Easily Set Aflame

Chapter 15 - To Dote Even a Bit More

Chapter 15.1 — To Dote Even a Bit More (1)

Tune of Yong'an's success was somewhat beyond expectations. Jia He had just submitted the script for the final episode of that drama adaptation from the novel, and then Director Jiang was already calling her. The general tenor of the conversation was simply that he wanted to film a sequel for Tune of Yong'an. Sprawled on the bed, still a little groggy, Jia He responded with "mm-hmm, mm-hmms" and "uh-huh, uh-huhs." Then, tossing the phone aside, she flopped back into Yi Wenze's embrace and carried on sleeping.

It was a full minute later before she was finally able to link those few sentences together.

And then, she clutched Yi Wenze's arm and began swinging it. "A sequel! The thing I hate most is sequels."

The eyelashes of the person in front of her fluttered, but he did not open his eyes, instead reaching his arms out and circling her tightly in them. "Good morning, my wife." His breath brushed against her ear. Practically without making a sound, he sealed away her voice behind his lips. However, before long, her mobile phone started ringing again. Pulling one arm out from the covers, she groped around for quite some time before she was able to answer the call.

On the other end, Qiao Qiao was chortling. "Congratulations. The discussions for a sequel have started, and you can start the ones about your price, too. I'm totally relying on you to make me a famous producer."

Jia He was nearly unable to gasp in a breath. With all her might, she tried to make her voice sound normal. "I'll call you... in a bit."

Qiao Qiao was astonished. "It's so early, but you're busy already? That's not like your normal schedule."

Jia He clenched her teeth together tightly, already unable to utter anything. Very soon, the person on top of her took her phone from her. Yi Wenze's voice was mild and polite, carrying a slight apologetic tone in it as he stated, "My wife is doing some morning exercise. She'll call you in a little bit."

Right as the call was being hung up, Jia He's ears were nearly deafened by Qiao Qiao...

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When they had completed their "morning exercise" and Jia He wanted to fall right back into a slumber where she was dead to the world, she at last remembered that she had a meeting to attend today. Therefore, she could only grit her teeth and drag herself out of bed. "What am I going to do? How am I going to write this sequel? We've already gotten to marriage and having babies and political stability has been achieved in the land. What, am I going to have to write in a homewrecker of some sort?" Rapidly, she organized and sorted through in her mind the most frequently used plotline patterns of the highly popular domestic dramas. And then she cringed.

If I'm really going to have to write something like that, you must as well just kill me.

"How much for one episode now?" He grabbed some clean clothing. While he turned on the faucet, he lowered his face and kissed her.

"Around eight or nine thousand [RMB], I guess. We still haven't formally talked about it." Jia He nudged him away slightly, her face so red it could dye cloth. "We're talking about something serious and proper here."

Amid the sound of gushing water, the water level in the bathtub slowly rose, layer after layer of waves slapping against the white porcelain, steam suffusing outward. He bent at the waist and looked at her, smiling tranquilly. "Honey, this is an extremely serious and proper matter."

He was practically forcing her to her doom here. Terribly bashful, Jia He shoved him into the bathtub. "Didn't we just finish morning exercise? ..." Once the words came out, though, she ended up choking herself on them. Immediately, she threw open the door and fled from there, lest she be pulled into "trouble."