Qiao Shu took out her phone and remembered that Zhang Qian had told her to create a small account. She had been too busy and forgotten about it, leaving it aside until now.
Qiao Shu thought about using WeChat to register but was afraid it might be traced back to her small account, so she decided to use her QQ number instead.
After all, no one knew her QQ number.
Once she registered for Weibo and linked her phone number, a blank small account was born.
She searched for her own name in the search bar and, before even clicking, saw a list of trending topics, including some negative ones.
#Qiao Shu Jiang Tu#
#Qiao Shu “Capturing Light and Shadow” Set Photos#
#Qiao Shu Silicone Face#
#Qiao Shu Plastic Surgery#
Qiao Shu’s fingers paused. Wow, she had negative trending topics now? Her face was completely natural, okay!
Silicone? Your whole family is silicone.
Plastic surgery? Who started the rumor that she had plastic surgery?
Jiang Tu came out and saw Qiao Shu’s cheeks puffed up in anger, muttering quietly to herself, completely unaware that he had arrived.
“What’s wrong?”
Qiao Shu quickly turned off her phone. “Nothing.”
Only then did Qiao Shu notice Jiang Tu’s pajamas—they were a matching couple’s set with hers. The red newlywed pajamas made his skin appear even fairer on him.
His half-dry short hair fell over his forehead, adding a youthful touch. His narrow, peach-blossom eyes slanted slightly upward at the corners, their deep pupils like a bottomless pool.
Jiang Tu’s deep peach-blossom eyes were inscrutable. After a long pause, he asked, “Do you want to blow-dry your hair?”
Qiao Shu snapped back to reality. “Yes.”
“Come here.” Jiang Tu walked toward the vanity, bent down, took out a hairdryer from the vanity cabinet, and plugged it in.
“I can do it myself.” Qiao Shu took the hairdryer from his hand, their fingertips brushing.
The cool touch startled both of them.
Qiao Shu quickly lowered her gaze, took the hairdryer, and sat on the chair, blow-drying her hair while facing the mirror.
Jiang Tu stood behind her, watching.
Qiao Shu reminded herself not to be affected by him and focused on drying her hair. By the time she finished, the man behind her was already gone, having left at some point without her noticing.
Qiao Shu breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t even noticed when he left. She ran her fingers through her hair and picked up her phone to check the time—it was only a little past eight, still early.
Qiao Shu looked at herself in the mirror. With short hair, she really did look like a high school student, losing that pure yet seductive charm.
Qiao Shu stood up and glanced around. The man was lazily leaning against the bed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding a book, giving off a vibe of a refined yet dangerous character.
“I’ve prepared the toiletries for you.”
The man’s low, magnetic voice reached her ears, sending a slight tingle through them. His voice was truly pleasant.
“Okay, thank you!” Qiao Shu’s obsidian-like fox eyes flashed with a hint of unease as she entered the bathroom.
In the bathroom.
A brand-new toothbrush cup and toothbrush were placed on the sink, the toothbrush still in its unopened packaging.
Qiao Shu paused for a few seconds. He seemed different from what was said online. How could Jiang Tu be so considerate?
They were arranged to marry as children and didn’t really know each other. She had even thought about proposing a contractual marriage with Jiang Tu, where they wouldn’t interfere in each other’s lives after marriage.
But he was really too considerate.
So considerate that it gave her an indescribable feeling.
That day, he gave her ginger tea and cold medicine.
Tonight, he made ginger tea for her again.
A Jiang Tu like this was hard not to be moved by.
After witnessing the love between Han Xing and Qiao Lanshan, Qiao Shu no longer dared to believe in love.
Besides, Jiang Tu had no feelings for her. He was just doing these things to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.
Qiao Shu pushed aside her thoughts, opened the toothbrush packaging, rinsed the toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and began brushing her teeth.
Qiao Shu lingered in the bathroom for quite a while, truly unsure how to face Jiang Tu.
She was also afraid he might want to do that kind of thing.
