What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Cun Cun, I’m Jealous

The crew moved quickly, and the scene was soon ready.

Song Cun stood in front of the camera. They hadn’t even started filming yet, but his face was already flushed.

The director, watching at the monitor, couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Yes, yes! A blushing youth beats everything else. That’s exactly the feeling we want!”

The assistant director chimed in,

“He’s really a good actor. Just like that, he’s totally in character.”

But this blushing youth wasn’t thinking about the scene at all.

Because of the camera angle, Song Cun couldn’t see Qi Yan. But perhaps it was exactly that—the not seeing—that made him want to imagine what kind of expression Qi Yan had right now.

“Xiao Xu, move a little closer to Xiao Song—yep, just like that!”

“Xiao Song, recall the video I sent you last night. Try to remember the feeling of a kiss.”

The feeling of a kiss…

Song Cun’s mind went blank. He couldn’t remember those messy clips from last night at all. Instead, what played on a loop in his mind were the images of him and Qi Yan kissing.

“Cut—”

“That take was great, everyone. Good work!”

The director called it a wrap, satisfied.

This time, it was truly the end of filming. The crew burst into cheerful applause.

Song Cun looked past the crowd toward a certain direction, only to find that Qi Yan was no longer there.

A strange emptiness rose in his chest, mixed with a kind of unease he couldn’t explain.

He instinctively wanted to look for the figure that had vanished—but then suddenly froze.

What was he doing? Why was he trying to find him? Why did he care what Qi Yan thought?

While he stood there lost in thought, someone suddenly clapped him on the shoulder.

He turned around to see the director beaming at him.

“Kid, did you spend all night studying kiss scenes? Your intuition’s great—putting it into practice right away.”

Song Cun gave the director a polite smile. Truthfully, he hadn’t watched much last night—he’d just blacked out and collapsed onto the bed.

As for “putting it into practice”…

Well, it was mostly because someone had been a very good teacher.

Wait a minute!

If Qi Yan was so good at kissing… did he learn it from someone else?!

That thought made Song Cun feel an inexplicable sourness in his chest.

He had a sudden urge to question Qi Yan face-to-face. But then he remembered—what right did he have to ask? They had agreed not to interfere in each other’s business.

The director was still chatting idly. Song Cun absentmindedly nodded along, until Chen Jie suddenly appeared out of nowhere and smoothly stepped in to exchange a few pleasantries, then pulled Song Cun away.

After changing into his own clothes in the makeup room, Song Cun had just stepped outside when Chen Jie leaned in mysteriously and whispered,

“Cun-ge, President Qi is waiting for you in the parking lot. I’ve got stuff to do, so I won’t be taking you back.”

Before Song Cun could react, a baseball cap was pulled down over his head, followed by a pair of sunglasses shoved onto his face.

“Careful not to let any paparazzi recognize you. I’m off now. Bye-bye, Cun-ge!”

Song Cun stood there frozen for a few seconds and suddenly felt like he was in a drama where the main character’s loyal follower had been bought off.

Wait a minute—just one day and Qi Yan already bought off his agent?

Damn capitalist.

He pulled the brim of his cap down and quickly headed toward the parking lot.

Just a few meters away, he stopped in his tracks, standing next to a car, eyes locked on the scene ahead.

A petite omega, blushing furiously, was speaking to Qi Yan. Then the omega took out a phone.

Song Cun pressed his lips together. Someone was hitting on him. Looked like they were even asking for contact info.

He watched Qi Yan pull out his phone and tap on the screen with his long fingers. Then he showed the screen to the omega, who squealed, covered their mouth shyly, and ran off with little skipping steps.

Song Cun crossed his arms and gave a cold snort.

Tch, flirty alpha.

He turned to leave, but Qi Yan suddenly looked over and waved.

“Cun Cun, I’m here!”

Yeah, I’m not blind. Song Cun thought.

Even though he was wrapped up tightly, Qi Yan still recognized him at a glance.

Now that he’d been spotted, walking away would seem way too obvious—like he’d seen something he shouldn’t have and was leaving in a huff.

So he walked over to Qi Yan.

