Chapter 83

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Watching the two of them play, Zhao Yazhi's mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

In fact, she wished she could be alone with Wu Cheng, but unfortunately, Zhong Chuhong had inserted herself in between. However, since Zhong Chuhong treated her like an older sister and was so kind to her, she couldn't bring herself to scowl and drive her away. As a result, she could only helplessly watch as the strange, even somewhat twisted relationship between them deepened, until they were both unable to extricate themselves.

Every time she woke up in the middle of the night, she wanted to cut this relationship off once and for all. But whenever she thought about losing him, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Why should she be the one to back out? Why should she give him to another woman?

She was unwilling and couldn't bear it, so she just dragged it on!

As a result, the dragging on led to the current situation.

Sometimes, she found it strange that when she saw him playing with other women, her anger and dissatisfaction were not as great as she had imagined.

Could it be that she no longer cared about him?

She didn't think so. If she really didn't care, she wouldn't be thinking about him and missing him all the time.

In fact, she didn't realize that she had gradually become accustomed to this kind of life.

Habits are very scary things.

They are like poison, making you unable to leave or escape!

Like an inescapable fate!

Plop...

Wu Cheng 'accidentally' fell into the swimming pool, making Zhong Chuhong giggle uncontrollably. Soon, she was pulled into the pool by Wu Cheng, followed by his triumphant laughter and her indignant screams. Soon, all the sounds disappeared.

Zhao Yazhi was taken aback and found it strange, so she walked out of the hall and headed toward the pool at the back.

To her surprise, she saw the two of them kissing passionately in the pool. She spat in disgust, glared at them, and said angrily, "You two, that's enough! In broad daylight!"

Zhong Chuhong, blushing, hid in Wu Cheng's arms, not daring to look at Zhao Yazhi's angry face.

But who would have thought that she was secretly encouraging Wu Cheng, "Little rascal, Sister Zhi must be envious and jealous. Go comfort her! I want to see her blushing!"

Wu Cheng lightly patted her small, upturned buttocks and then let her go, swimming toward the edge of the pool.

Of course, he didn't listen to Zhong Chuhong's nonsense. If he did, it would be disrespectful to Zhao Yazhi. Moreover, if he did that, Zhao Yazhi's authority in front of Zhong Chuhong would be greatly reduced, which was not what he wanted. However, Zhao Yazhi did need some comfort.

Wu Cheng climbed out of the pool, and Zhao Yazhi turned to leave. When Wu Cheng looked back, Zhong Chuhong gave him a thumbs-up and then swam around the pool contentedly.

"Sorry, Sister Zhi! It was my fault, I ignored your feelings!"

On the sand, Wu Cheng held Zhao Yazhi's hand and apologized sincerely.

Zhao Yazhi glared at him and scolded, "I think you did it on purpose to upset me. Once you drive me away, you can do whatever bad things you want, right!"

Wu Cheng looked at her with a curious expression, blinking his big eyes, and said, "Sister Zhi, what kind of bad things are you talking about? I'm so innocent, I don't know anything! Why don't you tell me, and I promise not to do any bad things, okay?"

Seeing Wu Cheng's shameless appearance, Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but tap his forehead and glare at him, saying, "If you keep acting silly, I won't talk to you anymore!"

Wu Cheng chuckled, sat down next to her, put his arm around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering, "Okay, Sister Zhi, I know I was wrong. Actually, the bad things you mentioned, I most want to do with you..."

"Die, you!" Zhao Yazhi, blushing and angry, slapped his hand and then pinched the soft flesh under his ribs, scolding, "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't be gentle!"

"That's what I really feel!" Wu Cheng, looking 'reckless,' continued, "You're my wife! The bad things you mentioned, if I don't do them with you, who else would I do them with? Ah, mercy! Wife, please have mercy, I surrender, I surrender..."

Zhong Chuhong, curious, quietly walked in and saw Wu Cheng with his hands up, looking like he was about to cry, innocently looking at Zhao Yazhi and begging for mercy.

Seeing this, Zhong Chuhong couldn't help but sneer: "You're really useless, surrendering so quickly!"

When Zhao Yazhi let go of Wu Cheng, she saw the red mark on his side, which was almost turning purple, and felt a bit sorry for him.

Wu Cheng, looking like he was about to cry, saw Zhao Yazhi's concerned expression and smiled, saying, "It's fine, I'm tough. It'll be fine by tonight!"

Seeing Wu Cheng like this, Zhao Yazhi felt even more sorry for him, thinking she might have been too harsh. She got up and said, "I'll go get some medicine to apply."

