The Roast Duck Misunderstanding

Before the Golden Horse Awards ceremony began, someone was eating Beijing roast duck in the dressing room.

Temporarily overcome by temptation, I sent a WeChat message to Ji Chi.

"Agent, help me order a duck."

"Make it tender but not too tough."

"..."

The other side was silent for a long time before replying: "We'll talk after you win the award."

That night, when I won the Golden Horse Award, I turned around and bumped straight into Ji Chi's firm, broad chest.

"Where's my duck?"

Ah, the fragrant roast duck!

His face darkened as he asked me: "Am I not good enough?"

Me: "???"

1

"What do you mean, are you good enough?!"

"I want a duck!"

"I just won the Golden Horse Award, and you can't even spare me one duck?"

I pushed him away, shoved the trophy into his arms, and got into the car in my high heels.

My assistant followed closely behind, while Ji Chi stayed behind to handle the media.

Back at the hotel, the more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

To squeeze into that dress the sponsor provided for the awards ceremony, I had been eating nothing but boiled everything for a month. The most I ate was chicken breast, and I was getting sick of it.

At 1.68 meters tall, do you think it's easy to maintain my weight under 45 kilograms?

All I wanted was one bite of roast duck tonight!

I had even planned to only eat the low-fat duck breast meat, and he wouldn't even indulge me in that.

Hmph!

That damned Ji Chi!

If he wouldn't order it for me, I'd order it myself!

I opened the food delivery app, and all the various duck dishes made my mouth water.

When Ji Chi came in, I was wiping my drool while answering the phone:

"Yes, yes, yes, wait for me at the front desk, I'll be right there..."

"Wen Murao! Are you that desperate?!"

He rushed over angrily, snatched my phone, told the delivery guy on the other end "cancel the order" and hung up.

Just like that... he hung up.

He was trying to starve me!

"My duck! Give me back my duck!"

I lunged at him, ready for a fight to the death.

He grabbed my hands, with an expression that seemed to say "why are you so difficult."

"Do you really want it that badly?"

Ji Chi looked like he was grinding his teeth, as if he had some deep-seated grudge against my roast duck.

I swallowed hard and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, I really want it!"

It had been a whole month, and all I wanted was one bite of roast duck.

Why should other people get to eat it when I can't?!

He seemed to be suppressing some emotion. After a moment of silence, he said: "Fine, I'll give it to you."

2

I was stunned for a moment, then instantly overjoyed.

"Really? You don't object?"

"I don't object."

"Then hurry up and order it for me!"

"Not so fast, it's too late now. I'll go back and prepare, I'll give it to you tomorrow night."

What?

I have to wait until tomorrow night?

That won't do! I'm starving right now!

"No, I want it now."

"If you don't order it for me, I'll order it myself."

Ji Chi stopped me from grabbing my phone, and the tips of his ears turned a strange shade of red.

"You..." He frowned with difficulty, his clear brows showing a conflicted expression, even with a hint of shame that was difficult to speak of.

"You have a schedule tomorrow."

Oh right, I had to film a summer commercial tomorrow, so I couldn't gain weight.

Ji Chi truly deserved his reputation as a top agent, always thinking about work.

I reluctantly agreed and made Ji Chi swear he would definitely get it for me tomorrow.

The next morning, my assistant came to pick me up and brought me a box of vegetable salad.

"Murao-jie, Brother Chi said he has something to do today and will be here later."

I nodded and pulled up pictures of Beijing roast duck on my phone.

Gazing at plums to quench my thirst.

Thinking about tonight's roast duck, I ate the grass in front of me quickly.

In the afternoon, while filming the commercial, staff members came over one by one to congratulate me on winning the Golden Horse Award for Best Actress.

I also received many congratulations from people in the industry on my work WeChat.

My trending topic was all over social media.

My fans were celebrating in my super topic as if it were Chinese New Year.

After all that, don't I deserve a whole Beijing roast duck?

I opened my private WeChat and sent Ji Chi a message to remind him: "Don't forget my duck."

Ji Chi's reply came quickly:

"Preparing."

???

What was he preparing?

Couldn't he just buy one from a restaurant??

Thinking about it, I narrowed my eyes and tentatively replied: "You're making it?"

"Mm."

Looking at Ji Chi's reply, I was a bit stunned.

I didn't expect that he would actually make roast duck himself!

Holding my phone, I excitedly sent him a voice message: "Really? I'm looking forward to it!"

"Why don't you show me some photos first?"

"I want to see if you're actually capable."

"This is my reward for winning the award, you can't be careless about it."

