Starlight Has No Past - Chapter 43 Part 1

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.



Starlight Has No Past
Chapter 43 Part 1

When Zhou Tingsheng woke up, the other half of the bed was already empty, though some body heat lingered. He could smell the fragrance from her hair on the other pillow, mixed with the smell of alcohol and her body scent. The smell felt like it had flowed out from his most passionate dream.

Ye Qiao had already washed off the smell of alcohol from last night. She walked into the room while drying her hair with the mild fragrance of shower gel: “You’re awake?”
Zhou Tingsheng leaned against the headboard, chest bare, and looked at her.
Ye Qiao sat down along the edge of the bed and set her damp hair on his chest as if she didn’t notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt: “Who arranged the birthday party last night?”
“Shen Ting.” Zhou Tingsheng took the towel to wipe her hair dry as he explained: “The agency had her arrange it and she told me to keep it a secret.”

Ye Qiao wasn’t surprised about that but: “And she also came up with the idea of the rain and lights?”
“She came to ask me for any creative ideas for the party. I told her about that.” Zhou Tingsheng rubbed her hair with the towel: “Didn’t you want to see it?”
“En.” She was surprised that a person who didn’t seem to take anything seriously would remember an art exhibit which she had mentioned off handedly. Ye Qiao was quite moved by the thought and felt sorry that he didn’t even have a bite of cake last night: “Why didn’t you eat the cake with us last night? There were so many people there, the film crew and fans, no one would’ve noticed you.”
“What’s so good about cake?” He stopped moving the towel and smiled meaningfully: “What I can have, no one else can.”

Zhou Tingsheng’s hand slipped into Ye Qiao’s bathrobe. Ye Qiao grabbed his wrist: “I’m having a serious conversation.” Zhou Tingsheng whispered in her ear with a light chuckle: “What about this is serious?”
Ye Qiao tried to push him away, but her waist was held tightly between his two arms. They rolled together onto the bed just as the doorbell rang.
-- -- “Good morning, room service.”
Zhou Tingsheng couldn’t believe what he just heard, but Ye Qiao giggled, pushed him away, and went to the door, pulling her bathrobe back together.

She had ordered some breakfast earlier in the morning.
After breakfast, she planned to go to the theater to watch the <The Watcher> and measure the audience’s response during the first day showing. This had become a habit of hers for all the movies she’d been in. Since Zhou Tingsheng was here, she took him with her to the theatre. Ye Qiao had turned a date into a research project. In addition, because of her popularity lately, she had to disguise herself whenever she went out publicly. Zhou Tingsheng wasn’t too excited about the arrangement.

When Ye Qiao walked into the showroom and discovered there wasn’t anyone there, she didn’t voice any complaints.
Zhou Tingsheng, however, could tell that she wasn’t quite happy about it: “To support my woman, I just bought a few more tickets. What’s the big deal?”
“This is a few more tickets?” He had actually bought the entire showroom. Ye Qiao wanted to watch the movie in a theatre to experience the effects of the movie in person and secondly to get the bona fide real time reaction from the audience. Now with only the two of them in the audience, she couldn’t achieve her second purpose of being in the theatre.
Zhou Tingsheng, on the other hand, had an unpleasant memory of watching movies with her in the theatre and wasn’t going to compromise on the arrangement.

Translated by Team DHH at http://dhh-workshop.blogspot.com.