Can You Love Me?

After hesitating, Xin Ai sent Lu Jincheng a WeChat message.

[Xin Ai: Mr. Lu, I heard that your new movie has been completed. Could you please do me a little favor? 】

Soon, the other party responded.

[Lu Jincheng: What are you busy with? 】

[Xin Ai: I want to join the crew of "Emperor Kangxi", can you help me? You can be a walk-on, assistant, or just a handyman...]

[Lu Jincheng: Okay, wait for my news. 】

Lu Jincheng agreed without even thinking about it. The filming location of "Empress Kangxi and Yuan Dynasty" was in a film and television base in a neighboring province. Once he joined the crew, he would not be able to follow Jian Zechuan all day long. He thought this was a good thing, and of course he had to help. , must help.

Xin Ai is also thinking about this problem. If he joins the crew, he may not be able to be with Jian Zechuan for a long time. What... what should he do?

After thinking for a long time, Xin Ai smiled bitterly, what else could he do?

Naturally, Xin Huan was the most important. He joined the crew and acted as bait to see if he could catch a piranha.

As for Jian Zechuan, she could only work hard.

That afternoon, Lu Jincheng told Xin Ai that he had found a job as a director's assistant for her and asked her to clean up in the next two days. She would report directly to the set next Monday and he would arrange everything for her.

She owed Lu Jincheng another favor. Apart from saying thank you, Xin Ai didn't know what else she could say.

The next day, Jian Zechuan came as usual and didn't talk much. No matter how good she behaved, he didn't have much reaction.

Zhao Tiande's matter seemed to have been revealed just like that, and Jian Zechuan did not ask or investigate.

But his refusal to pursue the matter made her more flustered than his pursuit.

Jian Zechuan would still come, still kiss her, and still ask for her crazily on the bed, but he would never sleep in the same bed with her again. She would leave every time after she fell asleep.

But Xin Ai really felt her panic...

Jian Zechuan seemed gentle to her, but in fact he became more and more distant and indifferent.

It's like distancing yourself little by little until it doesn't matter at all.

Xin Ai remembered the countdown in the upper right corner of the blackboard that changed every day in high school.

You may not think it's anything at first, but when you look up and realize that the number has turned into single digits, it suddenly becomes confusing.

Maybe that's the situation she's facing now.

Xin Ai knew that Jian Zechuan was already thinking about dating her.

She felt panicked, as heavy as a stone. She was frightened and uneasy, but she was helpless.

Normally, she was afraid that Jian Zechuan would abandon her, so she would always try her best to cling to him shamelessly and please him, but... ever since she felt that the person who captured Xin Huan might not be Jian Zechuan, and if she tried to please him again, she would feel... changed.

Another night, Jian Zechuan remained as usual. After arriving, he pressed Xin Ai on his body without any unnecessary words or even eye contact.

As if he was in the sea, with waves crashing down one after another, Xin Ai felt that he might die in this entanglement.

When everything was calm, Xin Ai looked at Jian Zechuan and said, "Third Master, the school said we would like to have an internship during the summer vacation. I... recently found a job."

"Go ahead."

Just like that, nothing said?

Xin Ai smiled bitterly, what else could he be expected to say.

"I...may not be able to come back for a while."

"Um……"

Jian Zechuan got up and went to the bathroom. When he came out, he had already changed into dry clothes. He said calmly: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"……good."

Jian Zechuan put down a check and turned to leave.

The door closed, and Xin Ai glanced at the amount above, and the bitterness in his smile became even more bitter.

Third Master Jian is Third Master Jian. He doesn't want her anymore, but he is different from others.

It's like cutting someone with a dull knife. One cut, and it hurts you, but doesn't give you any pleasure. Is this a punishment for her?

Xin Ai was leaving at dawn. She had nothing to take care of, and she had nothing here.

Aunt Song was very reluctant to give up and took Xin Ai's hand to send her out the door.

"I think Third Master treats you unusually, maybe..."

Xin Ai interrupted her: "Aunt Song, in his eyes, no one is extraordinary."

In Jian Zechuan's eyes, no one is indispensable.

Her novelty may have come to an end.

Xin Ai sighed, her only regret was that she still didn't ask Jian Zechuan what happened that night.

In fact, she tried twice more, but Jian Zechuan didn't give her a chance to ask.

After two attempts, Xin Ai knew that she really had no chance.

Last night, Xin Ai booked a high-speed train ticket for the morning trip to Xiacheng, a neighboring province. The crew of "Empress Kangxi and Yuan Dynasty" were at the Xiacheng Yueshan Film and Television Base.

There is no airport in Xiacheng. It is relatively more convenient to take the high-speed rail and it can be reached directly.

But she didn't expect that before setting off, something happened.

She had just finished taking out the tickets from the ticket machine, and when she turned around, she saw two tall and muscular men in black suits standing in front of her.

"Ms. Xin, our husband invites you."

Xin Ai took a step back defensively and glanced at the patrolling police, ready to rush over at any time: "Who is your husband?"

"Mr. Jane."

Xin Ai was stunned, Mr. Jian? It's definitely not Jian Zechuan. He wouldn't meet her in this way. Since it's not him, it's old...Mr. Jian.

If someone could block her with this person, they must have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

Xin Ai took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

He was taken into a tea room, and sure enough, he saw Jian Zechuan's father, Jian Wanjun.

Xin Ai walked in, lowered his head and called out politely: "Mr. Jian."

Jian Wanjun didn't seem to hear at all. He didn't even raise his head. He boiled water and made tea with slow movements. He exuded the pressure of being in a position of power for a long time, which made Xin Ai feel a little uncomfortable.

Xin Ai stood for a while and suddenly felt a little stupid. Why should she be so coquettish?

She complained in her heart: I don’t expect your son to give me any glory or wealth?

So, she put her bag down and sat directly opposite Jian Wanjun.

Jian Wanjun's action of making tea paused for a second. He originally wanted to let Xin Ai dry first, to give her a showdown and make her afraid for a while, but he didn't expect that this girl didn't want to do this, she was thick-skinned.

Xin Ai didn't mince words: "Mr. Jian, please tell me directly if you have anything to say. I have to catch the train and don't have that much time."

Jian Wanjun raised his head and glanced at Xin Ai, his eyes a little surprised. Isn't this girl too arrogant? Relying on his son's favor, he actually doesn't take him seriously?

Who dared to say such a thing to him?

Not to mention this Mingdu, even in the whole country, not everyone who wants to see him can see him, but she is fine, it seems that she is not happy yet.

Looking at Xin Ai's sitting posture, the displeasure in her eyes was even worse. Although she was dressed a little more plainly, she came from a small family and had no education. She didn't even understand basic manners.

Such a woman would dream of entering Jian's house.

If Xin Ai knew this, he would probably laugh so hard that he burst into tears. What a joke if he entered Jian's house.