If it doesn't taste good, I'd rather order from Quanjude.

But Ji Chi didn't reply to me again.

Mm, he must be making the roast duck.

3

It wasn't until evening when we finished work that Ji Chi finally appeared.

He greeted the staff as usual, and when he stood beside me, he stared intently at my reflection in the mirror as I was removing my makeup.

Those deep eyes seemed to have dark ink churning within them, with complex and subtle meanings hidden in his gaze.

Vaguely, I seemed to see a hint of suppressed anticipation and nervousness in his eyes.

Sigh, he really was the type of man who strived for perfection.

He must be worried the roast duck won't turn out well.

It made sense too. I had known him for over ten years, from school until now, and I had only ever eaten his instant noodles and century egg congee.

It seemed that even he, known as an academic genius, had finally met his match.

Since he rarely cooked for me personally, I should at least give him some encouragement.

After work, I walked beside him.

"Ji Chi, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"It's your first time, so it's normal to make mistakes. You'll get used to it."

Beijing roast duck isn't easy to make, after all.

He suddenly stopped, his back rigid.

"What are you doing?"

I curiously leaned forward and saw shock and embarrassment in his eyes.

Mmm???

"Cough, let's get in the car first."

Just as I was about to ask more, he spoke first.

Following his gaze, I saw reporters squatting by the roadside trying to get photos.

Oh, so he saw the reporters.

But it was just reporters, why was he embarrassed?

4

In the car, I eagerly reached for my seatbelt.

"Are we going now?"

After eating grass all day, I was starving.

But Ji Chi grabbed my wrist, his slightly calloused fingers carrying a faint roughness.

I pulled my hand back, and he took the seatbelt from me and buckled it.

"Not in a hurry."

"Let's get something to eat first."

But I thought we were having roast duck?

Why eat something else first?

"Good things should be saved for last, that way they're more memorable."

So that was how it was.

Made sense.

But I still had to maintain my weight, and if I ate too much, I'd have to exercise, which was too troublesome.

Thinking about it, I refused Ji Chi's arrangement.

"Shouldn't we just go directly now?"

"I've been craving it since last night, I don't want to wait anymore."

I clasped my hands together and pleaded with him with a frown.

"Are you sure?"

"No regrets?"

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying some suppressed restraint.

I found it strange and looked up at him.

Ji Chi's ink-black eyes were staring straight at me, his expression solemn and slightly nervous.

I suddenly understood and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry, don't be too nervous."

"Everyone has a first time. It's okay if it's not perfect the first time, as long as you made it, I'll like it."

"Really?"

"Mm hm!"

I nodded like a woodpecker.

As long as I got to eat roast duck, whether it tasted good or not was secondary—just getting to eat it was what mattered.

If all else failed, I could still order delivery.

A look of surprise flashed across his cold, handsome face, then he pressed his lips together, gazing at me meaningfully.

"Good, remember what you just said."

5

My mind was completely focused on my roast duck, and I followed him all the way back to the hotel suite.

Watching him close the door, I eagerly sniffed around the room, looking for the fragrant roast duck.

After scanning the room, I couldn't find it.

I turned to look for Ji Chi and saw him still standing by the door with a strange expression.

His tall, slender figure was haloed by the spotlight, like an otherworldly immortal.

He stared straight at me, and I felt nervous for no reason.

This flustered, dry-mouthed, weak-limbed feeling was very much like...

Being too hungry!

I swallowed and licked my lips: "Where's my duck?"

His deep black eyes darkened slightly, and Ji Chi took a step toward me, walking unhurriedly.

He pushed me, leading me to the bedroom door.

"It's here."

I looked over and saw the big bed in the room covered with pink rose petals, the bedside lamp casting a warm, ambiguous glow—very romantic.

What was this?

Where was the duck?

I turned in confusion and suddenly met Ji Chi's burning gaze.

The next second, he took my hand and placed it on his chest, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes as his thin lips parted slightly: "You can start now."

Mmm???

Start what?

There's no roast duck, how can I start?!

I wanted to push him away and roar at the heavens.

But his hand was too hot, making my brain unable to function properly.

I seriously suspected he had some kind of built-in anesthetic.

Before I could recover from the tingling sensation, Ji Chi suddenly walked to the bed and sat down directly.

He casually unbuttoned two buttons, his expression restrained yet dignified.

I glanced at the half-exposed collarbone below his neckline.

I wondered if it would be as delicious as duck collar bones.

I swallowed.

"No, Ji Chi, what do you mean by this?"

I put my hands on my hips and stepped forward to confront him.

