The Villainous Celebrity Wife of the CEO - Chapter 168.2

There was no doubt what was written in her bright eyes: I, Pipi Xia, have watched countless films. Whatever happened after I left you last night, I guessed it all!!

But well, Su Jishi had never known what ‘shyness’ meant, so she met Xiao Xia’s teasing gaze and calmly asked, “And then?”

“Afterwards, there’s no more.” When Xiao Xia saw her cold reaction, she pouted. “It is quite easy to ask for leave. You know, Director Zheng and the Chief Producer are particularly fond of you. Anyway, you have a lot of good quality shots, so there’s no effect if you failed to make up for the shooting. I thought President Mu was going to follow us to Koktokay, but I didn’t expect that he’d leave after breakfast —— Oh, he arranged this car before he left. He knew you didn’t want to get special treatment, so he gave each artist one.”

In a larger city, it would have been too easy to arrange a nanny car. But in the remote frontier, in order to facilitate transportation, the most common were only pickup trucks and dump trucks. Nanny cars were too difficult to find. The artists had to travel back and forth between the two places, so the program group could only squeeze in the bus together with them.

Nobody knew through what channel Mu Xiulun arranged so many nanny cars overnight just to make Su Jishi rest better.

“By the way, there is one more thing!” Talking about gossip, Xiao Xia is extra excited: “President Mu is very low-key. The other artists didn’t know that the five nanny cars are President Mu’s arrangement and thought it was the program crew’s arrangement! Zhou Jing naturally was deprived of a car, so she ran to find Director Zheng and threw a tantrum. She felt that the program group was neglecting her! It never occurred to her she was just an 18th-tier Flying Guest and had the nerve to kick up a fuss in the hotel. She was so loud that the whole corridor heard her. As a result, she happened to bump into President Mu leaving —— President Mu glanced at her from afar through the crowd, scaring her so much that she immediately fled with her tail between her legs!”

“Fled?”

“Yes! Originally, she cheekily wanted to hitchhike to Koktokay and mix in for a few more shots, but President Mu merely glared at her. Then she packed her bags and ran away without saying a word! All the same, just before we left, the Art Administrator called her, only to find her room empty!”

Xiao Xia had long been displeased at Zhou Jing. She always felt that every pore in her body was emitting the I am the villainess and the vicious cannon fodder aura. In those she had read, this cannon fodder would certainly rely on their negative IQ to run against the protagonist day after day, disgusting people. Finally, she was pinched to death by the protagonist.

But then, it was also good that Zhou Jing fled so neatly. Xiao Xia put her palms together devoutly and sincerely prayed for her to walk splits, drink cold water to plug her teeth, bite her tongue, help old ladies and get blackmailed, every piece of potatoes in her dish was ginger, and all her means of transportations delayed!

She was so happy with herself that she didn’t notice Su Jishi lying sickly on the seat, unable to lift her spirits.

Although, before this meeting, Su Jishi knew that Mu Xiulun took extra time to fly to Xinjiang to see her; at the time of the warmth, she also actively urged him to leave… but after their first passion, she woke up without seeing her partner; this taste was indeed strange.

It was hard to say that she felt sour. And it was also far from being lonely.

Su Jishi had never asked for pampering, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to hear Mu Xiulun’s voice.

Her finger hesitated on the dial button on her phone, but in her heart, she was thinking: Under the circumstances, he obviously should take the initiative to call me, no?

“Ah, I almost forgot!” Xiao Xia suddenly took her small shoulder bag, “When President Mu saw that you were sleeping, he didn’t disturb you. Before he left, he left a letter with me, telling me to give it to you when you wake up.”

As she spoke, she opened her small backpack and took out a sticky note.

The paper was light beige with horizontal stripes printed on it. Who knew which notebook Mu Xiulun had torn it from? The four corners of it were neatly aligned, folded and stacked together. Through the back of the paper, traces of writing were faintly visible.

Su Jishi did not expect at all that Mu Xiulun would use this most primitive method to leave a message for her.

Xiao Xia scratched her head, grinning broadly and comforting her stupidly: “In fact, when President Mu gave this to me, I asked him if he isn’t afraid of me peeking. President Mu said he isn’t afraid. He said it’s because I absolutely can’t understand it… Sister Su, Sister Su, quickly open it. I’m really too curious!”

“Oh?”

Su Jishi raised her eyebrows. She also wanted to know that kind of message only she could understand.

So she took it and opened it.

——The letter was surprisingly short.

It was so short that there were only three lines.

There was no header or a signature.

The handwriting was spontaneous and quick, but at the same time powerful. Su Jishi could imagine how much emotion the man poured into writing this string of words ——

[As far as I’m concerned,

You are the warm water flowing through Murmansk.

You are also the long river that fills the depths of the Amazon.]

Su Jishi was quite stunned.

People might not understand this three-line poem with no end, but Su Jishi could.

Murmansk was a port city in the far north of Russia. It was located within the Arctic Circle, and there was a month and a half of polar night in a year, during which the sun would sink below the horizon and the North Star would hang nearly vertically high in the sky.

It was reasonable to say that in such a geographical location, it should be extremely cold there. But in fact, it was the only ‘ice free port’ in Russia, because of the warm North Atlantic current passing through it.

It was the passing current that changed the fate of the city, bringing it warmth and hope.

The third line of the poem referred to the Amazon Basin, the world’s largest basin.

All impact basins were formed at the estuary of the river: for hundreds of millions of years, the river water swept back and forth, flattening the mountains and filling the gullies.

The power of the river was both powerful and violent, but also delicate and gentle.

And in Mu Xiulun’s heart, Su Jishi was the long river that melted him with her warm current and changed his long river.