“Tired?” Qi Yan smiled at him.

“I’m fine.” Song Cun adjusted his sunglasses, his tone cool.

Qi Yan moved to open the passenger door, then hesitated and looked at him.

“Want to lie down in the backseat?”

Lie down in the backseat?!

Behind the sunglasses, Song Cun’s eyes widened.

“W-What did you say?!”

Last night you kissed me, and just now you were flirting with an omega, and now you want to—

Unbelievable.

He was about to say as much when Qi Yan chuckled and said,

“The drive’s a bit long. If you’re tired, you can nap in the back.”

“…Oh.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Song Cun rubbed his nose.

“No need. I’ll sit in the front.”

He remembered how Qi Yan had driven all night from another city just to take care of him, then visited the set during the day, and now came to pick him up. If he slept in the back while Qi Yan drove, like he was just using him as a chauffeur—it felt kind of rude.

“Alright.”
Qi Yan opened the front door for him.

Just as Song Cun was about to get in, he saw a large bouquet of red roses on the passenger seat.

He took off his sunglasses and looked up at Qi Yan.

Qi Yan gave him a soft smile and said gently,

“Happy wrap day, Cun Cun.”

Song Cun froze for two seconds, stared at Qi Yan’s dangerously attractive face, and felt a flutter in his chest. But then he remembered that blushing omega from earlier—and the warmth in his chest instantly turned heavy and cold.

“Thanks.”
He responded politely, distant as ever, and got into the car with the bouquet in his arms.

As they drove, Song Cun stayed silent. Qi Yan assumed he was tired and just focused on driving quietly.

Streetlights and neon signs flickered across his delicate face, and Song Cun’s mind was a mess.

One moment he was thinking about why Qi Yan gave that omega his contact info—had he done that with others before too? What did they talk about?

The next moment, he was wondering why Qi Yan hadn’t said anything about the kiss scene. Didn’t he say he liked him? Shouldn’t he be at least a little jealous?

He remembered a time on set when an actress’s boyfriend came to visit. That day, the actress had a romantic scene, and her boyfriend got visibly upset.

Suddenly, Song Cun felt stifled in the car. He took off his cap, worried it might’ve flattened his hair, and reached up to fix it.

“Are you hungry?”
Qi Yan broke the silence.

“I’m fine.”
Song Cun continued to stare out the window, back facing Qi Yan.

“Let’s find a place to eat before we head home, okay?”

“Whatever.”

After that short exchange, the car went quiet again.

A few seconds later, Qi Yan suddenly called out,

“Cun Cun.”

Maybe realizing he’d been a bit rude, Song Cun finally turned to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The car turned into a quiet street. Qi Yan looked over briefly, catching his eyes.

“Are you upset?”

It was just a fleeting glance, but those deep, dark eyes seemed to pierce through Song Cun entirely—seeing right through all his chaotic thoughts.

Song Cun quickly looked away.

“No.”

Qi Yan turned his eyes back to the road and didn’t press further.

But the next moment, Song Cun felt a warm hand rest gently on his head.

He looked up. Qi Yan had one hand steady on the wheel, while the other gave his hair a soft ruffle before quickly returning to the steering wheel.

“Little Cun Cun, can you tell me why you’re upset?”

If anyone else touched his hair like that, Song Cun would’ve gotten angry. But when it was Qi Yan, not only did he not mind—it even gave him the illusion of being gently spoiled, especially when paired with that affectionate “Little Cun Cun.”

He clutched the bouquet a bit tighter. His lashes trembled.

“Why would I be upset? I just wrapped filming. I haven’t even gotten out of character yet.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he realized something was off—the final scene he filmed was… the kiss scene.

So saying he hadn’t gotten out of character made it sound like he didn’t want to let go of that kiss.

“I see.” Qi Yan’s voice remained soft.
“But Cun Cun, I think I might be a little upset.”

Song Cun absentmindedly rubbed one of the rose petals between his fingers.

“What’s wrong…”

The car pulled up outside a restaurant.

Qi Yan turned toward him, face-to-face, and said:

“Cun Cun, I’m jealous.”