Got a Happy Ending With My Ex’s Sister? (GL) - Chapter 25: Snowfield

Chapter 25: Snowfield

When filming again, Tang Yiqiu indeed wore less clothing. She had a black coat on the outside and just a thin shirt underneath. To make her figure appear more delicate, Chen Ling also asked Tang Yiqiu to tuck her hair behind her ears.

Her slender, fair neck faced the cold wind, feeling chilly.

Qin Zhiyan walked at the end of the road, watching Ji Yuan come out of the movie theater with her blind date, walking home along the street. The two were talking and laughing all the way, and in a daze, Qin Zhiyan followed them.

She followed all the way to the Ji family’s doorstep. Ji Yuan stopped to arrange the next meeting with her date, and they exchanged contact information.

The night should have been dark and heavy, but suddenly it began to snow heavily, turning everything white and bright, reflecting the surroundings clearly. Qin Zhiyan stood under a tree in the neighborhood, the bare branches almost breaking under the weight of the snow.

Ji Yuan sensed something and went upstairs to the balcony to look down. Suddenly, she saw a tiny spark, only seeing a hand but not the face.

That person was holding their arms, smoking slowly, not with the urgency of a chain smoker but in a leisurely way, as if filled with sorrow or casually venting frustration.

The quiet, cold night had few passersby. Ji Yuan stretched her neck, hands gripping the railing, struggling to see the person below.

She couldn’t see the white smoke, only the spark of the cigarette, but that tiny spark burned a hole through her heart.

Ji Yuan was absolutely certain the person under the tree was Qin Zhiyan.

Just as she let go to rush downstairs, her father called from inside, “Dinner!” In the moment she turned, the spark under the tree vanished, and the darkness swallowed all light.

The fire in her heart cooled with the snow, but at the entrance, Ji Yuan couldn’t help looking back. Maybe, just maybe, the person was still there.

On such a cold day, coming to see her must mean they missed her. That person had kissed her today, clearly moved by emotion. If she went down, they might confess to her.

Ji Yuan was touched by her own imagination. She ran downstairs and, sure enough, saw someone under the tree. Qin Zhiyan was lighting a cigarette, her thumb flicking the metal wheel. The moment their eyes met, her fingers quickly pulled back.

They stood in silence until Ji Yuan spoke first, lifting her chin. “Aren’t you a good student? Why did you start smoking?”

She remembered back in school, Qin Zhiyan was the model student praised by teachers, the student council president in high school. Ji Yuan, on the other hand, was the opposite, always acting rebellious, hanging out with a group of delinquent girls.

Once, a delinquent girl offered her a cigarette. Before Ji Yuan could take it, Qin Zhiyan saw her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her away. She told the teacher, got her points deducted, and even told her parents she wasn’t behaving well when they got home.

Ji Yuan got a harsh scolding and went to confront Qin Zhiyan angrily. Qin Zhiyan looked at her with disdain. “Study hard. What does smoking make you look like?”

Now, what did she look like?

Qin Zhiyan put the lighter back in her pocket and snapped the cigarette in half with her other hand. Her voice, hoarse from the cold, said, “I don’t usually smoke.”

“Oh,” Ji Yuan said. “But you still smoked.”

Qin Zhiyan didn’t respond. Ji Yuan continued, “I remember it was snowing that time too. My mom pinned me to the ground and hit me. Now it’s snowing again.”

Qin Zhiyan nodded, shifting her stance. She took a step forward, but Ji Yuan’s parents called from upstairs again, breaking the moment. Qin Zhiyan stopped in her tracks.

Ji Yuan sniffed. “I’m going to eat.”

She didn’t turn to leave right away, waiting for Qin Zhiyan to take another step toward her. If she did, Ji Yuan would have the courage to defy her fears and run a hundred steps without gasping.

But even as she turned to leave, Qin Zhiyan didn’t try to stop her. The more Ji Yuan thought about it, the sadder she felt, her nose stinging. “If you don’t like me, don’t come. I can’t help overthinking. I like you too much.”

Her eyes reddened. “I think she’s pretty suitable for me. She can go eat with me, watch movies with me, walk me home. I don’t have to care about anyone’s stares. She’s perfect for marriage.”

The word “marriage” was heavy. For a moment, Shi Huan imagined herself in the future, with a future Tang Yiqiu. “The person I marry won’t be you, but it could be anyone.”

