Got a Happy Ending With My Ex’s Sister? (GL) - Chapter 8: Fox

Chapter 8: Fox

Shi Huan’s lips curved, a hint of a smile mixed with a touch of grievance in her eyes. Her voice was soft, meant only for Tang Yiqiu.

“I’ll really like you forever.”

Tang Yiqiu’s brow furrowed slightly. “Let me help you up.”

As Shi Huan stood, her legs, numb from the cold, gave way, and she stumbled. Luckily, Tang Yiqiu caught her by the waist. “Can’t walk?”

“My legs have no feeling.” Shi Huan shivered, burrowing into her arms. “Teacher Tang, can you carry me? Like a princess carry?”

Tang Yiqiu’s hand, about to pull away, trembled. Seeing her troubled look, Shi Huan grinned. “Just kidding! It’s winter, you’re wearing so much, you couldn’t lift me.”

Tang Yiqiu’s grip tightened. “Let’s go inside.”

No princess carry, a bit of a shame, but Shi Huan didn’t miss her chance to take advantage, leaning into Tang Yiqiu’s embrace, clinging tightly, her face brushing against her chest.

Before, Tang Yiqiu would’ve pushed her away and shot her a cold glare. Now, she even looked down with concern.

This warmth made Shi Huan reluctant to move, feeling the scene was worth it. She’d do ten more like it!

Only when they left the set did Wen Jing realize they’d finished filming. When Tang Yiqiu stepped in, everyone thought it was an added scene, and no one dared interrupt.

Wen Jing took Shi Huan from Tang Yiqiu’s arms, draping a blanket over her legs, asking urgently, “Are you okay anywhere?”

Her body was fine, but her heart was a bit unsatisfied. She glanced at Tang Yiqiu, about to say something, when Chen Ling approached. “How do you feel? Have the set doctor check you later. Don’t get frostbite.”

Shi Huan nodded obediently.

Chen Ling admired dedicated actors, but he’d never seen one as tough as her. He grew fonder of Shi Huan. “You’ve got talent, strong in the climax. Your early acting needs work, though. Practice more with Tang Yiqiu; it’ll help a lot.”

After checking on her, Chen Ling turned to Tang Yiqiu. “Your acting’s flawless, but loosen up. Don’t be a statue after filming. Guide your partner, especially Shi Huan.”

Shi Huan winked at Tang Yiqiu, signaling she heard and could rehearse together.

Chen Ling added, “No scolding today. Tomorrow’s New Year’s Day. If we shoot smoothly, we’ll wrap early, and I’ll treat you to hotpot.”

The crew had been so busy, no one noticed the year’s end until Chen Ling mentioned it. Shi Huan perked up. “I’ll work hard! Teacher Tang, you going?”

Tang Yiqiu nodded. Shi Huan then noticed Tang Yiqiu wore only a sweater; the down jacket was on her.

“Teacher Tang, get inside, don’t catch a cold.”

Tang Yiqiu didn’t move, waiting until the set doctor arrived before stepping aside, lingering by the door.

The doctor examined Shi Huan. “No big issues, some frostbite. Apply cream later and keep warm.”

“Got it, thanks, doctor.”

Shi Huan held the cream. As Wen Jing approached to help, Shi Huan said, “Jingjing, I’m freezing. Can you grab a heater?”

Tang Yiqiu chimed in, “My lounge has one. Ask Chang Qing for it.”

“Huh?” Wen Jing, confirming it was Tang Yiqiu, thanked her profusely and dashed off.

Alone in the lounge, Shi Huan propped her chin, calling out, “Scared I’ll eat you? Standing by the door like that.”

Tang Yiqiu stepped inside. “No.”

Shi Huan handed her the cream. “Teacher Tang, I’m so cold, my hands are stiff. Can you help me apply it?”

She lifted the blanket, revealing long, fair legs that could pass for a runway model’s.

Very seductive.

As if unaware, she tapped her ankle, then her calf, moving upward… Tang Yiqiu grabbed her hand.

“It hurts here, there too, more than when I miss you. Teacher Tang, help me, as a reward for my filming, okay?”

Others might miss the desire, but Tang Yiqiu, who’d done intimate scenes with her, caught it. Her deep eyes darkened.

She took the cream, crouching down, dabbing a bit on Shi Huan’s ankle. Head lowered, her expression was unclear. Shi Huan let out a deliberate “hiss” to get her attention. “Teacher Tang, your hands are so cold.”

They weren’t. Tang Yiqiu’s fingers were cool but gentle, rubbing softly, tucking the blanket tightly to block any cold air.

Shi Huan felt ticklish, then scalded, her whole body buzzing with energy.

Tang Yiqiu, focused on the task, didn’t notice until Shi Huan teased with her leg, nearly losing control. She looked up, scolding, “Stop being flirty.”

“Hmph, so strict.”

Strict, but sweet. Tang Yiqiu kept applying the cream, covering every visible spot, then fetched velvet pants, handing them over before turning away quickly.

