What Gu Yu said reminded Jia He of Yi Wenze’s reminder.   So the “day after tomorrow at three in the afternoon” he had mentioned referred to this matter. While everyone was still guessing about the secret behind the dissolution of the marriage, the two people had already taken advantage of the time gap during…

A Qing kept chattering, first complaining in Mandarin. When he encountered something too difficult to express, he would supplement in Cantonese. But it was still just griping about his manager Sister Mai not giving advance warning. If the media had caught him and Tian Chu meeting in Hengdian, it would be another explosive headline.  …

Today’s phone call was truly one out-of-the-blue matter after another.   Clutching her mobile phone, Jia He reacted for a few seconds before saying, “Hello?”   Qiao Qiao made threatening gestures with her fingers, using her expression to ask who it was. Jia He put her forefinger to her lips and got out of bed.…

When she woke up again, Jia He was sleeping in the massage room, a blanket covering her.   She sat up weakly, looking at the snowy world outside, and desperately tried to recall how she had fallen asleep last night and how she had gone from the massage bed to the big bed. She tried…

The door of the private room was still open. The woman in the room across had stopped wailing “I’ll love you even in death” and moved on to “One Night in Beijing.” Over here, they were already halfway through the song but no one had sung a note.   Jia He hugged a bucket of…

There was an unusually quiet stillness all around, and one could even faintly hear the sound of cars driving by.   With just a subtle movement, everyone’s hearts were easily gripped. Jia He stared fixedly at him, only remembering that she had no more lines, yet no matter how she tried, she couldn’t think what…

There are two types of people that women find it hard to refuse – one is their lover, the other…of course, is their idol.   For the entire dinner, because she found it hard to refuse her idol’s hospitality, Jia He ate half a plate of steamed buns with braised pork. From then on, she…

Since the stills were released, they have gone viral online.   When Jia He was busy revising the script, she would browse the web during breaks, checking out what Yi Wenze’s fans were saying.   She had always felt that screenwriting was a good profession – no need to clock in, just sit around chatting…

In the upper right corner were scribbled words: YouSmileISmile.   The room quieted down for a moment. Yi Wenze stood to her right, holding a cup of tea, quietly watching the screen.   Jia He froze her smile, just as she was about to double click the folder, he suddenly reached out his hand, pointing…

Yi Wenze did not speak, so she could only stand by the door. Unlike the warm yellow light in the banquet hall, it was brighter here, but the bright light made it look cold.   Jia He suddenly remembered that in college, Qiao Qiao had followed the TV station reporters to the airport in the…