My Darling (我的曼达林)

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Chapter 1.1 — That Little First Love Unbeknownst to Anyone (1)

Down alongside a small road near Jing'an Temple, there was a small courtyard-style building. If you were to push open its wooden door, step in, and follow the pebbled pathway, you would be able to see a small nail salon. It belonged to Chu Jian. Inside a commercial building at the end of that road, on a certain floor, there was also a company for nail aesthetics training. That also belonged to Chu Jian.

These two were her true wealth and assets.

As for that production company, her involvement had only been because Tong Fei had suffered a setback in her career and had spent the better half of a night sobbing to Chu Jian. Hence, Chu Jian had decided to pull out all the savings she had accumulated since graduation to support this BFF of more than ten years, investing in her undertaking of starting up a production company.

However, all along, Chu Jian believed that she truly did not have much of a connection to the entertainment industry.

After they came back from Macau and parted company at Hongqiao International Airport, Chu Jian returned to her little nail salon that was alongside the street. She flipped through the appointment book. Business today had been quite good, but it was now past eight o'clock and there remained only the last two clients, who were nearly done their treatments.

Right as she was planning to arrange with someone to go out together for a late-night meal, Jian Bianlin unexpectedly called. He stated that he was going to come here to look around but did not say for what reason...

The call was hung up before Chu Jian could process this and react. He had landed in Shanghai? Why did she seem to remember Tong Fei mentioning that Jian Bianlin was going to return directly to Beijing? Their production company and Jian Bianlin's company were currently collaborating on something, so Tong Fei should be very clear on his whereabouts...

Could it be his schedule and travel plans had changed?

An hour and a half later, a man, whose cap brim obscured more than half his face, walked in unobtrusively along that pebbled path, pushed open the door, and gave her this definite answer: Yes, he had changed his travel plans.

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A chilly wind was brought in from outside the door. Tugging the blanket that was on her knees a little higher, she pointed at the small card on the counter. "I recharged money onto it for you. This card isn't yours? It's your agent's?" He gave a somewhat uncomfortable cough.

"If you had told me earlier that it belonged to someone else, I wouldn't have used it..." It was rather inappropriate. After all, she was not very well acquainted with his agent.

Jian Bianlin lifted his chin slightly, motioning to Chu Jian to hand him the cup of warm water beside her hand. He gave another couple of coughs. This time she could tell that he did have a serious cold.

"You caught a cold?"

Picking up the cup, she handed it to him. However, when he extended his hand to take it, she suddenly pulled it back. "Oh wait, no, this is my cup. Wait a sec. I'll find one for you that no one is using."

After hearing her words, Jian Bianlin did not say anything in response.

Chu Jian had not really eaten anything on the plane, and her stomach was now rumbling hungrily. Originally, she had planned on going out for a late-night meal after he retrieved that membership card from her. Seeing the fatigue written on his face, though, she could not make herself open her mouth to rush him. Wordlessly, tentatively, she punched at her calculator, indifferently doing bookkeeping while, in passing, peeking at him from the corner of her eye and praying that she would be liberated from this situation soon.