Her evasive demeanor screamed upright gentleman, while Shi Huan was the fox ready to ruin her. Shi Huan dressed, thinking if she were an ancient demon, she’d boldly pin Tang Yiqiu down, draining every bit of her essence.

“The medicine’s not done.” Shi Huan hinted. “Didn’t you promise on WeChat? Why go back on your word?”

Tang Yiqiu’s voice was hoarse. “In your pocket.”

Shi Huan was wearing Tang Yiqiu’s down jacket. She reached in, pulling out a small tube of cream.

Glancing at the first two words, her face flushed. This—this was that kind of cream?

Did Tang Yiqiu carry this around? Even during filming? How could she…

Tang Yiqiu, expressionless, capped the frostbite cream and handed it back. “If you… want to use it, you can.”

Use it for what? They didn’t sleep together!

She wasn’t a pervert!

Holding both creams, Shi Huan felt cornered. She stuffed them in her pocket. “Actually, that night you were just restless, moving around. You didn’t do anything. I lied.”

She glanced at Tang Yiqiu, hoping to catch her embarrassed reaction. Instead, Tang Yiqiu just looked at her faintly. “I know.”

“You know?” Shi Huan was stunned. “How?”

“I remembered.” Tang Yiqiu said, “Put your clothes on. They’re coming back.”

So, she knew Shi Huan was lying and played along?

Shi Huan always found sweetness in Tang Yiqiu’s simple words, pressing, “Teacher Tang, you didn’t call me out. Is it because you feel for me? Deep down, you’re really soft on me?”

“No.” Tang Yiqiu was as cold as ever.

Shi Huan didn’t buy it, happily dressing. Wen Jing returned with the heater, followed by Chang Qing and Ye Rong.

Chang Qing handed Tang Yiqiu her jacket, lecturing her briefly. Tang Yiqiu hummed, putting it on.

Ye Rong walked in, sitting beside Shi Huan, her gaze as piercing as their first meeting. “How come I haven’t seen you on screen? What have you acted in?”

Shi Huan sat up straight. “Mostly idol dramas, playing third or fourth leads. This is my first lead role.”

“No wonder. Your company’s got you positioned wrong.” Ye Rong nodded, then asked, “First time working with Qiuqiu?”

Shi Huan nodded. Ye Rong continued, “Few can keep up with her. Most actors get outshined. Your acting’s solid, great intensity, and you sync well with her.”

Smart people spoke like this—praising acting while planting traps. Shi Huan smiled. “It’s thanks to Director Chen and Teacher Tang’s guidance. I still struggle to keep up.”

“Want to struggle less?”

Shi Huan froze, unsure of her meaning.

Ye Rong said, “You’re with ‘Yizhong,’ right? They’re pushing your peer, Tao Ziyan, using you as a stepping stone, even taking roles that paint you as a mistress?”

Shi Huan and Tao Ziyan’s feud was viral online; most of the crew knew. Ye Rong’s question made the air tense, everyone gossiping toward Shi Huan.

Shi Huan was annoyed but too awkward to respond, managing only a dry “That’s not true” without smiling.

Tang Yiqiu spoke up. “Don’t ask what you shouldn’t.”

“What’s the rush? I’m having a nice chat with Miss Shi.” Ye Rong turned back to Shi Huan. “How many years is your contract with the company?”

“Ye Rong!” Tang Yiqiu’s gaze was deep, warning. Everyone was startled, even Ye Rong, who froze, her eyes cooling before she left with a tight face.

Tang Yiqiu glanced at Shi Huan silently, then followed Ye Rong out. Shi Huan was dazed, feeling Tang Yiqiu was defending her, yet those brown eyes hid unfathomable secrets.

Wen Jing, lingering nearby, tugged her sleeve. “What’s with those two big shots? I’m so confused.”

Shi Huan wasn’t sure either, clenching her fingers tightly.

In Tang Yiqiu’s lounge, a storm was brewing. Ye Rong sat at the vanity, calling someone to check Shi Huan’s contract.

Tang Yiqiu’s face was grim. She stepped closer, asking, “What’s your game?”

Ye Rong raised a brow. “That girl’s got talent. With some guidance, she could be as good as you, maybe the next big star.”

She continued, “Seen today’s trends? The internet’s slamming Shi Huan as a mistress. You know the story better than I do, right? If this keeps up, her image is set. No matter how good her acting, what’s the point? Can it clear her name?”

That’s showbiz—talent means nothing if marketing accounts spin a narrative with a few “proofs.” Without timely damage control, you’re done for life.

Even if Shi Huan’s show blows up, she’ll still be the internet’s mistress, always seen through biased lenses.

Ye Rong asked, “Don’t you want her cleared?”

Tang Yiqiu’s brow creased. She scrolled Weibo, her frown deepening, but her award-winning poise made it hard to tell if she cared for Shi Huan or was mad at Ye Rong.

After a pause, she set her phone down. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing much.” Ye Rong kept scrolling, asking Chang Qing to print the contract. Alone with Tang Yiqiu, she said earnestly, with determination, “I’m signing Shi Huan.”