Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Shang Jing stradled He Jiang’s back happily, swinging his legs as they made their way through the corridors. He chimed, “I’m going to follow you.”
He was going to find proof of their secret marriage and evidence of He Jiang’s domestic abuse to act as bargaining chips during their divorce.
He Jiang: “You need rest. I’ll get Lin Lin to send you back.”
Shang Jing: “That won’t do. I’ve injured my head, I have to follow you so it doesn't hurt.”
What if Lin Lin left him in a random place? How would he find He Jiang then?
He Jiang: “I have a filming scheduled.”
Shang Jing: “Then I’ll wait for you in the car.”
He Jiang: “Didn’t you say your head was hurting? How will you get ample rest in the car?”
Shang Jing: “Then it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“...”
He Jiang suddenly regretted risking a conflict with the film director for this bonehead.
But he ultimately did not have the heart to leave Shang Jing in the car and arranged for him to rest in the dressing room where there was a makeshift bed. To which, Shang Jing graciously accepted and proceeded to sleep like a log.
Even while the makeup artist redid He Jiang’s makeup or when the director came over to vent his frustration, warning him of the damage to his career if he continued to act like a big shot, he did not flinch, much less wake up.
He Jiang’s temples throbbed as he tried to rationalize the situation.
He is alone in the country with no family…
I am the only one he can count on here…
Fine. I will tolerate it this time.
He better get out of my sight once he recovers.
Shang Jing woke up feeling slightly better. He had been having dizzy spells since the car ride.
As he sat up and pulled the thin sheet of blanket off him, the embroidery of He Jiang’s initials at the corner of the blanket caught his eye. It was obvious the blanket was his personal item. He quickly folded the blanket and piled it neatly at the end of the bed before making his way out of the dressing room.
Shang Jing was immediately hit by the view of blue skies and endless sea. The filming was situated at the beach.
In the distan
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