Tears suddenly rolled from her usually smiling eyes. Shi Huan wiped them away. “I’m really afraid of pain. Don’t come back. I’ll seriously, seriously try to forget you.”

Even the toughest person can be moved. The usually cold and composed Qin Zhiyan suddenly grabbed her with force. Tang Yiqiu pulled Shi Huan into a dark corner under the tree, gritting her teeth. “She’s not right for you.”

That long-lost feeling surged in Shi Huan’s heart. She struggled to break free, but after two tries, she let Tang Yiqiu hold her. This person was so cold—she didn’t know how long she’d been standing in the snow. Shi Huan felt heartbroken.

The breath behind her was warm, smoky, and scorching, landing on Shi Huan’s neck, followed by an urgent bite. “Don’t go.”

Tang Yiqiu’s embrace gradually warmed. She bit recklessly. Shi Huan wanted to pull away but was addicted, yet Tang Yiqiu held her tightly, pinning her against the tree trunk.

A simple kiss moved from her ear to her neck, then lower… The cold lips grew hotter, especially when they touched her skin.

“Mm, Tang…”

The next second, Tang Yiqiu covered her mouth with her hand, her sharp gaze warning her to stay quiet. Shi Huan instinctively resisted, but Tang Yiqiu’s fingers tightened, domineeringly pulling her closer as if to meld her into her body.

Shi Huan remembered then—it was always like this with Tang Yiqiu. In front of her, she was like a fish on a cutting board. Any invitation or seduction was just a struggle before being gutted. Tang Yiqiu was inherently aggressive.

Until her thick clothes were lifted.

Shi Huan’s voice trembled with tears. “I’m so cold.”

“Not cold,” Tang Yiqiu said, leaning down to kiss her.

Shi Huan closed her eyes, almost lost in it, tightly hugging Tang Yiqiu.

“Cut! Cut! Cut!” Chen Ling banged the script, his abrupt voice snapping everyone out of the scene. Everyone turned to him.

“What’s wrong with you two, Shi Huan and Tang Yiqiu? Are you trying to have wild s3x or what? You’re already touching? Starting to undress?”

“I’ve said it how many times—neck and above! Neck and above! Is below the neck that exciting for you? Why cross the line?”

Shi Huan snapped back to reality, her body hitting the tree. Luckily, Tang Yiqiu reacted quickly, zipping her up.

“You…” Shi Huan glanced at Tang Yiqiu’s chest.

Tang Yiqiu quickly adjusted herself, covering the exposed parts. Once fully composed, the warmth faded, and she stepped away from Shi Huan. They turned, awkwardly facing dozens of eyes.

Chen Ling’s expression was complex. “What are you standing there for? Getting into character is normal, but staying in character too long is a problem. That’s it for today.”

Calling it “getting into character” eased the awkward atmosphere. The assistant director quickly smoothed things over. “Quick, bring clothes for the two teachers. It’s freezing out here—don’t let them catch a cold.”

Chang Qing and Wen Jing, quick on their feet, ran over. As they walked off set, Shi Huan didn’t feel much during filming, but now her face flushed. She quietly asked, “Jingjing, how was our scene just now?”

“Really good. If Director Chen hadn’t called cut, I think wild s3x wouldn’t have been an issue. It was bold, that’s all,” Wen Jing, in her early twenties, blushed at her own bluntness. “Really, it was perfect, natural, and flowing. If it kept going, it would’ve been great. The part where Teacher Tang bit you was too… too sexy.”

Shi Huan’s face grew redder. She tried to control her expression, saying seriously, “Don’t talk nonsense. Teacher Tang was just dedicated to the art!” But she couldn’t help whispering, “Was it really… sexy? What was Teacher Tang’s expression?”

“Her expression… let me think of a description.”

Shi Huan blinked. During the scene, she didn’t feel like she was acting—she was fully immersed, panicked, and sinking. She hadn’t had time to notice Tang Yiqiu’s expression, especially since Tang Yiqiu was holding her from behind.

Wen Jing said, “It was like restrained longing suddenly bursting out, then uncontrollable passion. Tang Yiqiu’s acting is incredible!”

“Is that so…” Shi Huan glanced at Tang Yiqiu, who was putting on a down jacket. The places Tang Yiqiu had touched still felt warm, as if she could still feel her hands and the heat they brought.

