After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: I… Don’t Need Your Pity

“Forget it… I don’t want to answer your question right now.”

After falling hard onto the floor, Qiao Sijin had gotten up in a rush—she was now barefoot, and the floor was cold as ice. And she was supposed to comfort a vulnerable CEO?

What kind of ridiculous fantasy drama was this? Even novels wouldn’t write something so absurd, right?

“I’m going to the guest room to sleep.”

“You… take your time to be alone.”

Yes, avoidance might be shameful—but it was effective.

Qiao Sijin fled quickly. Before she knew it, her hand was already on the doorknob, and she was standing outside the bedroom.

She looked back down at her bare ankles and slapped her forehead in frustration. Why had she rushed out like that?

Seriously… what was the worst Fu Qingyun could do, even if she dared to act out? It’s not like she’d eat her alive. Why had she run away like a thief?

Besides, Fu Qingyun was the one who shamelessly confessed her feelings—why should she be the one acting flustered?

This was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot—to let Fu Qingyun know that she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. She should pretend to accept her, then reject her brutally.

People are often happiest when they’re closest to grasping happiness.

Inside the now-empty room, Fu Qingyun sat alone, worry growing in her chest. The hallway lights weren’t on. Qiao Sijin had gone out barefoot in the dark—what if she tripped or fell?

She had a terrible sense of direction. That hadn’t changed over the years. Just like earlier… falling off the bed.

But if she chased after her now… Qiao Sijin would definitely avoid her again. She had blurted everything out on impulse—those words she’d kept buried deep inside.

Maybe it was because she’d been suppressing it for too long. Now, even Fu Qingyun felt like this version of herself was ridiculous… and a little terrifying.

Back when they were together, why hadn’t she spoken up? Why had she relied on a contract, using it like a cage to confine the freedom Qiao Sijin should’ve had?

She had cut off her social life in college, made unreasonable demands, and expected her to come running whenever she called.

Now, sitting here alone in the dark—was this the same loneliness Qiao Sijin had once endured?

So maybe… she had been right all along.

As Fu Qingyun stared blankly at her palm, the door creaked softly open. Qiao Sijin appeared again, resting her cheek against the doorframe.

“…Are you still crying?”

Her voice was gentle, uncertain.

It felt like a century had passed since Fu Qingyun had last heard Qiao Sijin speak to her like that.

She shook her head.

A smile tugged at her lips—but in the dim room, Qiao Sijin couldn’t see it clearly. Her face was hidden behind her long black hair, which veiled her thin cheeks.

“No… I’m not.”

The words sounded incredibly forced. If she hadn’t cared, Qiao Sijin might’ve turned and run the moment she heard them.

Instead, she sighed inwardly and stepped back into the room.

Within moments, Fu Qingyun felt a warm palm gently cradle her face. Qiao Sijin even smoothed out her messy hair, tucking it behind her ear.

“If you’re still hiding it even now… Fu Qingyun, you say you like me, but I never once felt that love.”

“Do you really love me… or are you just saying these things because you feel guilty?”

Kneeling on the bed, one hand resting on the soft blanket, Qiao Sijin ignored the icy cold under her feet. Right now, the most important thing was calmly and reasonably talking to Fu Qingyun.

“I don’t need your pity… and I don’t need you apologizing or telling me you love me right now.”

“I really don’t.”

Fu Qingyun had been the one crying earlier, but now Qiao Sijin felt tears welling up. She wasn’t a fragile person by nature.

But perhaps… in her past life, she had been hurt by this person one too many times.

So now, she didn’t even know what to feel anymore—disappointment? Pain?

And yet… here she was, comforting Fu Qingyun. Wasn’t that a little ironic?

This might’ve been the first time Fu Qingyun had heard Qiao Sijin’s inner thoughts so clearly. Normally eloquent and composed, Fu Qingyun now found herself completely tongue-tied.

She didn’t know how to face her.

Because Qiao Sijin was right—she had ignored her feelings.

“It’s not… it’s not like that, Sijin.”

“I… there were many times I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t mean to—”

Her voice grew weaker with every word.

Eventually, it disappeared altogether.

Maybe even she didn’t believe what she was saying anymore. The more she tried to explain, the more hypocritical it sounded.

Anyone could say pretty words—but these hollow, powerless excuses? Even she didn’t want to hear them.

“…Why aren’t you saying anything? See? Fu Qingyun, even you think the past you was a hypocrite, don’t you?”

“Then why the sudden change of heart? Is it because I was the one who left? If I hadn’t walked away, would you have ever said these things? Done any of this?”

Qiao Sijin’s sharp words came with such ease and precision—because she had nothing to feel guilty about.

She had already lived through the pain once. She wouldn’t do it again.

So even she didn’t know what she felt for Fu Qingyun now.

Hate? Love? Regret? Or just lingering memories from the past?

Maybe… all of the above.

“…Would you be willing to give me a chance?” Fu Qingyun asked at last. “If not, you can reject me now. I promise I won’t show up in your life again.”

“As for… Xuanyu Entertainment, I’ll transfer it to your name. I only acquired it back then because I didn’t want you to leave my sight and be bullied by others.”

As always, Fu Qingyun’s words still sounded harsh and clumsy. Qiao Sijin closed her eyes, silently reminding herself not to slap the infamous President Fu in the face.

As a public figure, she had to maintain professionalism and be a moral role model to her fans.

But seriously… Fu Qingyun’s emotional intelligence was alarmingly low. Her way of expressing herself lacked even basic polish.

And yet, because Qiao Sijin knew her so well… she couldn’t bring herself to hate her for it.

It was probably all genuine.

“Fine. Let’s do as you say. I think that’s best.”

“From now on, let’s not have any contact with each other.”

Qiao Sijin stood up, turning to leave. If she’d known it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have come back in at all.

Just because a couple of tears landed on her sleeve—what was there to be heartbroken about?

As Fu Qingyun watched her back retreat, she found herself at a complete loss. The desire in her heart slowly overwhelmed her rationality.

She reached out and, all at once, caught Qiao Sijin by the wrist.

Her fingers brushed against skin—warm and soft. The sensation hit her like electricity, flooding her limbs with a sudden intensity.