After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 44 Undercurrents on Christmas Eve
Sang Shuwan helplessly held her forehead and sighed softly. All the entanglement and helplessness in her heart turned into this silent action. She opened her mouth and wanted to criticize Jiang Cimu for his impulsive behavior, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back and finally stopped talking.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard. Sang Shuwan lowered her eyes, her thoughts drifting away. It was indeed her fault for not thinking carefully. When she accepted the variety show, she was pushed by the tight schedule of the production team. She was only thinking about the exposure the show could bring, and she even forgot to mention the male partner to Jiang Cimu. In the current situation, in the final analysis, she was at fault.

Jiang Cimu looked at her like this, and his momentum weakened a little. He raised his hand and gently held her wrist, pulling her to sit on the sofa. "I was impatient just now, please don't be angry with me." Jiang Cimu's voice was soft, his eyes full of apology, "But as long as I think about you and others pretending to be a couple in front of the camera, my heart feels like being scratched by a cat, I really can't stand it."

Sang Shuwan raised her eyes and met his gaze full of concern and anxiety. The anger in her heart instantly dissipated without a trace. She shook her head gently: "I'm not angry with you. It's my fault that I didn't explain it to you clearly in advance and made things like this. It's just that it's hard to explain to the production team. I'm afraid Alice will have to spend a lot of effort to deal with it."

"Don't worry about that. Alice is smart and capable, so let her take care of the coordination." Jiang Cimu patted her hands and comforted her, "As long as I can be with you, I am confident that I can handle the difficulties in the program and the pressure from public opinion. You just need to focus on being yourself, and I will take care of the rest."

Sang Shuwan listened to his confident words, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and a warm feeling rose in her heart. Maybe Jiang Cimu's behavior was a bit rash, but the care he had for her made her feel particularly at ease. With him by her side in the future variety show, maybe she could really create a different landscape.

The night was like a soft black cloth, slowly falling, shrouding the whole room in silence. Jiang Cimu walked into the kitchen quietly, thinking about making a heart-warming meal to dispel the haze in Sang Shuwan's heart. He tied an apron, skillfully took out pots and pans from the cupboard, and began to cook egg noodles for her.

The water from the tap flowed out. Jiang Cimu filled a half pot and placed it on the stove. In a moment, the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot, the water gradually boiled, and steam rose. He neatly cracked two eggs into the pot. The egg whites and yolks quickly coagulated in the boiling water, and the edges were golden. Then, he grabbed a handful of noodles and sprinkled them evenly into the pot. The thin noodles were instantly wrapped in hot water.

Jiang Cimu stared at the pot intently, stirring the noodles with chopsticks from time to time to prevent them from sticking. At this moment, Sang Shuwan was leaning on the sofa in the living room, with an old movie playing on TV at a very low volume, just as background music. She held a French fry in her mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound, her eyes fixed on the direction of the kitchen, watching Jiang Cimu's busy back, and the smile in her eyes could not be hidden.

Soon, Jiang Cimu scooped the cooked noodles into a large bowl and poured the carefully cooked soup on it. The soup was cooked with bones for several hours in advance, and it was rich and fragrant. Then, he topped it with fresh fried eggs and green chopped green onions, and the delicious egg noodles were ready. He held the noodles and walked carefully to the sofa, rubbed Sang Shuwan's head with his chin, and whispered, "The noodles are ready, eat them while they're hot."

Sang Shuwan sat up straight and took the bowl of noodles. The hot steam hit her face, making her feel warm. She picked up a chopstick of noodles, slurped it, and praised vaguely: "It smells so good. You really understand me." Jiang Cimu sat down beside her and stroked her hair by her ears with his hand. He said lovingly: "If it tastes good, eat more. When you are full, all your worries will go away."

Sang Shuwan ate the noodles in big mouthfuls. After the warm soup went down her throat, her stomach was full and her heart was even more full. The night was getting darker outside the window, but the house was warm and cozy. With Jiang Cimu's meticulous care, the little twists and turns in the variety show didn't seem to matter so much.

Sang Shuwan ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, her cheeks bulging like a little squirrel hoarding food. The warm soup and smooth noodles not only filled her stomach, but also made her whole body warm. Halfway through the meal, she suddenly paused, as if she suddenly remembered something important. With sparkling eyes, she looked at Jiang Cimu and said, "Hey, I almost forgot, Christmas is coming soon!"

Jiang Cimu was slightly startled. Before he could respond, Sang Shuwan had already put down his bowl and chopsticks, grabbed his arm with both hands, and shook it with a joyful look on her face: "Let's finish this meal and go to the Christmas party together! We've been recording variety shows and making mistakes recently, and we're exhausted. It's a good time to relax during the holidays and feel the lively atmosphere."

Jiang Cimu looked at the expectation in her eyes, his heart softened, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, he raised his hand to wipe the soup from the corner of her mouth, and nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

After getting the permission, Sang Shuwan became more excited. He finished the remaining noodles in the bowl in a few bites, got up and ran to the bedroom, shouting as he ran: "Then I'll go pick out some clothes and dress up nicely." Jiang Cimu smiled as he cleaned up the dishes. He listened to the noise of rummaging through the drawers in the bedroom, feeling helpless and doting.

Soon, Sang Shuwan came out in a red dress, as bright as a rose in full bloom in winter, with the hem of her skirt swaying gently, highlighting her graceful figure. She tilted her head, blinked, and asked Jiang Cimu: "How is it, does it look good?" Jiang Cimu walked up to her, tucked the hair behind her ears, and looked at her with admiration: "It looks great, you must be the most eye-catching person at the party tonight."