After a while, the assistant director called them over. Chen Ling cleared everyone out, leaving just her and Tang Yiqiu.

With familiar people, Shi Huan didn’t hold back, her eyes excitedly glancing at Tang Yiqiu, searching for a trace of lingering warmth.

But Tang Yiqiu was too good at hiding. Uncomfortable under her gaze, she pulled up her collar, back to her cold, unbreakable demeanor.

Shi Huan huffed softly and asked Chen Ling, “How was it? That scene was good, right? I passed in one take, didn’t I?”

Chen Ling nodded. “That scene was great, but…” He pointed at them. “You two brought too much personal emotion into it. You get what I mean. I don’t want to be too blunt.”

He was referring to their near “wild s3x” moment. It’s easy to control emotions during filming, but personal desires are harder to rein in.

Shi Huan glanced at Tang Yiqiu. Tang Yiqiu showed no expression, as if it wasn’t about her. How could she be so good at pretending?

Shi Huan ground her teeth and raised her hand. “Director Chen, I need to defend myself. I controlled myself well. It was Teacher Tang who seduced me!”

Tang Yiqiu turned her head, frowning. “I seduced you?”

Shi Huan tilted her neck. “Look, isn’t that your bite mark? It’s still there, isn’t it? My script didn’t have a biting scene. I suspect Teacher Tang added it!”

Seeing Tang Yiqiu’s face darken, she added confidently, “It was you adding to the script. I performed exceptionally well today!”

“You…”

“Was my performance bad?” Shi Huan asked her.

Tang Yiqiu couldn’t argue. Shi Huan’s acting was indeed good. That look in her eyes had truly unsettled her, or she wouldn’t have lost control. She closed her eyes briefly and said, “It was in my script. It’s not adding anything.”

Hearing her admit it, Shi Huan was thrilled, completely forgetting how she’d just accused Tang Yiqiu. She sidled up to her.

“Teacher Tang, praise me! I got a one-take pass too. If I keep working this hard, I’ll definitely make it big!”

Tang Yiqiu stepped back slightly, keeping her distance. Shi Huan wasn’t having it. “Don’t run so far. We still have a bed scene to shoot.”

Chen Ling, standing nearby, couldn’t take it anymore. He banged the script. “Do you think I’m blind? Shi Huan, tone it down. I just discussed with the assistant director—we’re moving the bed scene to later.”

“Why?” Shi Huan asked, confused. “Wasn’t it good just now? We got it in one take. I can keep the momentum and pin Teacher Tang to the bed, make her unable to get up.”

Chen Ling choked on his tea, spitting it out. “You think this is a fight? Pinning Tang Yiqiu to the bed? If you could control yourself, would you have almost been pinned into the snow by her just now?”

Pinned into the snow…

Shi Huan pursed her lips. Honestly, she wasn’t satisfied. The script had Ji Yuan pinning Tang Yiqiu, but during filming, she kept getting led by Tang Yiqiu. Just now was embarrassing.

She sneaked a glance at Tang Yiqiu, who was wiping her clothes with a tissue, probably splashed by Chen Ling’s tea. Sensing her gaze, Tang Yiqiu muttered, “Shameless.”

That provoked Shi Huan. She pleaded harder. “Director Chen, look, today’s perfect—weather, place, everything. We won’t get snow this big next time!”

Chen Ling remained unmoved. She pointed at Tang Yiqiu. “Look, Teacher Tang wants to shoot too. She’s eavesdropping on us!”

Tang Yiqiu turned again. “When did I…”

“Enough, enough,” Chen Ling said. “Is that all you’re capable of? Pinning her to the bed and touching her a bit satisfies you? Can’t you have bigger ambitions? Think long-term—conquer her completely!”

Shi Huan’s eyes widened. “!”

She pouted pitifully. “I have that kind of ambition, but Tang Yiqiu won’t let the spring breeze in.”

Chen Ling said, “There’s a reason we’re not shooting now. A bed scene isn’t just about emotions. It needs desire without being vulgar, pain without being hurtful. If you shoot now, it’ll look like a porn film. Starting tomorrow, I’ll arrange time for you to practice. You can shoot when you can pin Tang Yiqiu down.”

Shi Huan’s eyes widened further. “!!!”

