After a night of rest, Xia Qingtian felt she had recovered to her best state, even considering whether to return to the set early.
The sound of a door closing came from next door. Xia Qingtian guessed that Mobius had gotten up early for work.
Just as she was about to greet him, she remembered the awkwardness of last night.
She silently withdrew her hand, which had been reaching for the door, heard the elevator ding, and after the elevator doors closed, she opened her door a crack.
Xia Qingtian sighed as she looked at the elevator. As she lowered her gaze, she noticed the meal box placed outside her door.
"Breakfast: Egg pancake, red bean porridge, cold dish. Please leave the meal box at the door after eating. Wishing you a smooth workday."
Seeing the label on the meal box and the neat handwriting, Xia Qingtian felt a surge of guilt.
This feeling didn't disappear even after she finished the breakfast and washed the meal box, placing it by the door.
Looking at Mobius's door, Xia Qingtian sighed silently.
"Ding," the elevator behind her chimed.
Xia Qingtian blinked and turned around to see Wen Jiu, dressed casually, walking out of the elevator. "Morning."
Xia Qingtian immediately greeted Wen Jiu and invited her in.
"I'll tidy up and be ready to leave. Please wait a moment," Xia Qingtian said sheepishly.
"Going back to the set? Didn't you take leave?" Wen Jiu asked, sitting cross-legged in a chair by the dining table, resting her chin on one hand.
"Yes, there's nothing much going on now. I want to go back early and not cause any trouble for the crew," Xia Qingtian said while tidying up. "Besides, Xiaoxiao will worry if she's there alone."
"Alright then." Wen Jiu was only responsible for protecting Xia Qingtian and didn't want to interfere too much. However, her gaze fell on the scattered clothes on the sofa, the shoes haphazardly placed at the entrance, and the crumpled paper outside the trash can in the corner.
She felt a pang of annoyance.
By the time Xia Qingtian finished tidying up and reappeared in the living room, looking radiant, she found her living room had been completely transformed.
Wen Jiu was now sitting in the chair as before, propping her chin with one hand and complaining, "For a celebrity, your home looks like a pigsty! Tsk... what a mess!"
Hearing this, Xia Qingtian could only give a dry laugh, silently grumbling to herself, "As expected of Wen Ning's sister... her洁癖 (cleanliness obsession) is on a similar level."
However, since Wen Jiu had helped clean up, Xia Qingtian still thanked her.
As soon as the two left Xiaoyao Pavilion, a suspicious-looking car followed them.
The person in the car spotted Xia Qingtian and reported into their phone, "Target acquired."
"Proceed according to the original plan." Uncle Yu Er's eyes were bloodshot, and his face, having not slept all night, looked extremely unpleasant.
"Yes."
After hearing the other party's reply, Uncle Yu Er turned to Yu Linwan, who was in the other side of the room, and said, "It's good that you provided the information. Otherwise, finding her would have been really difficult. That Xia Qingtian really lives in Xiaoyao Pavilion."
Upon hearing Uncle Yu Er's words, Yu Linwan clenched her fists tightly at her side, her facial expression contorted with jealousy.
She wished she were wrong.
When she called Gu Yaoyang last night, she had desperately hoped that Gu Yaoyang's words were just out of anger, said to make her jealous.
How could someone as aloof and distant as him casually live with a woman?
But!
But Xia Qingtian actually moved into Xiaoyao Pavilion.
She couldn't believe that Xia Qingtian, a mere eighteenth-tier actress, could afford a place in Xiaoyao Pavilion unless she was truly living with Gu Yaoyang.
Every time she thought of this, Yu Linwan felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Providing this information to Uncle Yu Er was just a moment of desperation, but she didn't expect it to all be true!
Yu Linwan felt as if she were burning alive with jealousy.
"Go to hell, you slut!"
The last bit of her hesitation and sympathy vanished the moment she learned that Xia Qingtian had come out of Xiaoyao Pavilion.
Yu Linwan now had only one thought: "Go to hell!"
Meanwhile, Xia Qingtian and Wen Jiu set off for the film set.
The previously clear road suddenly became congested, as if there had been a traffic accident not far ahead.
Many vehicles chose to detour, and the car Xia Qingtian was in also decided to turn at the next intersection for a slightly longer but smoother route.
For some reason, after turning at the intersection, several cars suddenly emerged, blocking Xia Qingtian's car in the middle.
With their speed and visibility restricted, the driver tried to change lanes several times without success and realized something was wrong: "It seems we've run into trouble."
"Can you shake them off?" Xia Qingtian asked.
After trying a few more times, the driver shook his head and said, "Can't shake them off."
"Then pull over," Wen Jiu said. "Let me drive."
"Yes." The driver complied and slowed down, attempting to pull over.
However, the car behind them showed no mercy and rear-ended them, causing a chase.
The car shook violently before coming to a halt.
The vehicles flanking them also stopped, and then several burly men, clearly there to cause trouble, got out of those cars.
"This..." Cold sweat broke out on the driver's forehead as he nervously looked back at Xia Qingtian and Wen Jiu.
"Climb into the passenger seat yourself," Wen Jiu said coldly from the back seat. "Leave the driver's seat for me."
The driver, unsure what to do, obediently followed her instructions.
The troublemakers had already surrounded their car.
The leader forcefully knocked on the car window, cursing, "Can't you drive! Who told you to brake suddenly! Get out now!"
The driver wanted to tell the man he was spouting nonsense.
He had slowed down and pulled over, driving according to regulations. The car behind him not only failed to maintain a safe distance but also intentionally rear-ended him after he had slowed to stop.
Seeing the driver climb into the passenger seat, Wen Jiu used her hands to grip the seat and swiftly moved to the driver's seat. She then looked back at Xia Qingtian and asked, "Can you use a gun?"
"I've handled modified guns and taken shooting lessons," Xia Qingtian replied honestly.
"That's enough." Wen Jiu unholstered the firearm from her waist and tossed it to Xia Qingtian. "Just scare them, don't actually shoot. Writing reports is too troublesome."
Xia Qingtian caught the gun Wen Jiu threw and fiddled with it, saying, "It's quite a bit heavier than the guns at the shooting club."
Wen Jiu just smiled without replying, but the look in her eyes became increasingly wild and intriguing.
The people outside the car were still banging forcefully on the car.
The car had a special coating, so the back seats were not visible from outside the windows. The attackers seemed determined to break into the car, shaking it and hitting the windows and body with their fists, creating a frightening clanging sound.
When Xia Qingtian rolled down the car window, someone immediately reached in to grab her.
They missed their target but felt a cold, metallic object press against their palm.