He seemed not to have expected me to ask this, his expression slightly stunned, with a hint of dimness in his eyes.

"You don't like these?"

Me???

"I was..."

Before I could finish, I suddenly had a flash of insight.

Could this be some kind of ritual for eating roast duck?

I turned to look at him: "This is what you meant by preparation?"

"Mm."

He turned back to look at me: "Do you like it?"

"The first time should always be grand."

When I heard this, I suddenly understood.

So it was to commemorate his first time making roast duck!

Ji Chi had always strived for perfection, plus he came from a privileged family and had developed some spoiled rich kid habits, which I was used to seeing.

So for the first roast duck he made in his life, he wanted it to be ceremonial and perfect—I could understand that.

Thinking about it, I quickly said I liked it and sat down beside him efficiently.

"Come on, serve it up!"

I waved expectantly, waiting leisurely for him to bring out the roast duck.

But Ji Chi's face changed slightly as he leaned toward me with crimson earlobes.

6

???

I subconsciously leaned back and ended up falling on the bed.

Rose petals fluttered and scattered.

The fragrance of flowers filled the air, mixed with someone's fresh, cool scent.

Fragrant.

It could compete with the roast duck I had been dreaming about.

Looking at the handsome, refined face so close to me, I almost blurted out: "Ji Chi, you look good enough to eat."

Just one word: a feast for the eyes.

But still not as good as the roast duck I had been longing for.

Ji Chi seemed slightly stunned, then lowered his head with a laugh, bringing us even closer.

Heaven help me, I had been eyeing this cold, serious man for years!

If only I had eaten the duck first, I would have definitely pounced on him and taken control.

The problem was, I hadn't gotten to eat the roast duck yet!!!

I raised my hand, ready to push him away and make him give me the roast duck first.

But his temperature was so hot it made me gasp: "Aiya, Ji Chi, do you have a fever?"

Ji Chi's face visibly darkened as he gritted his teeth, calling me out word by word:

"Wen! Mu! Yao!"

"You have some nerve saying that again! Who's hot!"

"You are, your body is very..."

The weight and shadow pressing on me suddenly disappeared.

Ji Chi left with a dark face, saying "you're simply unreasonable" before slamming the door.

Me???

What did I do?

With the flu going around lately, I was just concerned about him, how does that make me unreasonable?

I lay on the petal-covered bed.

My mind was in chaos, gradually becoming resentful.

Two days!

I still hadn't gotten to eat it!

7

With my obsession for roast duck and resentment toward Ji Chi, I was invited to participate in an actor variety show as a guest performer.

On the first day of recording, Ji Chi showed up three times.

This had never happened before.

Besides being my agent, Ji Chi also had two family companies to manage.

He was very busy.

So starting from his second year as my agent, I was basically left to myself.

I had suggested he just find another agent for me, but he didn't agree.

My assistant sensed the tense atmosphere between us and tried to calm me down.

Not mentioning it was fine, but once brought up, I got angry.

After working so hard to win Best Actress, he didn't even give me a word of praise, not even willing to spare me a single duck.

He went back on his word the same night he promised, turning his face so quickly.

If he wanted me to forgive him and reconcile, he should be the one to initiate contact.

But what did he do? Showed up three times without saying a word.

Just using those resentful, deep eyes to stare at me, as if I were the one who broke my word!

"What's wrong? You look angry."

"Had a fight with Little Ji?"

"He actually dared to make you unhappy?"

Old He, who was a guest performer with me, was a senior in the industry and familiar with both me and Ji Chi. He started teasing me as soon as he spoke.

I pressed my lips together.

"I didn't fight with him, he's the one who broke his word."

"Is there some misunderstanding?"

"No misunderstanding, he's just being inhuman."

Just as I was speaking, I suddenly caught sight of someone arriving late at the door.

I glared at him resentfully.

Ji Chi pushed the door open, expressionless.

His long index finger pressed against his thin lips, signaling me not to speak carelessly.

Fine, I'll shut up.

I pinched my fingers and made a zipping motion across my mouth.

To seize market advantage, the show was recorded and broadcast on the same day.

The reason it couldn't be live was entirely because there were some new actors they were promoting among the young participants.

I thought the production team would edit out those private moments, but for the sake of ratings, they didn't cut a single second.

Including what Old He and I said, it was all broadcast.

"Who? Who's the Little Ji they're talking about?!"

"Does our sister have a diao now? Crying!"

"What diao? Sand diao? They said Little Ji, it's probably just one of the new actors on the show making our sister angry."

