.

She’d always known there was no future for her and Qiao Sijin.

So why… did she still care?

Maybe… it was just that she’d lost a good bed partner.

Looking down at her own hand, Fu Qingyun frowned slightly.

Was her technique really that bad?

She thought of how last night Qiao Sijin had kept stubbornly insisting her skills were awful.

Fu Qingyun let out a long sigh.

The car downstairs drove off without hesitation.