The Rebirth of a Top Star

When Shen Nanqiao said those words, all the smiles were concentrated in the last few words.

Song Shiyuan smiled too. With a smile, he took Shen Nanqiao's fingers away, then leaned close to her and reverently kissed her forehead: "Goodnight, Miss Shen."

Shen Nanqiao was surprised to find that it was Song Shiyuan who knocked on her door again that morning.

Shen Nanqiao stood at the door and asked Song Shiyuan, "What's wrong? Is the big boss not coming to work today?"

Last night, Song Shiyuan said that he usually didn't have time to reply to messages because he was at work.

As a result, Shen Nanqiao thought he was going to work, but instead he was standing at her own doorstep.

Song Shiyuan's hand was on the door, but Shen Nanqiao was blocking it, so he couldn't get in. Therefore, Song Shiyuan wanted to open Shen Nanqiao's door.

“Even working has its hours, capitalists.” Song Shiyuan said with a smile as he forcefully pushed open Shen Nanqiao’s door.

Shen Nanqiao stopped blocking him and made room for Song Shiyuan to come in.

Shen Nanqiao hadn't even noticed that it was already Saturday.

"Do you guys still have weekends off?" Shen Nanqiao asked Song Shiyuan curiously. The entertainment company Shen Nanqiao worked for didn't have weekends off. Even if there were fixed rest days, someone would always be on duty.

Even Shen Nanqiao, who usually only checks the date when she goes to work, doesn't have time to pay attention to what day of the week it is. As long as there is time or an event, she must be on duty.

Therefore, Shen Nanqiao, who was resting for the past few days, was not so sensitive to the dates.

Song Shiyuan was very familiar with the layout of the apartment. When he opened the cabinet door, all he saw were Shen Nanqiao's cute little slippers, not even one that he could slip his feet into.

On one hand, I was unhappy, but after thinking about it, I became happy again.

That means that before she came, no man had ever been invited by Shen Nanqiao.

Song Shiyuan looked up, about to say something to Shen Nanqiao, when Shen Nanqiao took out a stack of familiar white items from the corner between the shoe cabinet and the wall.

Before Song Shiyuan could say anything, Shen Nanqiao took out the contents of the bag: "Just wear these disposable ones for now."

Song Shiyuan's smug expression was instantly shattered.

So that's why only Shen Nanqiao's slippers were in the house. It wasn't that she didn't invite guests; she treated everyone equally, and everyone who came wore disposable slippers.

Song Shiyuan resignedly put them on; Shen Nanqiao had bought only one size fits all. A section of Song Shiyuan's heel was sticking out, and Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but chuckle as she followed behind.

Shen Nanqiao, dressed in her home pajamas, didn't rush back to change just because it was Song Shiyuan knocking on the door. Instead, she sat down comfortably next to the sofa where Song Shiyuan had just sat down.

He sat comfortably cross-legged next to Song Shiyuan.

"Have you had breakfast?" Song Shiyuan asked, trying to start a conversation.

He felt he should eat, because he had already finished running and showered before coming down to find Shen Nanqiao. In the past, when Shen Nanqiao ran with him, she would also get up very early.

Unexpectedly, Shen Nanqiao spoke without even thinking, her eyes still on her phone, "No, I only woke up when you knocked on the door." As she finished speaking, Shen Nanqiao opened her mouth and yawned loudly.

I'm really tired. I stayed up late reading novels last night and didn't get enough sleep today.

One day, Shen Nanqiao was browsing Weibo on her alternate account when she suddenly came across a fanfiction about herself and Gu Ning. She hadn't intended to read it seriously, but she accidentally clicked on it and was immediately drawn in by the melodramatic plot and skillful writing.

How come I never realized this kind of novel was so good before? The only trouble is that every time I read it, I have to consciously ignore the three characters "Shen Nanqiao" that are exactly the same as my own name.

Shen Nanqiao stayed up all night watching many of these mindless short dramas last night, and there was still one she hadn't finished watching. Shen Nanqiao was watching it now, and her phone didn't have a privacy screen protector. In Song Shiyuan's eyes, her current actions were tantamount to running naked.

At first, these characters were just a long string of ants to Song Shiyuan, but after Shen Nanqiao slid down again, Song Shiyuan spotted a few words.

For example: Shen Nanqiao, Gu Ning, kissing, hugging; and so on.

Shen Nanqiao had already developed a keen eye and ignored it, her hand scrolling down quickly. But Song Shiyuan couldn't ignore it. "What are you looking at?" he asked, pretending to be eager to learn.

Shen Nanqiao must have seen something funny, because she burst out laughing. She quickly turned off her phone, composed herself, and said, "Nothing. It's nothing."