She couldn’t believe her ears. “Every day? Pinning her on the bed?”

“Anytime, anywhere. Pin her however you want.”

Tang Yiqiu cleared her throat. “Director Chen, I think…”

“You think Shi Huan can pin you down now?” Chen Ling said. “If she can, pin her now, and we’ll keep shooting after.”

Suddenly, Shi Huan didn’t want to shoot anymore. She counted on her fingers: shooting now meant one pinning session, but if they saved it for last, she could keep pinning Tang Yiqiu. That sounded way more fun.

Shi Huan switched tactics, standing by Chen Ling’s side. “Right! Director Chen’s right. We’re miles apart in strength. For a more realistic scene, we should dedicate ourselves to the art and practice pinning every day.”

Tang Yiqiu’s brows furrowed tightly, her gaze shifting between them for a long moment before she finally said, “Forget it,” and turned to leave.

“She’s mad?” Shi Huan lifted her leg to chase after her, but Chen Ling said quietly, “Have some backbone. What’s the point of teasing her? Spend that time studying the script. Give her the cold shoulder for a day or two, and she’ll come crawling to your bed.”

Shi Huan had a moment of clarity, like a lightbulb going off. He was right—blindly chasing was useless. Flirting was better with some skill.

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! When it came to flirting, Chen Ling was the master. Shi Huan felt inferior and silently gave him a thumbs-up.

But ignoring Tang Yiqiu? That was harder than climbing the sky. To Shi Huan, Tang Yiqiu was the sweetest flower in the world. She was like a bee, buzzing around her, obsessed with gathering her nectar.

After getting advice from Chen Ling, Shi Huan asked, “Director Chen, about that… the footage of me almost being pinned in the snow. Can I get a copy?”

Chen Ling slapped the script into her hand, glaring. “Tang Yiqiu was right—you really are shameless.” He then went to talk to the crew about the next scenes’ precautions.

What use was pride? Shi Huan looked at the script again, feeling like its plain white cover shimmered with golden light. She nodded firmly, no longer in a rush. She’d take her time.

Before, she always left with Tang Yiqiu. If she got the chance, she’d sit with her; if not, she’d have her nanny van follow Tang Yiqiu’s, never more than ten meters behind.

Shi Huan thought about leaving without saying goodbye, but how could she make that call? She hummed and circled around Tang Yiqiu.

Tang Yiqiu was looking down at her phone, probably unaware of her. So Shi Huan circled a few more times, almost making herself dizzy, until Tang Yiqiu finally looked up, staring at her coldly. “Something wrong?”

Shi Huan pursed her lips, gave her a cold huff, twisted her waist, and scampered off, deliberately slamming the car door with a loud bang.

“What’s up? Is Huanhuan mad?” Chang Qing, watching the scene, was puzzled. “She’s not leaving with us? Didn’t she say her car was too full to sit in? Did they have a fight?”

“No idea,” Tang Yiqiu said, her brows furrowing deeper. She should be the one mad. She asked, “What does it mean if your right eye twitches?”

“Bad luck, probably,” Chang Qing said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Tang Yiqiu looked away, pressing her eyelid.

With the New Year approaching, she’d have to guard against fire, theft, and Shi Huan.

…

Shi Huan, who left first in the car, felt her heart frying in oil. She kept turning to look back, nearly twisting her neck off, but saw no sign of Tang Yiqiu’s car.

She flipped through the script from start to finish. It was written that Ji Yuan grew more disheartened while Qin Zhiyan became clingier.

Ugh, she really wanted to see Teacher Tang being clingy. Shi Huan daydreamed happily.

When the car reached the hotel, Wen Jing noticed her increasingly cheeky smile and coughed. “Huanhuan, let’s head to the room. The company’s about to release a statement. It’ll be trouble if paparazzi catch us.”

“Fine.” Getting out, Shi Huan craned her neck to look but still didn’t see Tang Yiqiu. Disappointed, she returned to her room.

As soon as the door closed, Wen Jing rushed in with her phone. “Huanhuan, Huanhuan, look! The company posted a statement. Why’d they write it like that? This clarification is as good as none.”

The company’s statement was skillfully vague, downplaying the issue: due to unclear investigations and malicious media reposts, the two victims were misunderstood. Especially Shi Huan, whose life was severely impacted. They hoped netizens would stop causing secondary harm and focus on the artists’ work. It ended with “cherish what you have.”

