Chapter 307 - 293 Zhao Chun, she is already married.
The harmonious and smooth relationship between a husband and wife is inseparable from physical intimacy. Of course, children are also a bond that maintains marital affection.
As a partner, Jiang Jinghuai is quite excellent—good looks, great physique. Men, well, they get the hang of these things instinctively after the first time. Though she had become intimately involved with him, it was purely physical and didn’t extend on an emotional level.
However, Tian Sangsang didn’t overthink it too much. Emotional connection is something that develops gradually through everyday life, like a slow river winding its course.
After indulging in a carefree week, Tian Sangsang ran into Zhao Chun at the shop.
Zhao Chun was dressed very daringly today, in a pink autumn dress shirt and a pair of pants, which made his fair, handsome complexion all the more striking.
"Wow!" Meng Shuyan exclaimed as he ran to Zhao Chun’s feet. "Chun Zisu, you look so pretty today!"
"Not pretty—handsome," Zhao Chun replied with a playful grin and picked him up. "Yanyan, you’re getting cuter and cuter."
Meng Shuyan beamed brightly, his large eyes forming crescents from the compliment.
Tian Sangsang raised her brows, looking at Zhao Chun with interest. "Spill it—what good news do you have to dress so pink?"
"Ahem!" Zhao Chun’s face turned red, but he steadied himself. "The editing for *Lushan Love* has been completed, and we’ve sent it to the film studio. They said it will likely screen at the end of next month; we’ll get specifics once they inform us." Faced with Tian Sangsang, he dared not be too casual, replacing laughter with a polite smile.
He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her.
It was a round metal canister. Opening the lid revealed film reels inside. Tian Sangsang, who had never seen such reels before, curiously asked, "How do you watch this?"
"With a projector," Zhao Chun said. "If you want, you can come to my place. I have a projector."
"A projector..." Tian Sangsang looked at the reels in her hand with fascination. "No need, I’ll just buy one myself. I’ll probably need it often in the future; I can’t come to you every time."
Zhao Chun wanted to say he didn’t mind.
"By the way, have you seen it yet?"
Zhao Chun shook his head seriously. "Not yet. There are only two copies in total. I kept one, and the other is in your hands. It has to stay confidential before the film’s release." In truth, he wanted to save it for when he could watch it in a theater.
She had been about to ask if he’d admired her graceful presence, but now she swallowed her words. To be honest, she was always the one being filmed and hadn’t seen herself on screen before.
"Then I’ll go home and properly admire my own stunning beauty," Tian Sangsang said, waving the reels in her hand with a bright smile that showed a row of white teeth.
"You—you couldn’t be more narcissistic, could you?" Zhao Chun’s lashes fluttered.
"Nope~" Tian Sangsang quipped decisively.
Zhao Chun, dazzled by her smile, had to admit she wasn’t wrong. She really was a thousand times more beautiful than before. With her looks, even in their prestigious film academy, she was one in a hundred. Feeling slightly awkward, he turned his head away. "Your payment hasn’t been issued yet. Once the movie is released, your paycheck will be sent to you along with a bonus."
"A bonus too?" Tian Sangsang perked up, intrigued.
"Yeah." Zhao Chun nodded. This time around, Tian Sangsang had contributed a lot to the crew. She brought her own wardrobe, did her own makeup, and even covered some costs not long ago when the budget ran out. When the film generates revenue, besides paying salaries, any leftover funds will go toward bonuses. Zhao Chun had already decided she’d get the largest share—a decision everyone agreed on.
"Alright then, I’ll look forward to your red envelope," she said, her lips curving into a demure smile as she accepted earnestly.
When money was involved, she suddenly became poised and proper. Zhao Chun couldn’t shake the feeling that Tian Sangsang was a little different today. Her eyes, her face, her figure were all the same, yet there was an allure in her every move and smile that was unlike before.
The two walked side by side.
Meng Shuyan lay on Zhao Chun’s shoulder, listening to his mom and Chun Zisu talk, though he didn’t understand much of it.
Movies—they were the thing Mommy brought him to see with Aunt Kunling that one time, where people could appear on a big white screen. So magical!
Does that mean Mommy and Chun Zisu will be on that screen too?
"Mommy," Meng Shuyan suddenly said innocently while in Zhao Chun’s arms. "Can we bring Daddy to watch you and Chun Zisu’s movie?"
Kids didn’t understand these things. Tian Sangsang’s heart skipped a beat. Bringing Jiang Jinghuai to see this film—that’s practically asking for trouble, isn’t it? Watching his woman being affectionate with another man on screen? Considering Jiang Jinghuai’s dominating personality...
Zhao Chun’s body stiffened almost instantly. He instinctively glanced at Tian Sangsang, whose expression was awkward.
Did he forget something crucial? Tian Sangsang was married—she had a husband. Though she rarely mentioned him, and Zhao Chun hadn’t seen him, the man’s existence was undeniable.
"Are you stationed at the East Sea First Military District?"
"Yes," Tian Sangsang answered.
"I have a friend there too," Zhao Chun murmured, memories surfacing of something his grandfather had mentioned. Zhao Chun pressed his lips together—he hadn’t been in touch with Jinghuai for a while.
Tian Sangsang suddenly remembered that in the original story, Jiang Jinghuai and Zhao Chun knew each other.
"The bus is here," Zhao Chun’s voice interrupted her train of thought. She reached out to take her son from his arms. "Thank you for walking with me this far."
Zhao Chun didn’t respond, only shook his head.
"Chun Zisu, bye-bye!" Meng Shuyan waved his little hand.
Zhao Chun waved back.
She boarded the bus, paid the fare, and found an empty seat. Sure enough, she noticed Shui Lian sitting in the back row.
Enemies really do cross paths, even on a bus.
Shui Lian glared at her with a hostile expression. "Does Jinghuai know about this?"
"About what?"
"You cozying up to another man."
"The innocent have nothing to hide," Tian Sangsang replied flatly, unwilling to explain anything to Shui Lian.