Hi, Wifey! [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 20

When Cheng Wanyu suggested, “Should we go to sleep?”, Fu Xia’s heart was in turmoil.

She had shared a bed with other girls before—sometimes even squeezing in with Zhou Wen when rooms were tight—but never had she felt this nervous.

It was two or three in the morning, the city deep in slumber, the daytime clamor now hushed. Lying in bed, Fu Xia could hear nothing but her own heartbeat. She curled on her side, pressing a hand to her chest, her face half-buried in the sheets.

What was happening?

Nervous sweat dampened her skin, her pulse racing so loudly it seemed to echo through the dark room, drowning out everything but the hum of the air conditioner.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound pounded against her eardrums, leaving her whole body tense.

Then, suddenly, she felt Cheng Wanyu shift slightly beside her. Fu Xia stiffened, glancing back—but in the darkness, she could barely make out the faint outline of the other girl lying beside her.

Tired of clinging to the edge, Fu Xia tried to lie flat—only to feel herself sliding toward the center of the bed.

The hotel’s latex mattress was incredibly soft. She’d noticed it when sleeping alone—how it cradled her, pulling her toward the middle, as if she were floating on a cloud.

But she hadn’t expected the same thing to happen with two people.

Is this… the fun of being an adult?

Fu Xia propped herself up weakly. Just sharing a bed with Cheng Wanyu was nerve-wracking enough—why did the mattress have to make it worse?

As she fidgeted, Cheng Wanyu’s voice cut through the dark. “Still awake?”

Fu Xia froze. After a long pause, she mumbled, “Mm,” then added in a whisper, “The bed’s too soft. I can’t settle in.”

Cheng Wanyu replied, “Isn’t this the same mattress in all the hotel suites?”

Fu Xia nodded. “But yours feels different from mine somehow.”

A soft chuckle escaped Cheng Wanyu, making Fu Xia’s face burn with embarrassment. Even she knew how ridiculous that sounded.

Perhaps sensing her tension, Cheng Wanyu asked calmly, “Are you scared about what happened today?”

Fu Xia clutched the blanket. “A little. If we hadn’t gone out for supper… would that person have broken into my room?”

Cheng Wanyu reached under the covers, her fingers closing around Fu Xia’s hand. “You’d already locked the door. He couldn’t have gotten in.”

The warmth of Cheng Wanyu’s touch soothed her. The earlier fear and tension melted away, replaced by a comforting heat. It had been so long since Fu Xia had felt this kind of closeness.

Is this how warm a person’s touch can be?

Exhaustion soon pulled her under. Cheng Wanyu spoke a few more words, but when no reply came, she turned her head to see Fu Xia sleeping peacefully beside her.

Fu Xia’s features were delicate, even without makeup—her small nose, pink lips, and faint brows barely visible in the dark. Yet Cheng Wanyu still found her sleeping face unbearably sweet.

She slowly reached out and touched the stray strands of hair on Fu Xia’s forehead, eliciting a soft, muffled hum from her. The tender nasal sound was utterly adorable.

Cheng Wanyu lifted the blanket and moved closer. She could feel Fu Xia’s breath—warm and steady—and knew that only a few centimeters separated them. One more step, and she could kiss the person before her.

Was this too bold?

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Cheng Wanyu gazed at Fu Xia, who lay so close, and sighed softly. In the end, she did nothing and simply lay back down.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, holding Fu Xia’s hand beneath the covers. “Sweet dreams…”

The next morning, Cheng Wanyu woke up early as usual. Even though she had barely slept until two or three in the morning, she still rose at seven on the dot.

After ordering breakfast and coffee, she sat in the living room, eating while handling the messages Guan Junwen had sent her first thing in the morning. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city gradually came to life, and she couldn’t help but take a few extra glances.

Just as she was immersed in the morning scenery, a loud bang erupted from the bedroom—something that sounded like an explosion—startling her.

She dropped what she was holding and rushed into the bedroom, only to find no explosion. Instead, the bed was empty.

Not just empty of people, but even the blankets were gone, leaving only two pillows behind.

Cheng Wanyu: “……?”

Then, she saw a hand emerge from the opposite side of the bed, followed by Fu Xia—her hair a mess, still wrapped in the blanket—crawling on the floor while clutching her head, looking utterly dazed.

After a long silence, Cheng Wanyu asked, “Did you fall off the bed?”

Fu Xia winced in pain, still holding her head. “Me?”

Cheng Wanyu thought to herself, You were the only one sleeping in the bedroom—who else could it be?

Seeing Fu Xia tangled in the blanket and nursing her head, Cheng Wanyu circled the bed to check on her and noticed a red mark on her forehead—likely from hitting the nightstand during the fall.

