My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day
Chapter 63 Last Night You Were Having an Affair

Chapter 63: Chapter 63 Last Night You Were Having an Affair

He couldn’t explain why he thought of her, but by the time he realized it, the call had already been made.

Qiao Xi: "..."

Thinking of you and thinking about you—the difference is just one word, but the meaning is world apart.

Otherwise, why would she say Shen Dang had gone mad?

It was thinking about her, not missing her.

Qiao Xi touched her ear, now cooling, her voice infused with a chill distance, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. Hopefully, next time Boss Shen will watch the time. Disturbing people’s dreams too often can lead to retribution."

Shen Dang laughed softly, not at all conscientious about waking someone up, "Since you’re awake, let’s chat."

He finally understood why he had called Qiao Xi, hearing her voice made everything around him feel alive, instead of the still, deathly quiet emptiness.

It had been a long time since he had felt this way.

Shen Dang looked at the heavy night outside the window, curved his lips slightly, feeling as if her live voice was speaking right into his ear.

The lofty isolation brought by the glamorous night view outside the window seemed to fade a bit.

Qiao Xi felt that Shen Dang’s statement was so matter-of-fact, she laughed in irritation, "Talk about what? In the middle of the night, you..."

Shen Dang flatly spat out three words, "Qiao Zhenbin."

"Him?"

Did Qiao Zhenbin go to Shen Dang on his own initiative?

Only knows to find someone to clean up his messes—who taught him that?

Qiao Xi had nothing but contempt for people like Qiao Zhenbin, yet this person was her father.

Qiao Xi frowned coldly, "What about him?"

"Beating around the bush the whole time without addressing the real matter," Shen Dang’s voice rose teasingly, sensual enough to make one’s heart flutter, "Do you know what it’s about?"

Qiao Xi let out a cold laugh, "You should’ve just refused him directly."

"Hmm, I ignored him."

If so, why did he call her? Was he that bored?

Shen Dang casually asked, "When will the filming wrap up?"

Qiao Xi leaned against the bedhead, her response lazy and coy, "In a month or two. Why? Anything else?"

"Just asking."

"Oh."

After that, both of them fell briefly silent.

The night was cool like water, so quiet that the sound of their breaths could be heard, one heavy and one light, seemingly intertwining, creating a subtly ambiguous atmosphere.

Qiao Xi’s fingers curled on her knee, "So, um..."

"I went back to the Shen Family for dinner tonight. Grandfather and Madam Shen both mentioned you."

Both spoke at the same time. Hearing Shen Dang’s words, Qiao Xi became quiet first.

After listening to him, Qiao Xi’s eyelashes gently fluttered, "Then I’ll give Grandfather a call when I’m free."

"Good," Shen Dang said nonchalantly, "That’s all then."

That was it, the call ended.

Qiao Xi hung up, clutching her phone, unable to fall asleep all of a sudden.

Shen Dang had stirred this night’s still water nonchalantly, agitating her so much that she lost all desire to sleep.

Qiao Xi lay in bed tossing and turning, and blamed Shen Dang for it.

The next day, Qiao Xi went to the set with dark circles under her eyes.

Seeing her, Su Tutu exaggeratedly widened her eyes, "Sister, did you sneak out last night or what?"

Qiao Xi covered her mouth quickly, glared at her, "What nonsense are you spouting again?"

Absolutely no sense of propriety.

"I’m spouting nonsense? Look at your dark circles; they’re almost at your chin."

Qiao Xi couldn’t help but laugh, "It’s not as exaggerated as you say."

Su Tutu raised her chin defiantly, "Don’t believe me? Ask Bei Bei."

Bei Bei covered her mouth with a giggle, "Tutu is right this time."

"Hey, when have I ever lied?"

Qiao Xi gently pinched the bridge of her nose, irritation showing in the corner of her eyes, "A dog was barking too much last night."

"A dog?" Su Tutu was puzzled, "I didn’t hear anything. Bei Bei, did you?"

Bei Bei was just as confused, "No, I didn’t hear any dog barking."

Qiao Xi’s lips curled in a smirk, "You two sleep like logs, how could you hear anything?"

"Hey, how dare you call me a log!"

The group laughed and joked around when Director Ye watched them from a short distance, feeling emotional, "It’s good to be young."

Qin Mo approached him, "Director, what were you saying?"

Director Ye chuckled, "Being around all you young people on this film set makes me feel younger too."

"Director Ye isn’t old."

"How can I compare with you guys? Alright, let’s get ready to shoot."

The war erupted, and under Major General Gao’s command, people were fleeing everywhere with numerous casualties.

In the command post, a subordinate reported, "Major General, someone is asking to see you outside."

"Who?"

"A gentleman named Li Zhi."

Li Zhi?

Major General Gao’s expression paused, "Let him in!"

Qiao Xi dressed in men’s clothing, her long hair hidden inside her hat, emanated a heroic spirit.

She lacked the charm and allure typical of female attire.

No one could associate the present Li Zhi with the foremost courtesan.

"Li..."

Qin Mo had barely uttered a word when he was embraced by Qiao Xi.

A faint fragrance wafted from her, the approaching scent nearly unsettling Qin Mo’s composure.

Almost bringing him to tears.

"Major General Gao," Qiao Xi’s voice lowered significantly, coarse with undertones, she released Qin Mo, standing in front of him with a dashing manner, "The nation is in turmoil; the people suffer. I wish to stay by the Major General’s side, to offer counsel."

"Agreed!"

Major General Gao kept Li Zhi close, and day by day, Li Zhi dressed in men’s attire, stayed by his side.

Li Zhi gradually revealed his abilities.

In the face of civil strife, their love seemed insignificant.

The welfare of the nation outweighs everything else!

...

In October, Jiang City felt a hint of autumn chill during the day; even the sun wasn’t as scorching as before.

Shooting went smoothly, and Director Ye invited the entire crew for a meal.

Su Tutu raised her glass, her features radiant, smiling brightly, "I’m wrapping up tomorrow, Director, a toast to you all."

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration.

Qiao Xi saw her pouring more wine, and stopped her, "Drink less."

"No worries, I’m happy."

The drama was now nearing its end, "Blossoms Old Dreams" would officially wrap up in a month.

Su Tutu would leave the crew after tomorrow’s shoot.

"Wow, big news in the entertainment world again!" A female assistant director, her eyes sparkling with gossip, savored the juicy news, "The president of Shengshi Entertainment and the rising actress Nie Qing..."

She cut off mid-sentence.

Being on set every day, she had almost forgotten that Shengshi Entertainment’s president’s wife was here playing a supporting role.

Su Tutu’s slender fingers pinched her wine glass, her eyes still alight with laughter, "What’s wrong? Continue, Assistant Director."

Her smile was there, yet it conveyed a chilling aloofness.

As if hiding a knife in that smile, ready to strike.

Heh, how could she dare continue? Did she not want to survive in the industry?