After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: You Sleep in the Master Bedroom, I’ll Sleep in the Guest Room

“Miss Qiao, do you still want to go back?”
Ye Ke gripped the steering wheel and didn’t unlock the car doors.

“I…”
The words were still stuck in Qiao Sijin’s throat when Fu Qingyun cut her off. His cool and gentle voice echoed in the car.

“You’ll come back to my place tonight.”
“There are too many reporters out there. If you get out now, they’ll just swarm you again.”

Fu Qingyun, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. Qiao Sijin knew what he said made sense—it was the only viable option at the moment.

But still, she felt oddly annoyed. Why?

“I don’t mind. Maybe I’ll even have a nice little chat with them.”

Though she said that, her arms were folded, and she had no intention of opening the car door. Fu Qingyun could see right through her little charade.

“Alright, if you insist on getting out, I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

He took a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and drank a sip.

Ye Ke nearly choked. She managed to swallow it down but was clearly distressed. She crossed her arms in a big X and frowned dramatically.

“Boss, please don’t. Seriously, don’t even think about it. Otherwise… no, no, no, no, NO! The two of you will be headline news on every app for the next two weeks!”

At that moment, Ye Ke had already envisioned a doomsday scenario in her mind.

It wasn’t so much that she was worried about her boss’s personal affairs being exposed, but if it happened, her job would become a living hell.

Tonight’s chaos was already hard enough. The thought of what would come next? Unimaginable.

“Alright, so you’re the one who’s good at making threats, huh?”
“It’s just one night at your place. It’s not like I’ll lose a limb.”

Qiao Sijin let out a defeated sigh as she looked out toward her apartment complex one last time.

“Then it’s settled. Boss, which villa are we heading to?”

Ah, the life of a rich man.

Just the properties Ye Ke had on file were already numerous. Sometimes when the boss was alone, he’d go back to the old family estate too.

“The closest one. It’s not far. Drive steadily.”

Seeing how exhausted Qiao Sijin looked, Fu Qingyun didn’t nitpick the details.

…

“This place hasn’t changed a bit since our university days. Still the same cold, lifeless vibe.”

Walking into the house, Qiao Sijin noticed her old slippers were still on the shoe rack, as if they had just been cleaned. They felt dry and comfortable when she put them on.

“You don’t like it?”

It was the first time Fu Qingyun had heard her describe his home as “cold and lifeless,” and it made him pause. He quietly placed her shoes back onto the rack.

“It’s not that I dislike it. Maybe my tastes have changed. Back in college, I thought it was alright.”

She wasn’t lying.

That kind of blind acceptance could probably be chalked up to loving someone too much. Because Fu Qingyun liked it, she had forced herself to overlook her discomfort.

Only now did she realize she had never truly liked this style. Maybe that’s what it means to finally take off the rose-colored glasses.

The benefit of not changing the decor was that the place felt very familiar—almost like home. Probably because it was the closest house to her company, they’d spent a lot of time here… doing all kinds of things.

“You take the master bedroom. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”

Fu Qingyun felt mentally exhausted today. He needed some time to get his thoughts together.

With a few simple words, the room arrangements were settled. Qiao Sijin rubbed her chin and nodded in approval.

“Not bad. At least you’ve got a bit of a conscience.”

She used to be the one who volunteered to sleep in the guest room. Love really did make people lose their minds. If she hadn’t been so obsessed with Fu Qingyun back then, would she have poured her entire heart and soul into him like that?

Fu Qingyun didn’t react much to her backhanded compliment.

When they got to the master bedroom, Qiao Sijin noticed he was still following her. And oddly enough, she started feeling a bit of anticipation. Could he be pretending to stay calm when he actually wanted something else?

She wasn’t afraid.
Let’s see who has more self-control.

She gripped the doorknob and pushed open the door. It looked exactly the same as she remembered.

Except… the spot where she used to sleep was now occupied by a giant fluffy brown teddy bear.

…Could someone explain this?

She turned around and gave Fu Qingyun a questioning look.

“Um… I just came in to grab some clean clothes. They’re all in the master bedroom.”

Alright. That was awkward.

But no one else saw—just the two of them. A little teasing wouldn’t hurt.

As he opened the wardrobe, Qiao Sijin saw how sharply divided the closet was. Her colorful wardrobe on one side, Fu Qingyun’s uniform business suits on the other.

Even after she left, he hadn’t changed a thing?

Fu Qingyun casually grabbed a couple of shirts and was about to leave, but Qiao Sijin reached out and gently tugged his arm, breaking the silence.

“Just stay here and sleep. It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you.”

She knew she was technically a guest, so she made the offer herself. Besides, after everything they’d been through, it was silly to act like strangers now.

If a real memory-erasing potion existed, she’d probably be the first to buy it.

“No, Miss Qiao, I’ll still sleep in the guest room.”

Ugh, this guy. Still putting on an act?

Qiao Sijin suddenly tightened her grip and pulled Fu Qingyun closer. The distance between them vanished in an instant. Under the warm lights of the living room, the atmosphere grew undeniably intimate.

Just as Fu Qingyun was momentarily dazed, Qiao Sijin let go again.

“What… don’t you follow ‘guest-first’ etiquette when you host someone? Since your guest has already asked, how could you possibly refuse?”

Exactly.
As long as she could make Fu Qingyun squirm, make him flustered, she’d be satisfied.

“You really want me to stay?”
Fu Qingyun raised an eyebrow and asked. His repeated retreat was his way of suppressing his desire.

“Yeah. Or did you think I was joking?”