Transmigrated into the Film Empress Sister's Sugar Baby Alpha (GL) - Chapter 12
Lin Luosheng simply wouldn’t believe that the dress was willingly given by Ji Xiangyu.
Not to mention Ji Xiangyu’s detached and distant demeanor towards everyone, only juniors like herself, who had several interactions with Ji Xiangyu, could get close to her. She had never heard of Ji Xiangyu being close to any Alpha.
Due to her special circumstances, Ji Xiangyu avoided Alphas even more than Omegas. Forget about giving away a personal nightgown, there was rarely even a possibility of exchanging a few extra words outside of work.
Moreover, she knew Shen Yishu’s character. How could someone who loved to cause trouble at work be a good person?
Although Shen Yishu’s appearance was indeed excellent, her shell was empty, filled with malicious intent.
How could someone like Ji Xiangyu, who had seen through the entire entertainment industry, possibly be interested in Shen Yishu, who loved to play petty tricks?
Lin Luosheng neatly folded the dress and put it back in the paper bag. Her upbringing wouldn’t allow her to argue in the hallway while holding someone else’s personal clothing.
“You said Cousin sent it to you?” Lin Luosheng looked at her suspiciously, her eyes filled with the words “disbelief.”
“Mhm, you can ask Film Empress Ji,” Shen Yishu leaned against the cold wall and yawned, knowing her plans for a morning nap were ruined. She didn’t refute Lin Luosheng’s words. The original owner had wronged Lin Luosheng quite a bit, and saying more would only cement her image as a villain in Lin Luosheng’s mind.
Lin Luosheng found her reasoning plausible. She thoroughly distrusted Shen Yishu, but a hint of doubt also arose: she seemed to remember that last night, Ji Xiangyu had, intentionally or unintentionally, asked her a couple of questions about Shen Yishu.
She took out her phone from her pocket, intending to call Ji Xiangyu. As she scrolled through her contacts, she suddenly looked up sharply.
“Didn’t you say the dress was sent by Cousin?” Lin Luosheng stared intently at Shen Yishu, “Then you call Cousin.”
Lin Luosheng felt like a genius. Only a few people had Ji Xiangyu’s personal phone number. If they were close enough for Ji Xiangyu to send a dress, she surely wouldn’t lack her contact information.
Shen Yishu: …
She really didn’t.
She had planned to ask for it, but Ji Xiangyu’s words this morning were too overwhelming, and she completely forgot. Now, being cornered by Lin Luosheng at the door, she realized what a failure she was as a debtor.
She didn’t even have her creditor’s contact information; she wouldn’t know how to transfer money when the time came.
Seeing Shen Yishu’s expression, Lin Luosheng became even more convinced of her conjecture. She dialed Ji Xiangyu’s number and, with a completely different tone than before, said: “Cousin, did Shen Yishu just come from your place?”
Ji Xiangyu was in the refrigerator, taking out an estrus inhibitor, preparing to drink a bottle before calling her assistant, so she wouldn’t be discovered with her scent all around her. Her estrus period hadn’t completely passed, and previously, after taking inhibitors, she wouldn’t have any overflowing pheromone scent.
Perhaps Shen Yishu had only performed a shallow, temporary mark, or perhaps Shen Yishu had been subtly provoking her constantly. Since last night, her pheromones had started overflowing again, and by this morning, the scent was strong enough to cling to her clothes.
The inhibitor tasted like Chinese medicine that was ten times more bitter. Even though Ji Xiangyu had excellent endurance, she still frowned deeply, enduring the protest from her taste buds to swallow it. She couldn’t drink the sweet-tasting inhibitors on the market; the bitterness couldn’t be suppressed, and tricking her taste buds wouldn’t trick her throat. The sweet bitterness in the aftertaste was even more nauseating.
She placed her phone on the bar, on speakerphone, and slowly swallowed a small sip of water to suppress the bitterness, then hummed in response to Lin Luosheng’s words.
“Cousin, check if she stole anything from you?” Lin Luosheng vigilantly stared at Shen Yishu, already having decided in her mind that Shen Yishu was a pervert who stole pretty little Omega dresses.
“Hm?” Ji Xiangyu reacted for a few seconds. “Are you talking about that dress?”
Lin Luosheng: “…Yes.”
Ji Xiangyu’s expression didn’t change. She took another sip of water before slowly speaking: “I gave it to her.”
Lin Luosheng asked indignantly, “Why?”
Ji Xiangyu’s lips curved into a smile as she gracefully drank the last bit of water from the glass: “Children shouldn’t ask too many questions.”
Lin Luosheng: …
She instantly understood why Shen Yishu had such a strong rosemary scent. Such a concentration couldn’t be achieved with just brief contact; the only explanation was that they had spent the night together in the same room.
“Push my WeChat to her, Ah Sheng, be good, come up and chat with me later,” Ji Xiangyu heard the displeasure in Lin Luosheng’s voice and coaxed softly.
She knew that Lin Luosheng and Shen Yishu had friction, so Lin Luosheng must feel extremely wronged, as if her trusted cousin had defected to another camp.
“Understood, Cousin.”
Lin Luosheng pouted and hung up the phone. She handed the bag to Shen Yishu, whose lips were curved upwards, then glared at her, and looked down to find Shen Yishu’s WeChat in her contacts, pushing it to Ji Xiangyu.
Shen Yishu took the bag, feeling a chill down her spine.
She had meticulously avoided making enemies with Lin Luosheng and diligently tried to clear her name. But now, it seemed Lin Luosheng disliked her even more.
“I’m warning you, if you dare to reveal my cousin’s secret, or treat her badly, I’ll call Zheng… I’ll get someone to deal with you!” Lin Luosheng glared fiercely at her again, then walked haughtily towards the elevator door, ready to go find Ji Xiangyu.
Shen Yishu stood still for two seconds.
She didn’t pull out her room card. Instead, she replayed Ji Xiangyu’s soft coaxing words to Lin Luosheng in her mind.
Tsk, Film Empress Ji’s unknown gentle side.
Shen Yishu swiped her card and entered the room.
Today’s scenes were concentrated in the evening. The weather forecast showed no clouds tonight, and there would be a full, bright moon. No special effects could beat real scenery, so the director, with a grand gesture, planned to film Zhou Yi and Li Jin drinking under the moon tonight, secretly pledging their love to each other.
Zhou Yi was intelligent and talented, her actions logical and rigorous, but when it came to Li Jin, she completely lost her composure, completely devoid of rationality. In internet slang, she was a pure “love brain.”
Perhaps the more “love-brained” one was, the more sincerely one invested, the more precious their eventual realization. Those who betrayed true feelings would swallow a thousand needles, which made torturing Li Jin all the more satisfying. There’s a saying, “A prodigal son’s return is worth more than gold,” but a prodigal son’s actions harm others, while a love brain only harms themselves.
In today’s scene, Li Jin, after drinking, became addicted and clung to Zhou Yi, demanding a kiss. In ancient times, unmarried women could barely meet their future wives, let alone have physical contact.
But Zhou Yi was a level ten “love brain,” so she agreed.
Shen Yishu read through the script once while sitting on the bed, and when she closed it, she couldn’t help but sigh.
Who came up with the idea to have a high-cold beauty like Ji Xiangyu play a “love brain”?
And, will today’s kissing scene be a real kiss?
The original owner’s first kiss was gone, but her own first kiss was still intact!