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After drinking the medicinal tonic that Jiang Ran gave me and chasing him off, my head hit the pillows and I fell into a dead sleep.
When I next awoke, I felt much better than before.
And right after, I also felt a pang of hunger.
“……” I rubbed my loudly grumbling tummy.
As expected, once the fever went down, my digestive enzymes began to party.
But how can I find anything to eat this late in the night?
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All of a sudden, I remembered that what laozi is staying in now is a presidential suite~ the kind that came along with a kitchen, and might even have ready-cooked tea eggs and bottles of high-quality mustard pickles~
I immediately recovered my vigour. I whispered to my belly, soothing, “Appa will bring you to live the life of the rich.”
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But when I reached the kitchen, I froze.
The kitchen lights were on. Jiang Ran was inside tinkering with something or other.
Then, I smelled the aroma of corn…
So fragrant! My tummy immediately grumbled in desperation.
While I was still wavering over whether to sucker up to Jiang Ran and steal a bite, he turned towards me, carrying the pot.
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“What a coincidence, you’ve come too?” Our eyes met, and mine quickly skittered away.
Jiang Ran’s eyes crinkled. “You’ve gotten up? Are you feeling better yet?”
It was only at this moment that I noticed what he was wearing—a chick-printed apron. When matched with that antique, fogey-styled pyjamas and that upstanding face with deep and sharp features…
“Pffttt—” I involuntarily let out a laugh.
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The corners of Jiang Ran’s lips also quirked upwards. “You have to be, if you’ve the energy to laugh so loudly.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I’m feeling much better now. Thank you for today.”
“Then come over and eat a little something. I made some congee, but the pot’s too big, I can’t finish it alone.”
After which, he took a bowl, placing it before my eyes.
It’s actually shredded pork corn congee! Meat and veggie combo!
But I still acted very grudging. “Now waste sorting is all the rage; those who don’t do it will be paged. Dump the leftover broth down the drain, then dump into the bin the rice grains. Since it’s a shame for it go to waste, how about I give it a taste?”
Yooo, what an frigging awesome poem.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
Qtfc Aljcu Ejc tfjgv atlr, tf ujnf j rajga.
Lbk’r atja, tet? Gbc’a sbe atlcx atja jmmbwqilrtfv qbfar ilxf wf jgf jc fcvjcufgfv rqfmlfr atfrf vjsr?
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Lf mjgglfv atf mbcuff bnfg, ajxlcu j rfja cfza ab wf. Zs tfjv kjr yeglfv lc atf ybki, fjalcu la klat gfilrt. Aera atfc, Aljcu Ejc jrxfv jcbatfg defralbc, “Zb Vtesjb, ktb’r atlr sbecu ulgi bc sbeg riffqkfjg?”
At this, I glanced down.
It’s pyjamas for an otaku, after all. Ofc it’ll have a more otaku flair.
“Luo Tianyi~” I casually responded. Seeing Jiang Ran’s brows knit together in thought, I waved a hand. “Forget it, it’s too much work explaining it to you.”
Jiang Ran nodded augustly, changing the subject. “When you’re done eating, go back and rest. I’ll clear up over here.”
Omg, Jiang Ran, are you a saint?
In the nine years that I have drifted north to the imperial city, this is the first time that someone has cared for me like this.
Is this… the feeling of being a kept woman?
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After slurping down my fill and returning to bed, I blissfully flipped over…
And suddenly seemed to realise that something somewhere was off.
Kept woman? Why the heck am I thinking about such nonsense??
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I instantly sobered up. Any sleepiness eluded me.
It must be that the fever had fried my brain.
Where’s my goddess?! Hurry up and save me!
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…Q: suddenly finding that my goddess isn’t as attractive anymore. Help???? Super urgent, will camp online for responses!!!
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When tomorrow came around, I deliberately kept a distance from Jiang Ran.
Unexpectedly, my agent didn’t let me off the hook; he was this close to hauling me up and dumping me on Jiang Ran’s thigh.
“Brother Shuyao, I heard that Jiang Ran spent the whole day taking care of you yesterday. Why don’t you show him some gratitude since you’re all better now?”
I looked at him, my emotions dead.
Last night, that bastard Jiang Ran took advantage of when I was under the weather to get my heart all flustered. And you actually want me to thank him??
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My face was impassive even when we reached the shooting site.
As always, Jiang Ran had many fight scenes today. He even needed to cough up blood.
I looked at the blood bags that the props team had made—whatever they called that cough syrup, brown sugar solution, black sugar solution, ketchup mixture—it looked the vile brew of black sorcery.
Hehe, Jiang Ran, slowly savour it. I’ll do my best to let you cough it up several more times.
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Abruptly, the director jabbed me with the screenplay. “Mo Shuyao, it’s your time to go in already!”