Zhong Chuhong ran over, looked at the mark on Wu Cheng's side, and was stunned. She then said with a strange expression, "Little rascal, you're too good to Sister Zhi! How can you say it's fine?"

Wu Cheng was speechless and said, "Do you mean I'm not good to you? Every time you pinch me, it's almost as bad, and I don't see you being very concerned either!"

"Nonsense, I didn't pinch that hard!" Zhong Chuhong said, a bit embarrassed.

"Every time you pinch me, I'm wearing clothes, so you can't see it," Wu Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it, or Sister Zhi will feel even more guilty!"

Zhong Chuhong sneered and said, "Don't you want Sister Zhi to feel more guilty and then more concerned about you?" She huffed and said, "I'm not just going to talk, I'm going to say Sister Zhi didn't pinch hard enough! Who made you so flirtatious, getting punished is what you deserve!"

Wu Cheng lay on the sand, sighing, "Can this life go on?"

Zhong Chuhong, wearing a bikini, walked over with a smile, sat on Wu Cheng's stomach, and said, "Okay, my young master, don't be so gloomy. Don't be ungrateful, okay? I'll give you a massage and comfort you!"

Seeing her innocent and blooming appearance, Wu Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put his hand on her waist, saying, "Auntie Hong, have you ever thought about a career in acting?"

Zhong Chuhong was taken aback and then smiled, "What? Do you want to write a script for me?"

Wu Cheng nodded and said, "Originally, I wanted to wait until you graduated and then have you participate in a beauty pageant at TVB. But later, I thought that if you participated, and TVB saw that we had signed you, Mr. Shaw might come to me and demand some benefits. So, I decided against it."

In her previous life, Zhong Chuhong had entered the entertainment industry through a beauty pageant. If it weren't for her lack of skill in wearing high heels, she might have placed higher than fourth. Wu Cheng originally wanted her to participate in the pageant to get a good ranking and make up for that small regret.

But thinking about it, the pageant was not really necessary for her.

"Little rascal, what kind of script do you want to write for me?" Zhong Chuhong asked curiously.

At that moment, Zhao Yazhi walked back and saw Zhong Chuhong sitting on Wu Cheng's body. Seeing how little they were both wearing, she felt a bit angry and frowned.

But she quickly recovered and handed the ointment to Zhong Chuhong, saying, "Ah Hong, help him apply it. I'll go clean up the kitchen..."

The lunch mess still needed to be cleaned up.

Zhong Chuhong squeezed the ointment and applied it to Wu Cheng, asking, "Little rascal, tell me!"

Wu Cheng pointed to his mouth and said, "Give me a reward first, or I won't have the motivation!"

Zhong Chuhong rolled her eyes, thinking about it, and decided that this was just a bit of playful intimacy between lovers, so she leaned down and kissed him.

But Wu Cheng grabbed her head and kissed her thoroughly.

If they hadn't heard the water in the kitchen stop, they probably wouldn't have stopped.

After they parted, Zhong Chuhong glared at him playfully, lightly hitting his chest, and said, "Little rascal, are you satisfied now? Hurry up and tell me!"

Wu Cheng smacked his lips and chuckled, "I've already thought of the script. The story is set in the Qing Dynasty during the Xianfeng era. There was a scholar who failed the imperial exams many times. His father died, and his wife ran away with someone else. In despair, he hanged himself."

"What kind of lousy story is this? The main character dies at the beginning?"

"Because the main character is a ghost!" Wu Cheng chuckled.

That's right, the script Wu Cheng was talking about was the first part of the "Mr. Vampire" series, which was also a work by Wong Jing and his transition from behind the scenes to the front.

This work was from the early 1980s, and there would be no issues with making it now. Wu Cheng was also contacting Wong Jing, and once he joined East Dragon, the "Mr. Vampire" project could be launched.

The reason for having Wong Jing play the ghost was that the image of the ghost was deeply ingrained in his mind. No one else could play it as well. Another reason was that Wong Jing had a scholarly air, and no one else could capture that essence.

Of course, if Wong Jing refused, they would have to find someone else.

"You want to make a horror movie?" Zhong Chuhong asked in surprise.

Wu Cheng shook his head and smiled, "Not a horror movie, but a comedy! The female lead is three girls your age. You, of course, will be the lead. The three girls go out to play and end up at the place where the ghost hanged himself. The female lead brings back the rope he used to hang himself... and the story begins from there."

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