Chapter 33
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Ji Sixing leaned against the corner of the staircase and waited for Yan Qingchi to return empty-handed. Then, he would go out with his Buddhist aura and play the role of a caring brother.
He quietly poked his head out and watched as Yan Qingchi raised his hand and knocked on the door. Very good, Jiang Mochen would come out very soon and say a few words to him before asking him to leave.
Sure enough, after a while, Jiang Mochen opened the door. Ji Sixing's eyes lit up as he watched. Jiang Mochen was about to finish his sentence. Then, he closed the door.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Yan Qingchi walk straight into the room!
Then, the door closed.
Ji Sixing was stunned. He stood in the corner in a daze and could not believe it. He actually went in! Jiang Mochen told him that he had something to do and rejected him. However, he allowed an unknown newcomer to enter the room. Ji Sixing felt humiliated. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh. Why? Why could Yan Qingchi do it, but not him? What did he not do well enough? He flattered him and tried to get into his good books. He called him Brother every day. He had even worked with him for two days. How could he be worse than a newcomer who did not have much interaction with him?
Ji Sixing felt that Jiang Mochen must be afraid of him. He was afraid that he would tie him down to get to the top. After all, Yan Qingchi had nothing, while he was quite popular. As long as his popularity increased and he won an award, he could be on the same level as him. Therefore, Jiang Mochen was willing to pay attention to Yan Qingchi, who had nothing. As for him, no matter how much he did, Jiang Mochen would not favor him.
At that moment, Ji Sixing finally felt something other than envy and jealousy towards Jiang Mochen — hatred. But it was useless even if he hated him. Jiang Mochen was famous in the entertainment circle for being a rich young master. Although no one knew what his background was, everyone knew that he had a strong background. Even Wei Lan, who was famous for her bumper cars in the entertainment industry, greeted Jiang Mochen in a friendly manner when she saw him. It was not easy for Ji Sixing to become famous. He would not take things too hard and provoke Jiang Mochen. However, he smiled slightly. Some people could not blame him for being heartless.
Yan Qingchi sat on the sofa and looked at the unopened box of desserts on the table. "What's this?"
"Ji Sixing brought some from his hometown. he said that everyone should have one, so I didn't refuse. Why, you don't have one?"
"Yes," he said said looked at Jiang Mochen, "I don't think Su Nuan has some either..
. and Yan Qingsaid, Yan Qingchi...... Sixing, Yan's..... Sixing.
Yan Qingchi didn't take it. "Someone gave it to you. Just eat it."
"When did you become so pretentious?" Jiang Mochen said as he placed the dessert in Yan Qingchi's hand. "I know some actors are like this. In the entertainment industry, it's normal to go against celebrities. But I thought he wasn't that kind of person because he was quite humble."
"Who are you? You're the new Best Actor and the biggest star in the entire crew. Who wouldn't be humble in front of you? It's normal for people like us to look down on us."
"Yeah, but I see that you, a 38th-tier actress who is looked down upon by others, aren't humble at all in front of me."
Yan Qingchi smiled and tilted his head to look at him. "That's different. We're a couple after all. If I were just a small-time actor, I would be as humble as Ji Sixing towards you."
Jiang Mochen tried to imagine such a scene but could not imagine it. "Forget it," he said. "I'm used to you being like this. Didn't we have to rehearse? Which scene? "
Yan Qingchi put down the dessert and flipped open the script to show him. "This, the scene where He Yu and Meng Luo meet for the first time."
"Okay."
The two of them stood up and found a relatively spacious spot. Jiang Mochen spoke first. "Hello, are you Meng Luo?"
Yan Qingchi looked at him with obvious vigilance. His voice was very soft. "You are?"
"I'm He Yu. I'm in charge of the murder of Meng Wen, your father, on the night of September 14th," Jiang Mochen said as he took out his ID and showed it to Yan Qingchi.
Yan Qingchi nodded. "Your colleagues have already asked about it."
"I know. I just wanted to ask you again."
"Come in." Yan Qingchi gestured for him to open the door.
The two of them sat down on the sofa.
Jiang Mochen looked around the room. "Have you been at home recently?"
"I'm taking care of my father's funeral."
Jiang Mochen looked at him. His tone was gentle, but his words were not so kind. "But you don't look very sad."
Yan Qingchi looked up. His eyes were very clear, and there was a slight twinkle in his eyes. He asked, "So what should I do to be considered sad? Should I shout and ask why you haven't found the murderer yet, or should I cry myself hoarse? "
His expression was very calm, but his tone was very serious. In his clear eyes, there was a youthful confusion and stubbornness.
Jiang Mochen was stunned and continued, "That's not what I meant. I'm sorry."
Yan Qingchi lowered his head silently. "It's okay."
His tone was as gentle as ever.
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