Kneeling down, she cupped Fu Xia’s face and examined the reddened spot. “Does it hurt?”

Fu Xia’s eyes welled up pitifully. “It does…”

Leading her to the living room, Cheng Wanyu had the front desk send up a first-aid kit and carefully cleaned the wound on Fu Xia’s forehead. Though the commotion had been loud, thankfully, the skin wasn’t broken.

“It might bruise,” Cheng Wanyu said as she applied ointment. “It’s hard to tell right now. Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Fu Xia groaned dramatically and shook her head at the mention of the hospital. “No, no way. I’d rather die than go.”

As Fu Xia fidgeted, Cheng Wanyu firmly grasped her chin and fixed her with a stern look. “Stop moving. I’m treating you.”

Fu Xia stared straight at Cheng Wanyu, recalling how they had slept together the night before, and her ears flushed red. Fortunately, she was already such a mess that Cheng Wanyu didn’t notice.

Meanwhile.

Down the hallway, the elevator dinged as its doors slid open. Zhou Wen stepped out, pulling her luggage behind her. She first checked Fu Xia’s original room—left untouched since everyone had departed the night before—and frowned at the sight of the chaotic mess left behind.

Although this hotel wasn’t the resort type, it was still a five-star establishment. How could something like this happen?

Just as she was about to take out her phone to call Fu Xia and ask which room she was staying in, she heard Fu Xia’s voice coming from the slightly ajar door next door.

“Ouch, can you be gentler?” Fu Xia’s voice carried through.

Zhou Wen paused her call and, as if drawn by some unseen force, moved closer.

Cheng Wanyu’s tone was tender as she softly asked, “Were you scared last night?”

Fu Xia gave a small hum and whispered, “I was really scared.”

Cheng Wanyu replied, “It’s always like this the first time.”

Fu Xia sighed. “I didn’t fall asleep until two or three in the morning. It was exhausting.”

Cheng Wanyu chuckled, then after a long pause, asked, “Does it still hurt?”

Fu Xia answered in a soft, almost coquettish tone, “It does.”

The way she spoke made Zhou Wen’s brow furrow. She kicked the door open and saw Fu Xia wrapped in a blanket on the sofa while Cheng Wanyu was applying… medicine with a cotton swab?

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Fu Xia looked up at Zhou Wen in surprise. “Sister Zhou Wen, why are you here so early?”

Zhou Wen took in their ‘disheveled’ state and said accusingly, “Look what you’ve done.”

Fu Xia: “?”

What had she done?

By the time Fu Xia changed and came out, Zhou Wen had just finished a call. She gave Fu Xia a strange look, scanning her up and down before her gaze settled on the red mark on her forehead.

“What happened?” Zhou Wen asked.

Fu Xia touched the spot on her forehead and winced. “I fell off the bed.”

Zhou Wen pressed her lips together and leaned in, muttering, “You two went at it pretty hard, huh?”

Fu Xia: “Huh?”

Zhou Wen continued, “Besides your forehead, did you hurt anywhere else?”

Fu Xia thought for a moment. “My back hurts a bit too.” Probably from hitting something when she fell.

Zhou Wen’s face darkened.

Afraid Zhou Wen might think she was making excuses to skip work, Fu Xia quickly waved her hands. “It’s fine, I can still work today.”

“Forget it,” Zhou Wen said sternly. “In your condition? You’ve already messed up your face and still want to work? I’ve already asked for leave on your behalf. Stay in the hotel today and don’t go anywhere.”

She patted the suitcase beside her. “I’ve made arrangements at home. Starting today, I’m moving in with you, so you won’t keep losing things or getting into accidents.”

Fu Xia looked at the silver suitcase and felt the days ahead would be particularly trying.

Meanwhile, at the film set, Cheng Wanyu fiddled with her phone while getting her makeup done. She opened Fu Xia’s chat profile, closed it, opened it again, then finally said nothing.

Zhou Wen was her assistant after all. Though she seemed strict, she probably wouldn’t lay a hand on Fu Xia, right?

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the other actors bustling about with their makeup. Among them was Fang Chushi, his hand wrapped in thick bandages as he gestured seriously to the makeup artist.

Fang Chushi had a scene today where his character, due to work reasons, had to leave the city with his luggage. He wanted to bid farewell to Fu Xia but couldn’t muster the courage to say what he truly felt, leaving the city with only his suitcase, his longing, and unspoken admiration for Fu Xia—a perfect conclusion.

After finishing this scene, Fang Chushi completely left the film crew. Although everyone had mixed opinions about him, they still treated him politely since he was about to depart.

“What? Teacher Fu Xia’s room was burglarized last night?” Fang Chushi’s eyes sparkled with surprise as he looked at the artist speaking to him. “Is she alright? I wonder if we can still go for dinner tonight.”