Netizens weren’t buying it. “What’s this ‘two victims’ nonsense? Was she forced to be a mistress?” “First time hearing the mistress-is-innocent theory, lol.” “I bet Yizhong’s execs slept with the wild chicken.” “Wild chicken, how’s the bl00d bun taste?”

Of course, Tao Ziyan’s fans came back to life, shouting their idol was a victim too, sparking another online fight.

Shi Huan immediately took a screenshot to send to Tang Yiqiu.

At the chat window, she stopped herself. Always running to Tang Yiqiu made her seem too dumb. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, she asked Wen Jing, “Should Sister Li post on Weibo, or should I?”

Wen Jing scrolled through WeChat. “Hold on, Sister Li said the company called her for a meeting. She told us to wait. Why do I feel like something’s about to go wrong?”

Yizhong’s style was always like this—they prioritized their own interests. Wen Jing’s words woke Shi Huan up. She took Wen Jing’s phone and tentatively messaged Liang Junli: “Sister Li, Huanhuan’s ready to post on Weibo.”

Liang Junli was probably in a meeting and didn’t reply at first. Three minutes later, she sent a voice message. “Don’t let Huanhuan post on Weibo. We need to discuss this. I’ll send you the draft later.”

Discuss, my ass. Shi Huan had been burned once. Liang Junli was good to her, but she was on the company’s payroll and couldn’t disobey their orders.

Adults lean toward money over emotions, choosing to protect their own interests. Shi Huan was the same. She had three years left on her Yizhong contract. Following their orders meant death.

She’d already been fooled once and learned her lesson. This was a rare chance Tang Yiqiu had fought for her. If she didn’t seize it, she’d be an idiot.

She had two paths: oppose the company and make them wary of her, or obey and let them control her. Both were risky. Shi Huan bit her finger, made up her mind, and said, “Jingjing, I want to do something and need your help.”

Wen Jing looked puzzled. “What are you doing?”

“Just a small thing to buy some time.”

“You’re not acting rashly, are you?”

“Of course not. A gentleman uses words, not fists. I’m not that stupid. Quick, don’t tell Sister Li I’m done filming.”

“Alright.” Wen Jing sent Liang Junli a voice message. “Huanhuan’s still filming. I’ll talk to her when she’s done. Don’t worry, Sister Li.”

Using this time, Shi Huan quickly logged into Weibo, carefully reading her and Tang Yiqiu’s posts. She needed a reply that would slap faces but not offend the company.

A few minutes later.

Shi Huan V: Thanks to the company for clarifying. It’s been a year, and I’m grateful for everyone’s support. With the New Year coming, I don’t have much to give, so here’s a recipe: ‘Ten Ways to Cook Wild Chicken’. You deserve it~
[Image: Vomiting, so dirty.]

After posting, she took a deep breath. If she was tearing off the mask, so be it. Could it be worse than the year of being hated online? She tossed her phone onto the bed. “I’m going to shower. Handle Sister Li. If she scolds you, just say you didn’t know.”

The moment she put the phone down, it started buzzing like crazy. Wen Jing glanced and saw “Sister Li” flashing nonstop.

Wen Jing shouted, “Huanhuan!”

Liang Junli’s scolding voice was no joke. Even hiding in the bathroom, Shi Huan could hear it. For a whole hour, her ears ached. Hugging her arms and shrinking her neck, she kept comforting herself: the next three years would definitely be better!

When Wen Jing left, Shi Huan came out of the bathroom. She tried logging into Weibo, but Liang Junli had changed her account password.

She went to WeChat, too scared to open Liang Junli’s messages, and checked Tang Yiqiu’s instead. The internet was exploding, so Tang Yiqiu must know. She just wanted a little comfort, like Ji Yuan, something to keep her going.

But there was no message from Tang Yiqiu. She gritted her teeth, thinking: if Tang Yiqiu didn’t message her tonight with some comfort, she’d be like Ji Yuan and give her the cold shoulder forever.

Yet, no matter how many times Shi Huan checked WeChat, there was no message from Tang Yiqiu. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Fine, ignore me? I won’t care about you either, not even if you beg!

Just as she tossed her phone aside, the screen lit up with a message. But it only showed two words.