"That's right, right, right, there are three people with the surname Ji among the newcomers."

"Two women and one man, I'll guess it's that male newcomer."

...

On the night it aired, my Weibo was so overwhelmed I couldn't even log in.

Ji Chi insisted I had to go clarify.

I sent him a screenshot of the crash-inducing Weibo page.

"You go on yourself."

Ji Chi ignored me.

But the three Ji-surnamed newcomers knocked on my door.

"Teacher Wen, was there something we did wrong?"

"Teacher Wen, I'm sorry, if I made you angry during the day, please just say so, I'll definitely correct my mistakes."

"Teacher Wen, I know you're a senior, but we didn't have any scenes together today. What did I do to offend you?"

Three people, three different statements.

Me: "It has nothing to do with you."

Ji Chi's voice came from the doorway.

He was wearing a black jacket, black clothes, black pants, with a heavy gaze that seemed to create three hundred meters of pressure.

The three newcomers were startled and turned back.

When they saw it was him, they each shrank back like turtles and disappeared in seconds.

I fearlessly spread my hands and turned to go back to bed and wallow.

Suddenly, a gust of wind and a strong force pulled me back.

"Wen Murao, you really are..."

"When are you going to stop teasing me?"

8

The slightly hoarse voice carried a low sigh, brushing past my ear, making one's heart tremble.

He said I was teasing him.

When did this happen?

How did I not know about it?

I不服气地抬头，张嘴就数落他。

既言而无信，又不主动道歉。

叽叽喳喳之际，他忽而俯身下来，堵住了我的声音。

我！！！

我如遭雷击，倏然僵住。

近在咫尺的视线中，他双目微阖，浓密长睫遮下。

唇齿辗转片刻后，才悠悠打开一丝眼缝。

他松开我。

我如获大赦，捂住狂跳的心口，不敢置信地盯着他的脸，企图从中看出点什么。

"你你你、你做啥子？"

"你说呢？"

纪池目光晦暗至深地看着我，声音低沉。

我被他盯得无所适从，支支吾吾嗫嚅半天也说不出个所以然来。

眼看纪池脸色越发难看。

没等我开口，他自己黑着脸走了。

我一个人在房间回味了好久，才拿起手机，准备给纪池发信息："你亲我，是不是喜欢我？"

这话问得太直白，万一他只是一时兴起，我这样问岂不是显得太自作多情？

想了想，还是删了。

发什么都不合适，索性就不发。

是他自己主动亲我的，也应该他主动跟我解释才对嘛！

我琢磨了一整夜，第二天顶着水肿的脸出门。

助理跟化妆师都被我吓了一跳，问我怎么回事。

我摇摇头，只问纪池有没有来。

"你不知道吗？昨晚就走了，说是要出差几天。"

"纪哥没跟你讲？"

助理的话就像一盆冰水浇下来，让我透心凉。

好你个薄情寡义的男人！

亲完就跑！

9

我很生气，录制间隙给纪池发消息，问他人在哪儿。

等了一天，没回。

打电话，也没接。

一直到录制结束，我收到节目组准备的花束。

以为纪池会跟平时那样，亲自来接我。

结果，也没来。

我问助理怎么回事，助理一问三不知。

就那么一瞬间，我心里那股劲，上头了！

"纪池你什么意思？"

"不就是亲了一下，我就当被蚊子咬了，我又没让你负责，你用得着躲我吗？"

"你到底还要不要当我经纪人了？再不冒泡，我明天就把你给换了！"

语音消息发出，我愤愤地丢开手机。

一阵榴莲的香臭味飘过来，我看向车窗外的水果店，猛地想起什么。

昨晚我吃了一小口的榴莲啊！

难道纪池是因为亲我的时候，尝到榴莲的味道，体感不适，吓跑了？？？

纠结再三，我补发一句：

"榴莲闻着怪，但吃着又香又甜，你如果介意，大不了下次允许你吃黑蒜咯。"

发出去没多久，纪池的电话就来了。

"想吃榴莲了？"

刚接通，他带着些许狐疑的声音传来，音色微凉。

我有些害羞，食指指尖在车窗玻璃上胡乱划动。

"想吃就叫助理给你买。"

"还有什么事吗？"

"没事就挂了。"

???