“Oh, okay.” I hastily got up and walked over to stand facing Jiang Ran.
He raised his gaze to glance at me. It lasted only for a split second—before I could react, he flung a dangerously sharp dagger past me.
“Watch out!” I heard him shout loudly, then clasp my waist and knock me to the ground.
And just like that, I lay stiffly under him.
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The villain came flying over with an air buff. At first, I had intended to deliberately NG by breaking into laughter, but to my surprise—
In the next second, Jiang Ran immediately fell into character. His brows furrowed and he coughed twice. Fresh red blood began to dribble out of his mouth, the line of blood trickling down past his alluring Adam’s apple and meridian point.
After which, he used a trembling finger to wipe the blood away. Under the lighting, the hand covered in blood appeared the slightly translucent colour of jade, like glossy white nephrite.
It was as if he himself was an undefilable work of art.
Damnit you supergay, why are you so dastardly good-looking?
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I reached out a hand to support his shoulder. Jiang Ran’s gaze instantly melted to warm tenderness.
“You’re too… careless.”
Blood was still trickling out from the corner of his lips. He turned his head away to cough a few times by the side of my ear.
“Are you doing okay after the ritual?”
I was actually brought into character by him. Indiscernibly, my heart twinged.
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The director was beyond excited from the sidelines. “Incredible, too incredible. Jiang Ran is really a film emperor alright, he can even act so explosively even without those things from VFX. I can’t imagine how great it’ll turn out once the post-editing is done.”
Jiang Ran smiled and supported me back up.
Yet when he withdrew his hand from behind my head, he inhaled sharply.
It was then that I noticed that when he knocked me down, he had cushioned my head.
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Jiang Ran frowned. He glanced at the back of his hand, then slowly got to his feet.
“Hey, wait a mo.” I moved in and caught his wrist, pulling it over to have a look—
Jiang Ran was, from the start, already all skin and bones. When the back of his hand scraped against the rough floor, it immediately tore the skin.
I clutched the hand that he had scraped, at a loss as to what to do.
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The crew at once crowded in, pushing me aside.
His agent began to wail, “AHHH President Jiang, how can you let yourself get injured like this! Don’t you know how valuable your hand is?”
Jiang Ran’s head was lowered. He didn’t speak. I could only watch as they dunked his hand in disinfectant.
To be honest, I wanted to say that Jiang Ran didn’t need to protect me. I’m not some three-year-old kid, whose head needed to be protected from injury.
But my heart felt all stuffy. I was never able to get these words out of my mouth.
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I forcibly squeezed my way back through the crowd, stuffing a paper napkin into Jiang Ran’s other hand. “You still have blood at the corners of your lips, wipe them clean first.”
“Mm.” Jiang Ran raised his hand and unhurriedly wiped the corner of his lips.
“Over there.” I inclined my head. “There’s still some on your left side that hasn’t been wiped clean.”
“Got it, thanks.” Jiang Ran returned me a smile. The injury on his hand was seemingly as trivial as floating clouds, not hurting in the slightest.
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I breathed in deeply, thinking back on how, from yesterday to the present, I really did owe Jiang Ran quite a bit.
After all, I’m a stalwart young man of the 21st century who knows how to repay kindness!
However, aside from making videos, I don’t seem to be able to do anything for him.
In view of how awesome he is at coughing up blood, how about…
Okay, set. When filming ends today, I’ll take it upon myself to go back and comb through that sand-sculpture drama, cutting out a special feature of Jiang Ran coughing up blood as a return gift.
With how good-looking Film Emperor Jiang looks, along with my peerless video cutting and editing skills, your little fans will surely cry out in excitement that they want to lick the screen for three days and nights!
Aren’t you going to thank me for being so amazing?
Hm?
The author has something to say:
The relationship between them gradually turns ambiguous from here on~
What do you’re saying it wasn’t ambiguous before?
*wait also remove the do. Autocorrect is annoying.
😆 thank you translator for the chapter!
I’m gonna assume you accedentaily commented on me, since I’m not this novel’s translator. luckykoi is.
sorry sorry 🙏 the comment section going up and down..but since you’re a translator too..we all need to acknowledged your hard work also ♥️ hwaiting!
Thank you for the chapter~
thanks for the chapter ♡
yes! he got brought into character! thank you, entertainment novel gods, for always giving your MLs infectious acting disease!
i still want mo shuyao to get serious about his crispy duck. he wrote it well enough to get a movie adaptation, he’s gotta have some skill, right? a lot more money. a lot less angry fans. a lot more getting gayed. i see only benefits?
thanks for the chapter <3
That 404, Not Found tho XD
Wrong chapter???
And he is starting to appreciate the JR’s beauty! It begins!