The two of them went out hand in hand. The streets outside had already been decorated anew. Colorful Christmas lights were flashing, and the Christmas trees on the street were hung with a variety of decorations. Silver bells were ringing, and snowflakes were falling, like broken diamonds from the sky. Along the way, Sang Shuwan was as excited as a child, stopping from time to time to show Jiang Cimu the novel Christmas decorations.

When they arrived at the party, cheerful Christmas songs lingered in their ears, people wore Santa hats, held champagne, and laughed one after another. Sang Shuwan pulled Jiang Cimu into the crowd, blending into this lively atmosphere, throwing away all the worries of the variety show and the disturbances of the outside world, and fully immersed in the Christmas Eve that belonged only to the two of them.

In the crowd, Jiang Cimu was walking with Sang Shuwan in the lively party, surrounded by laughter and toasts. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a tall man not far away - that was Chu Ling! Jiang Cimu's heart skipped a beat and he cursed secretly: "Damn it, he still has evil intentions."

Chu Ling was wearing a well-tailored suit, which made him look neat and handsome. He was chatting and laughing with others with a faint smile on his face. But Jiang Cimu knew his inner thoughts very well. In the past, Chu Ling had approached Sang Shuwan under the guise of cooperation. Those blatant overtures and deliberately created encounters made Jiang Cimu very angry. Sang Shuwan noticed that Jiang Cimu was different, followed his gaze, saw Chu Ling, frowned slightly, and subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Cimu. "Why is he here too?" Sang Shuwan muttered softly, with a displeased tone.

Jiang Ci Mu put his arms around her shoulders and held her in his arms. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of vigilance and warning: "Who knows what he is planning? Don't be afraid, I'm here." As he spoke, Chu Ling seemed to sense something and glanced over. Seeing Jiang Ci Mu and Sang Shuwan snuggling together, his face changed slightly, but returned to normal in an instant. He held a wine glass and walked towards them.

"Shuwan, long time no see." Chu Ling ignored Jiang Cimu's unfriendly look and greeted Sang Shuwan directly with a seemingly gentle smile on his lips.

Sang Shuwan nodded coldly: "Mr. Chu, it's been a while since we last met."

Chu Ling seemed not to notice the alienation in her words. He looked back and forth between the two of them and said meaningfully, "Oh, it seems like you two are getting closer and closer. It's such a coincidence that we meet here at the Christmas party today."

Jiang Cimu snorted coldly and tightened his grip on Sang Shuwan: "Chu Ling, stop being so sarcastic. We are here to celebrate the festival. If you have nothing else to do, stay away from us."

Chu Ling was not annoyed. He gently shook his glass and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Don't be so angry. We are all in the same circle. We can just reminisce when we meet. Besides, Shu Wan is so outstanding. It's always good to have more friends who care about him."

Jiang Ci Mu was about to lose his temper when Sang Shuwan reached out and held his arm. He raised his eyes to look at Chu Ling with a cold expression: "Mr. Chu, I can choose my own friends. Ci Mu and I have plans today, so I won't accompany you." After that, he turned around and took Jiang Ci Mu and left quickly.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Cimu turned around and saw Chu Ling still standing there looking at them, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes. He secretly swore that he would never let Chu Ling take advantage of the opportunity to disrupt his and Sang Shuwan's peaceful life.

Chu Ling raised his chin slightly, with a meaningful smile on his face, and spoke slowly: "Shu Wan, the variety show you recently participated in was funded by me." As he said that, he turned his gaze to Jiang Cimu, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, "Mr. Jiang, did you watch it? The show is pretty good, isn't it?"

Jiang Cimu's body froze instantly, his brain exploded with a buzz, the anger in his heart rose up, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and his joints turned white. He stared at Chu Ling intently, squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "So it was you who was behind this!" In an instant, all the clues were connected - no wonder Sang Shuwan went to participate in a variety show with a male partner without saying a word, no wonder the program schedule was finalized so hastily, it turned out that Chu Ling secretly handed over the variety show contract, carefully set up such a trap, and dragged Sang Shuwan in step by step.

Sang Shuwan's eyes widened, his face full of shock and astonishment. He suddenly turned to look at Chu Ling and asked, "Chu Ling, what on earth do you want to do? Why are you doing this?"

Chu Ling shrugged and spread his hands innocently: "Shu Wan, don't get me wrong, I'm doing this for your own good. You've been in the industry for so long, your acting skills are impeccable, you just lack an opportunity to become famous, this variety show is so popular, I'm thinking I can help you and make you famous."

"Stop pretending here!" Jiang Cimu interrupted him angrily, took a step forward, protected Sang Shuwan behind him, and said with wide eyes, "What are you thinking? Don't think I can't see it. Under the guise of investment, you deliberately arranged a male partner. Aren't you just trying to sow discord between Shuwan and me?"

Chu Ling raised his lips in an imperceptible arc, and chuckled, "Jiang Cimu, don't be too confident. Shu Wan is an independent artist, she has her own career pursuits, maybe she is willing to take on this variety show. Aren't you afraid of hindering her future by interfering like this?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Jiang Cimu was completely enraged and raised his hand to punch, but Sang Shuwan was quick to grab his arm and shouted anxiously, "Cimu, don't be impulsive! Fighting won't solve the problem."

Jiang Cimu's chest rose and fell violently. He suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth, "Chu Ling, just wait. This matter is not over yet. Sooner or later, I will settle this account with you."

Sang Shuwan turned to look at Chu Ling with a cold gaze: "Mr. Chu, no matter what your purpose is, don't interfere in my affairs in the future. I will finish recording this variety show according to the contract, but this will not happen again. If you try to play tricks again, I will not be easily messed with." After that, he pulled Jiang Cimu away quickly, leaving Chu Ling standing there, the smile on his face gradually faded, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)