If Song Shiyuan hadn't noticed Shen Nanqiao's focused expression just now, he would have been fooled by her sudden change of expression.

Shen Nanqiao simply stuffed her phone into the space between the sofa and her buttocks. If Shen Nanqiao's fans saw this now, they would probably just sigh: "So everyone has the same habit."

Song Shiyuan didn't plan to discuss this topic for long.

He returned to what he had said earlier: "Why didn't you eat breakfast?" As he spoke, he stood up and said, "What's in the fridge? I'll make you something."

Shen Nanqiao hurriedly put on her slippers and stood up, trying to stop Song Shiyuan.

It's not certain whether Song Shiyuan's slippers had less friction than Shen Nanqiao's, but Shen Nanqiao hadn't managed to stop Song Shiyuan from opening Shen Nanqiao's refrigerator.

The refrigerator was open and two large, living people were standing together. It was completely empty; apart from the double doors on the outside, there was nothing inside.

The cool blue light illuminated the inside of the refrigerator clearly. Shen Nanqiao followed behind Song Shiyuan, watching the awkward scene, and quietly said, "How about I order some takeout?" She held up her phone, which showed the takeout ordering page.

Song Shiyuan silently closed the refrigerator and said to Shen Nanqiao, "You can order your own food, I've already eaten."

Shen Nanqiao stopped swiping her finger. "You've already eaten. Don't tell me you went for a morning run today."

Song Shiyuan nodded, but this time he didn't say anything.

Shen Nanqiao couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "You're really amazing!" Shen Nanqiao then slumped back into her seat, where there was still a small dent.

"Aren't you going to order takeout?" Song Shiyuan couldn't help but ask when she didn't continue.

Shen Nanqiao looked up at Song Shiyuan, who was still holding the page she hadn't finished reading.

"If you're not going to eat, then I won't order anything. I don't eat breakfast." Shen Nanqiao said, then lowered her head, ignoring Song Shiyuan who was still watching her.

Seeing that Shen Nanqiao's focus had really returned to her phone, Song Shiyuan sighed silently, sat down next to Shen Nanqiao, and asked a few trivial questions.

"Didn't you used to go for morning runs? I haven't seen you lately." Song Shiyuan couldn't help but glance at Shen Nanqiao's phone.

Shen Nanqiao answered with her mouth, her eyes not looking away: "That wasn't before, when you asked me to run alongside you, otherwise I probably wouldn't have been able to last those few days."

Shen Nanqiao didn't hide anything, and even added, "I gained weight while staying at home back then, and I wanted to lose weight to look better on camera."

Song Shiyuan looked at Shen Nanqiao's exposed elbows at home. She was wearing cotton pajamas with long sleeves that covered her arms, and even though only a small part of her arms was showing, she already looked very thin.

“You’re not fat,” Song Shiyuan stated his opinion.

"I know." Shen Nanqiao didn't mince words, and besides, Song Shiyuan wasn't one of those hypocritical colleagues in the entertainment industry, so Shen Nanqiao didn't need to think about what she was going to say next.

"Then what's with your empty refrigerator?" It was another new question from President Song. This time, Shen Nanqiao looked up and glanced at the refrigerator standing there. Its huge size made Shen Nanqiao sense a hint of resentment, as if it was blaming Shen Nanqiao for not filling it up.

Shen Nanqiao laughed and said to Song Shiyuan, "I usually live on set, so I don't have to cook for myself. I don't know when I'll leave after I come back, so there's no need to buy groceries. They spoil easily, don't you think, President Song?"

Shen Nanqiao addressed this topic seriously, adding, "Although I order takeout every day at home, it's all low-fat meals."

Shen Nanqiao almost raised three fingers to guarantee it. For a moment, she wondered if Song Shiyuan was using the guise of concern to examine whether she was qualified as an actress and whether she was being strict with herself.

Although the cooperation was only verbally agreed upon yesterday and doesn't count anymore, Shen Nanqiao still maintains her professional ethics.

Besides, the main reason is that Song Shiyuan's questions were quite technical.

First, ask yourself why you don't run, exercise to improve your physique, and be wary of becoming overweight.

The next second they're telling you to eat healthily. Isn't that blatant surveillance?

Shen Nanqiao was unhappy. She wasn't being monitored by her boss first thing in the morning. She changed her sitting position, now facing the opposite direction from before. At first, if Song Shiyuan wanted to see the contents of Shen Nanqiao's phone, he had to secretly look at it while she was talking. Now, Shen Nanqiao's position was practically showing it to Song Shiyuan.

Song Shiyuan stopped talking, and Shen Nanqiao thought he had finished speaking, so she continued to look at her phone. There was a long description on it. Actually, the protagonists this time were not Shen Nanqiao and Gu Ning, but rather the characters in the drama that had just finished filming.

