16 Husband

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Jiang Ranyun sent Yi Feicheng the address of the lounge bar.

The lounge was opened by Shen Hui. The girls had often gathered there for intimate get-togethers, and it had a small private room with a beautiful view.

Jiang Ranyun arrived first.

One wall of the private room was made entirely of floor-to-ceiling windows. From the thirtieth floor, they could take in the prosperous view of City A.

The manager was a familiar face and brought Jiang Ranyun her usual drink.

When Yi Feicheng arrived, he was carrying a red rose, which he handed to her.

Jiang Ranyun: “?”

Yi Feicheng said, “On my way here, I ran into a little girl about this tall selling flowers, so I bought one.”

The girl had barely been tall enough to reach his waist.

With a bright smile, Jiang Ranyun accepted the rose. Looking at Yi Feicheng, she said casually, “I thought you had bought it especially for me. You’ve never given me flowers before.”

The smile on Yi Feicheng’s face froze. “I’ve never given you flowers?”

Jiang Ranyun realized she seemed to have let something slip. “Ah…”

She simply changed the subject and handed him the drinks menu. “Why don’t you order something first?”

Yi Feicheng sat down, but his expression remained somewhat strange.

He clearly remembered giving her flowers.

He had ordered an extravagant bouquet and given it to Jiang Ranyun.

The memory was perfectly clear in his mind.

Had he remembered it wrong?

Had the accident not only caused him to lose his memory, but also distorted the memories he still had?

Before long, the sparkling water Yi Feicheng had ordered arrived. Ice cubes drifted in the drink, while tiny bubbles clung to the transparent glass.

Jiang Ranyun waved a hand in front of him, interrupting his thoughts.

He came back to himself and looked up.

With a smile, Jiang Ranyun said, “Let’s talk about that dating show.”

For some reason, Yi Feicheng felt a little nervous. He took a sip of the chilled sparkling water and asked quietly, “You don’t like the proposal?”

Jiang Ranyun shook her head.

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The proposal was very good. She had read it.

But the timing was wrong.

Although Liao Sheng had said this was only a temporary expedient, Jiang Ranyun felt it was more like drinking poison to quench one’s thirst.

What if Yi Feicheng did not recover as promptly as he expected?

Besides, pretending to be in love with Yi Feicheng in private was one thing. Pretending to be a loving couple in front of the cameras on a variety show was another. That had never been part of her plan.

Jiang Ranyun opened her phone and slid it across the table toward Yi Feicheng.

“This is my schedule for the next two months,” she said.

Yi Feicheng seemed to understand what she meant.

Jiang Ranyun’s schedule was almost completely full in July, but beginning in August, she had very little work arranged.

Watching Yi Feicheng, Jiang Ranyun said, “The reason my schedule is open after that is because I plan to join a production. I’ve discussed several scripts with their directors and writing teams, but nothing was ever finalized. Some time ago, I received an excerpt from Wen Shuchan’s new script, and I’m preparing for the audition. Wen Shuchan is a director I’ve always admired very much. If I pass the audition, I’ll be joining her production. So I won’t have time to participate in a dating show over the next few months.”

As he listened, Yi Feicheng’s expression grew increasingly serious. “I understand.”

Jiang Ranyun took a sip of her specially prepared drink, then smiled in relief. “That’s good.”

“I’m sorry,” Yi Feicheng said quietly. “I didn’t take your work schedule into account.”

After receiving the project proposal for the dating show, he had thought about it again and again, revising it throughout the night. His mind had been filled with scenes of the two of them falling in love, and he had even considered how to arrange a marriage proposal…

Yet he had never thought about her work schedule.

He disliked acting so self-centeredly. He had always tried to avoid it, but he had still made the same mistake.

Resting her chin on one hand, Jiang Ranyun did not respond to that. Instead, she asked, “What about you? It’s been half a year since your last film wrapped, hasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Yi Feicheng said. “I was exhausted after finishing it, so I wanted to take some time off.”

“That’s quite a long break.”

Yi Feicheng was at the prime of his career. With his looks, physique, and acting ability, he could play a wide range of roles. He also had countless loyal fans, along with plenty of casual moviegoers willing to buy tickets for his films. Once he was cast as the male lead, a movie could practically be considered eighty percent successful.

So he was certainly never short of offers.

Not every offer was necessarily for a good script, but with enough of them, he would eventually come across something worthwhile.

Jiang Ranyun was in much the same position. That was precisely why she could not understand how he had managed to rest for so long.

Whenever she saw a good script, she could not bear to turn it down—unless something even better came along. As a result, her schedule had been packed every year from the beginning of her career until now, earning her a reputation as an absolute workhorse.

“Maybe it’s because I ran into…” Yi Feicheng hesitated, then finally continued, “a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Jiang Ranyun asked. “Maybe I can offer you some advice.”

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Yi Feicheng looked at her. Her eyes were dark and bright, carrying the faintest hint of a smile.

“Wife.” He knew she was not his wife yet, but the word slipped out anyway. Then, somewhat uncertainly, he asked, “…Do you like me acting?”

The private room fell silent.

At this hour, no one would come to the lounge for a drink.

Outside, the sky was a cloudless blue, with only the sun hanging high above. The city was bustling, but behind the room’s excellent soundproofing, that distant commotion was utterly soundless.

Only the two of them faced each other.

The loudest sound was the air conditioner blowing cold air.

It was not a particularly unusual question. It could easily have been taken as a colleague asking her for professional advice. Yet Jiang Ranyun did not understand why the answer suddenly seemed so difficult to say.

So difficult that she remained silent for a full two minutes before replying.

“I do.”

She had wanted to sound more casual, but when the words left her mouth, they still seemed overly solemn.

So Jiang Ranyun added, “I think you’re an excellent partner to work with. The scripts you choose are all very good, and you bring both the characters I like and the ones I dislike vividly to life. You’re a very good actor, Yi Feicheng.”

“…Before the accident,” Yi Feicheng suddenly said, “did we have a fight?”

“Huh?” Jiang Ranyun failed to follow his train of thought. “No. Why?”

Yi Feicheng lowered his lashes, looking faintly aggrieved. “Then why have you been calling me by my full name all this time?”

Jiang Ranyun was stunned for a moment. “Then… what should I call you? …Feicheng? …Or… hu-husband?”

As soon as the words fell, she saw Yi Feicheng’s ears turn bright red.

Her own face began to burn as well, and she hurriedly took a sip of her drink to calm herself.

Tilting her head back and gulping down the specially prepared cocktail, Jiang Ranyun thought that she must have spent far too much time with him. What on earth was filling her head?

“Wife.” Though Yi Feicheng’s ears were still red, he showed no embarrassment whatsoever when addressing her. “If you’re going to act in Wen Shuchan’s film, then I’ll work hard to try to win the role of your leading man as well.”

He paused, remembering that he ought to respect his wife’s work arrangements.

Then Yi Feicheng asked earnestly, “Would you like that?”

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