When Qiao Shu came out, Jiang Tu was still reading. The man glanced up at her, then lowered his gaze back to his book.
“Mr. Jiang, where should I sleep?”
Jiang Tu glanced at her, his eyes indicating the space beside him. “Isn’t this big bed enough for you?”
Qiao Shu choked back her words, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Jiang Tu closed his book, his sharp eyebrows lifting slightly. “Then what did you mean?”
Qiao Shu closed her eyes, not wanting to speak. Did this man really not understand what she meant?
Noticing her reaction, Jiang Tu’s thin lips curved into a faint smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t like forcing people.”
Qiao Shu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the foot of the bed to the other side, lifted the covers, and got in.
Jiang Tu took off his glasses and picked up his phone from the nightstand. “It’s still early. Want to rehearse some scenes?”
Qiao Shu was slightly taken aback. “I don’t have the script.”
“An electronic script works too.”
The man’s magnetic, low voice sounded beside her ear. Qiao Shu hesitated for a moment. “Alright.”
Qiao Shu took out her phone and opened the electronic script, glancing sideways at the man beside her. “Which scene should we try?”
Jiang Tu swiped through the electronic script with his fingertip, tilting his head to look at her. “What do you think they’ll shoot tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. I’m not the director.”
Jiang Tu: “…”
Qiao Shu’s fair, delicate fingertip swiped across her phone screen as she retorted, “Then what do you think?”
“Scene 20-18, traveling, checking into a hotel.”
“Scene 24-6, married life.”
“Scene 24-9, finding out about the pregnancy.”
Hearing this, Qiao Shu stiffened all over. Were these scenes really going to be shot tomorrow? They were all quite awkward.
Qiao Shu swiped through the script, looking for Scene 20-18. This was the first New Year’s Day after the male and female leads got together, where they traveled together and then checked into a hotel.
“Are you sure you want to try these three scenes?”
“Pick one out of three.”
Qiao Shu really didn’t want to try any of them. All three scenes had kissing scenes. Wouldn’t that mean she’d have to kiss Jiang Tu later?
Jiang Tu turned his gaze. The girl’s profile was delicate and petite, her skin flawless and fair. Her captivating fox-like eyes were slightly lowered, and the cherry-colored lips beneath the tip of her nose held a mesmerizing hue.
Qiao Shu turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, both were stunned.
Qiao Shu calmly shifted her gaze away, breaking the silence. “What if they don’t shoot those scenes tomorrow?”
“Then there’s nothing I can do.”
Qiao Shu: “…”
Jiang Tu placed his phone back on the nightstand, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “Made up your mind?”
“Let’s try it.” Qiao Shu gritted her teeth. Jiang Tu was an award-winning actor, after all. Rehearsing with him could still help improve her skills.
“Alright.” Jiang Tu’s thin lips curved into a faint smile. When he first met her, she wasn’t like this.
Now she looked obedient, like a little white rabbit.
Jiang Tu asked, “Which scene?”
“Let’s do Scene 24-6.”
Hearing this, a hint of teasing flashed in Jiang Tu’s deep, dark peach-blossom eyes as he looked at her with a faint, knowing smile.
A trace of embarrassment crossed Qiao Shu’s face, and she hurriedly explained, “Don’t misunderstand. I just picked randomly. Actually, any scene is the same—they’re all just acting.”
“Hmm, you’re right. It’s all just acting.”
Qiao Shu’s ears felt slightly warm. She shouldn’t have explained; it felt like protesting too much.
“Let’s start.”
“Aren’t you going to look at the lines?”
“I’ve already read them.”
A flicker of surprise passed through Qiao Shu’s captivating fox-like eyes. “You just glanced at them twice, and you’ve memorized them already?”
Jiang Tu let out a soft chuckle. “I’ve memorized them.”
Qiao Shu: “!!”
“You can do it too, I believe.”
Qiao Shu pouted. No, I can’t. Although her memory was decent, she didn’t have the ability to remember everything after just one glance.
Jiang Tu remembered it after just two looks.
Was he even human? He must be a monster!!