Shen Nanqiao looked at that familiar name. Thanks to Shen Nanqiao, the popularity of her dramas, which haven't even been released yet, has also made them popular.

Shen Nanqiao was just getting to the climax when the people behind her couldn't sit still any longer. The earlier descriptions were just mild, but the current content was definitely not suitable for children.

Shen Nanqiao was able to simply block it and pretend she didn't see it, but Song Shiyuan couldn't. Although he was a little angry, he couldn't vent his anger.

Shen Nanqiao was engrossed in watching the show when the villainous second female lead came to cause trouble. Song Shiyuan, who was behind her, immediately reached out and hugged Shen Nanqiao.

"What are you looking at so intently?" Shen Nanqiao had been so engrossed in what she was looking at that she had completely forgotten about her ambiguous relationship with someone behind her.

"That's it," Shen Nanqiao thought, "he must have absorbed everything."

She immediately turned off her phone. Song Shiyuan's arms were still like two mountains pressing down on her shoulders. Shen Nanqiao didn't understand why she felt guilty. She turned around in Song Shiyuan's arms and nestled comfortably in his embrace.

She buried her face in Song Shiyuan's chest and said, "I didn't see anything."

Shen Nanqiao decided to play dead.

This action stunned Song Shiyuan. He was holding a warm stove in his arms, and the warmth from Shen Nanqiao's recent move from the quilt seemed to have not yet dissipated. Shen Nanqiao was very warm now.

In Song Shiyuan's arms, he felt incredibly present.

Putting everything else aside, this move is truly effective. In an instant, Song Shiyuan had forgotten what he was about to say; only his hands remained suspended in mid-air, unsure of how to react.

Shen Nanqiao closed her eyes in Song Shiyuan's arms. It was actually quite comfortable, much more comfortable than the touch she had imagined the night before.

Yes, the reason Shen Nanqiao didn't get up early today is because she couldn't sleep last night because she was thinking too much and didn't go to bed early.

Those familiar with Shen Nanqiao will know that although she loves to sleep in when she's not working, she always maintains her own schedule.

But Song Shiyuan, who was sitting next to Shen Nanqiao, was unaware of all this. His arms were raised in the air for a long time, and finally he half-enclosed Shen Nanqiao, who had snuggled into his arms, in a semi-enclosed posture.

Shen Nanqiao's legs were on the sofa, while Song Shiyuan was still wearing his open-heeled slippers. The two of them were embracing each other in a strange yet tender way.

Song Shiyuan stopped talking, no longer saying what he wanted to say.

Shen Nanqiao closed her eyes, feeling somewhat comfortable. Before she knew it, the two of them remained in this position, and Shen Nanqiao fell asleep.

Song Shiyuan continued talking to Shen Nanqiao. Seeing that she didn't reply, he thought Shen Nanqiao was still avoiding what he had just said, and said, "It's okay, I can pretend I didn't see it."

Shen Nanqiao didn't reply. After waiting for a long time, Song Shiyuan finally realized that Shen Nanqiao had fallen asleep, her hair was messy, but she was sleeping soundly.

Song Shiyuan immediately wanted to take back what he had said, realizing he had thought Shen Nanqiao was just embarrassed.

Song Shiyuan laid Shen Nanqiao flat on the sofa and used a cushion as a pillow for her. Fortunately, the room was well heated, so she wouldn't get sick if she slept directly on it.

Song Shiyuan picked up the blanket that Shen Nanqiao had just piled up at her feet and covered her with it, then stood up and went into the kitchen.

I caught a glimpse of some ingredients just now, enough to make a congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Shen Nanqiao was woken up by the aroma of the house. The smells seemed to have been conspired to enter her brain through her nose, making it impossible for her to go back to sleep.

Shen Nanqiao stood up and followed the smell into the kitchen. Song Shiyuan was wearing the pink apron he had bought when he first moved in. Although it didn't fit him properly, it suited him inexplicably.

Shen Nanqiao stood behind Song Shiyuan, watching the porridge he had prepared for her being ladled out. She reached out to take it, asking, "How long have I been asleep?"

Shen Nanqiao never expected that she would be able to take a nap when there were other people at home.

"Less than fifty minutes." Song Shiyuan glanced at the time.

Two bowls of porridge were placed on the dining table. Song Shiyuan, being selfish, filled Shen Nanqiao's bowl to the brim, while his own was only half a bowl to keep her company.

Song Shiyuan brought a spoon and handed it to Shen Nanqiao, saying, "Eat up."

Through the spoon, Shen Nanqiao saw Song Shiyuan holding the spoon and remarked, "You're quite good-looking."