After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Want to Continue? …But You Can’t

“What are you doing? Didn’t you say I could choose? I’ve already made my decision, and yet you keep stopping me again and again.”

“Fu Qingyun, don’t tell me you’re hopelessly in love with me?”

Being narcissistic is a virtue. As a celebrity who takes dozens of selfies a day, Qiao Sijin found herself a bit intrigued by Fu Qingyun’s current behavior.

It felt like, in this moment, Fu Qingyun had truly become her pet — entirely at her beck and call.

“Yes. That’s my answer.”

After saying that, Fu Qingyun didn’t speak another word. She just clung tightly to Qiao Sijin’s wrist, like a clingy little puppy that wouldn’t let go.

Seeing this, Qiao Sijin found it a bit amusing. In the past, she was always the one looking up at Fu Qingyun. But now, it really felt like the roles had completely reversed.

“I’m not good with words… I really don’t know how to say things properly.”

“…But I’ll try to learn.”

Learn what? How to speak sincerely?

If this were the old Fu Qingyun, Qiao Sijin would’ve walked away without hesitation. But this version of her… had piqued her interest.

Fine then. Since Fu Qingyun even went as far as acquiring Xuan Entertainment just to get closer to her, it wouldn’t hurt to play along for a while.

Why should Fu Qingyun get away without suffering? After all, even though the contract had ended, everything from their past life was still fresh in her mind.

Qiao Sijin admitted it — once bitten, twice shy.

“Alright. Since you agreed.”

“Then keep your word, Fu Qingyun. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I want you to pursue me all over again. Make me fall in love with you again. Can you do that?”

Kneeling on the soft comforter, under the moonlight, Qiao Sijin turned into a hunter. She lightly bit Fu Qingyun’s nose with a playful smirk.

“I… I’ll do my best to try.”

“So, until then… Sijin, please keep looking at me like this, okay?”

She had wanted to do this for a long time. She just used to fantasize about it in her mind. That nose was just too tempting — not biting it a couple times would be frustrating.

Fu Qingyun only felt her nose itch from the nibble, while Qiao Sijin’s long hair fell into her collar, trailing down her collarbone into her neckline.

Before the kiss could go any further, Qiao Sijin suddenly felt a hand on her back — it was Fu Qingyun, unconsciously pressing against her. The white fabric of her clothes stretched slightly.

“Want to keep going…? But nope. You can’t.”

“I’ve got a shoot tomorrow. No messing around tonight. But… kissing is still okay.”

Their foreheads pressed together. Qiao Sijin could feel the dampness on Fu Qingyun’s nose and a few reddish marks — clearly her handiwork.

She was quite satisfied with the results.

Her thumb caressed Fu Qingyun’s soft cheek. Qiao Sijin was genuinely tired now. No matter how passionate Fu Qingyun got, she had zero energy left for anything more.

That’s just how life is when you’re a corporate drone.

Besides, the first step to seducing the enemy is to set the bait. If the fish gobbles it down too quickly, it’ll probably spit it right back out.

“Tired, huh? Then… let’s sleep.”

More than her own desires, Fu Qingyun realized she was starting to care about Qiao Sijin’s feelings. Maybe this was a good start — finally learning to cherish the people around her, rather than just following the path laid out by her parents as their heir.

“Smart move.”

“But… let me go wash my feet first.”

Qiao Sijin bent down to grab her slippers and walked into the bathroom. Fu Qingyun watched her back — so graceful and charming, like a flower bud swaying gently, just about to bloom.

She couldn’t help but swallow.

She tidied up the messy bed, laid her head on the pillow, and soon, Qiao Sijin returned in slippers.

Climbing into bed, Qiao Sijin lifted the blanket and immediately fell asleep — unlike earlier that night, when she’d been tossing and turning. This time, she was out like a light.

She slept straight through to the morning, feeling refreshed.

If it weren’t for her phone alarm blaring next to the pillow, she might’ve woken up naturally — something she hadn’t done in a long time.

Reaching over, Qiao Sijin silenced the alarm without opening her eyes, her fingers skillfully swiping it off.

Something felt… off.

Why was her arm so numb? And her other hand — no matter how hard she tried — she couldn’t move it.

Frowning, she opened her eyes and saw herself entangled in an incredibly ambiguous position, hugging Fu Qingyun tightly in her sleep.

If it weren’t for her professional training as an actress, Qiao Sijin would’ve kicked Fu Qingyun out of bed then and there. But she held it in.

Mainly because her legs were pinned and not obeying her commands!

Fu Qingyun looked completely at peace, clearly free of worry, breathing gently in her sleep. It was infuriating.

“Wake up, you lazy thing!”

“I’ve got to go to work… Don’t you?”

Qiao Sijin could still take her time getting ready because there was no way the paparazzi would know she was at Fu Qingyun’s house. She’d even texted Li Ke last night from the car to come pick her up.

So she’d safely make it to the set.

“I do… but I pushed it back.”

Such straightforward flirtation — Qiao Sijin was a bit taken aback. Aside from finding it a little cheesy, the main issue was… this just wasn’t the Fu Qingyun she used to know.

“You’re just slacking off, aren’t you? Don’t let my issues affect your work. And don’t expect me to put my work aside for you either.”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

Love could be a nice bonus in life — but it could never be her top priority. Fu Qingyun had purposely postponed her morning meetings, only to be greeted by Qiao Sijin’s scolding.

“Yes. I understand.”

As if she’d already expected it, Fu Qingyun’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She closed them again, ignoring Qiao Sijin’s “lecture.”

“What the hell… You’re not even listening, are you? In one ear, out the other?”

Qiao Sijin pinched Fu Qingyun’s earlobe and gave it a good rub. It quickly turned bright red.

“Mm… mm.”

That’s it? Just “mm”?

Unbelievable.

Where was that big emotional promise from last night? Don’t tell her Fu Qingyun had already forgotten it after one night’s sleep?

Grinding her teeth, Qiao Sijin leaned over and bit Fu Qingyun’s neck — not too hard, but definitely enough to leave a mark.

“Good morning, Sijin… Want to have breakfast before you go?”

“I asked the housekeeper to prepare it.”

There was always a housekeeper at the villa working regular hours. But… thinking Qiao Sijin might leave early today, Fu Qingyun had paid extra to have her come in earlier.