After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: I’m Human, I Have Desires

It felt like a long time—so long it was hard to breathe.

Only then did Qiao Sijin release Fu Qingyun’s lips. There were already tiny crimson beads of bl00d formed on them, strangely matching her face perfectly.

“How was it… Satisfied now?”

With her eyes closed, Qiao Sijin let out a soft chuckle, her lashes lowered as her thumb gently brushed across Fu Qingyun’s lips, wiping away the bl00d in the process.

“Sijin, what are you doing?”

“I know you’re angry with me, but you don’t need to take revenge like this.”

Her tone was still cold.

That attitude was really infuriating. Qiao Sijin pressed her thumb down with more force, watching as the soft flesh of Fu Qingyun’s face dented slightly beneath her touch.

Strangely, a sense of twisted satisfaction rose in her heart.

Fu Qingyun ignored the pain on her lips and simply sighed helplessly. She lifted her gaze to look directly at Qiao Sijin.

“Of course I’m expressing my displeasure.”

“Fu Qingyun, how was it?”

“My skills aren’t bad, right?”

From their first awkward time together, it had always been Fu Qingyun taking the lead. Qiao Sijin had passively accepted everything from the start.

But now, being able to vent so freely on Fu Qingyun felt amazing. Qiao Sijin took another step forward, raising her eyebrows challengingly.

What kind of seductive, provocative line was that?

Standing nearby, Li Ke pressed her thumb against the philtrum under her nose, squeezing hard—she could hardly breathe!

God, could someone please come rescue her?

Meanwhile, two figures leaning against the car window quickly rolled it down, craning their necks to see better, not wanting to miss a single second.

“Hey, hey, hey, move over! I want to see too!”

As a professional paparazzo, Xu You had long since developed excellent instincts. She whipped out her mini camera without hesitation.

“You’ve got to be kidding me… you’re filming this too? Be careful! If Sijin sees you, she might tear you to pieces and feed you to the dogs!”

Xu You looked disgruntled.

Why did Qiu Zhirou always have to spoil her fun? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If Qiao Sijin and Fu Qingyun really got back together…

Then she had to replay this footage at their wedding—on the big screen, on loop.

Let’s see who ends up dying of embarrassment then.

“Wanna make a bet, Zhirou? Guess if they’ll get back together in the end?”

Confident as ever, this question clearly caught Qiu Zhirou off guard. She stared at Xu You in disbelief.

“They still have a chance after that? Are you serious, Youzi?”

“They’re just trying to see who can piss off the other more. The fact they haven’t started throwing punches yet is already a miracle.”

Zhirou said that half-jokingly—this was a civilized society after all. Who starts street fights these days?

“And that kiss from Sijin just now—was clearly out of anger.”

Even she, as slow as she claimed to be, could see that much.

But Xu You merely smiled and pointed toward the two women.

“Yeah, it might look like that now… but do you really think Sijin ever let her go?”

“Nope. Not even for a second.”

Even Qiu Zhirou, who always tried to protect what little dignity Sijin had left, couldn’t argue against that.

“So what we really need to do… is stop those two from getting back together.”

That caught Qiu Zhirou completely off guard. What the heck? Weren’t they just betting on whether they’d reconcile?

Now she wanted to break them up?

What kind of logic was that?

“Didn’t you just say they might get back together?”

“If this is really Sijin’s own decision, we can’t stop her. They’re free to love whoever they want. I’m not playing homewrecker here.”

She waved her hands. Zhirou considered herself a kind and attractive woman. She wasn’t about to stoop to that level.

“This isn’t about playing homewrecker. Do I look like someone who’d do something so heartless?”

Xu You felt wronged.

“Then what are you getting at? Stop being cryptic.”

Zhirou covered her eyes with her hand, trying not to watch what was happening ahead. Meanwhile, Xu You was watching with great interest and absolutely zero guilt.

“Exactly. If they get back together this easily, then all the pain Sijin went through before would’ve been for nothing. At the very least, President Fu should earn it this time.”

She snapped her fingers.

Xu You clearly had already made up her mind.

That actually made a lot of sense.

To her own surprise, Qiu Zhirou found she couldn’t even argue. Okay, fine—she’d back Xu You this time.

…

“You bit me till my mouth’s bleeding, and you still want a compliment?”

“You drank so much tonight. If you came back to the company for something, you could’ve waited until tomorrow morning. Or… you could’ve just asked Li Ke to help.”

“Don’t you know how dangerous it is to wander around alone at night—especially in your current drunken state?”

If it were anyone else, Fu Qingyun wouldn’t care or interfere. But this was Qiao Sijin. She couldn’t just ignore her or pretend not to see.

“I already told you—I don’t need you to worry about me. You, Fu Qingyun.”

“Why did you acquire my agency? Don’t tell me… it’s still about that contract?”

“I told you—I’m not going to agree.”

“You know the saying: ‘I’d rather die than yield’?”

“Want me to stomp on you again?”

As impulsive and improper as her actions were earlier, if it was Fu Qingyun standing there—

Qiao Sijin felt like it didn’t matter at all.

“Then why did you… kiss me?”

“Qiao Sijin.”

“I’m human. I have desires.”

Just like when she first signed that contract, Fu Qingyun had also done it to satisfy her own desires. In her succession training courses, she had learned all about managing such impulses.

So for most of her life, Fu Qingyun had lived by the book.

Maybe she had some personal interests once—but those had long since been worn away, erased, until there was nothing left.

Then, in one fleeting moment, Qiao Sijin had entered her life—and Fu Qingyun couldn’t forget her.

Following her heart for the first time, the very first thing she did… was take Qiao Sijin home.

It was just a few film roles. If Fu Qingyun wanted them, she only had to lift a finger. There was nothing she couldn’t get.

“But ending things like this… it feels awful, doesn’t it?”

“Well what about me, huh, ‘sister’? Back then I waited for you so hopefully, so desperately—and still got nothing in the end.”

Qiao Sijin really wanted to pinch her—to see if what she said was real or not.

Her aggressive, relentless tone.

It froze Fu Qingyun right where she stood.