就这？

这么冷淡？！

我瞬间起火，一顿输出：

"你高冷你了不起！亲亲而已，谁还没亲过了？！"

"纪池你给我等着，明天进组，我就把对手演员亲出个大蜂巢来！"

"你嫌我吃榴莲，我还嫌弃你技术差呢！"

"哼！"

10

挂电话后，我直接把纪池拉黑。

捎带手把助理手机里的纪池也拉黑了。

我的工作安排得很密集。

休息一晚上，醒来就赶航班进组拍戏了。

以前进组，纪池都会送我，会叮嘱助理照顾好我。

这次却没了。

剧组拍摄地在沙漠里，因题材和防路透外泄等原因，采取封闭式管理。

拍摄期间，剧组人员不能随意进出，也不允许探班。

而我早在进组的第五天开始，就对他的号码反复放出，又反复拉黑。

放出也没用，那家伙根本不找我。

不然，助理向他汇报完工作时，他是可以让助理把电话给我的。

他没有找我，反倒是微博上有热搜，说纪氏集团的太子爷要跟人联姻的事。

词条下是纪池跟一个女孩在餐厅吃饭的照片。

女孩身穿露脐装配牛仔长裤，青春靓丽。

助理拿走手机，让我别看。

"这个纪池，不讲义气。"

"谈恋爱怎么不跟人说一声呢，是吧？"

我笑着说，但估计笑得很难看。

助理一脸的为难。

11

我有些恹恹。

我跟纪池从初中到高中，就是邻居兼同学。

直到大学，我去了电影学院，他被保送出国。

不过因为两家长辈的关系，我俩始终都有联系。

我大三就开始接戏，他在我毕业第二年回来的。

说是跟家里吵架了，家里断掉他的一切经济来源，我就让他做了我的经纪人。

不到一年，他家里喊他回去继承家业。

因为有他这个资本深厚的经纪人在，我在圈里其实挺顺风顺水的。

拿到的资源也比圈里绝大多数人都要好。

那些人骂我资源咖，骂我实力不够，我是半点不在意。

可看到纪池跟别的女孩一起吃饭，我心里跟针扎一样地难过。

第一次发现自己对纪池的感情不一样，是在他做我经纪人的第二年。

他接管家族企业，变得很忙，不能像之前那样经常在我身边。

我那时猛然意识到，他不在，我会很想他。

现在他不在，我何止是想他。

我简直想掐死他。

不给我吃烤鸭，还亲我。

亲完我就跑去跟别的女孩吃饭！

关键他们的餐桌上，分明有一盘片皮鸭！

12

我的情绪差到极致。

我这人有个好习惯，情绪越差，拍戏就越有干劲。

剧组的人都以为我被打了鸡血，一天天地追着他们赶进度条。

纪池来的那天，正好当天戏份拍完，大伙提前收工。

他一扬手，把米其林大厨带来，给全剧组的人提高伙食质量。

片场里，整齐划一地喊话：

"感恩纪哥！祝纪哥一路发财！早婚早育！"

纪池听后，向来高冷无表情的他，当着众人的面，笑弯了唇。

我黑着脸走过时，分明看见好些个女孩远远地，对纪池放射出爱慕的信号。

啧。

开屏的雄孔雀。

我翻着白眼，在纪池身后嘀咕两句，就径自走了出去。

双手插兜，墨镜一戴，封心锁爱。

纪池跟在我身后。

到住处时，我径自回房，关上房门却被他伸腿挡开。

房门撞到木墙上，发出"咚"的闷响。

纪池眼里意味不明地凝着我，我被他看得心里泛酸。

"干嘛？"

"不好好陪你的联姻对象，跑来这里请客，闲的？"

"你是不是介意我那条热搜？"他似是有几分艰难地开口。

我心头被扎了下，几乎条件反射地违心回他：

"我介意什么？又不是我联姻，跟我有什么关系？"

"我又不是你的什么人，你能成家立业，也是好事。"

他一愣，意外于我的话。

不过须臾，脸上便恢复了平日的清隽高冷。

只是开口时，语气生硬：

"很好，非常好。"

"既然跟你没关系，那就当我这次没来过。"

他咬牙切齿地留下狠话，头也不回地走了。

之后也再没来探过班。

或者说，他那次来，本来也不是来看我的。

而是来昭告天下，他要结婚了。

13

我是越想越堵心，索性逼着自己不要去想纪池的事。

俗话说得好，情场失意，事业就得意。

剧组的进度条因此拉得飞快，原定三个月拍完的戏份，不到两个半月就完成了。

杀青，回家。

我泡在浴缸里，抱着红酒对瓶吹。

迷蒙之间，听到外面助理似乎在跟什么人说话。

我狐疑地套上浴袍，出去就看到纪池。

他看起来风尘仆仆的，眉眼间尽是疲态。

助理看了看我，拿走我手里的酒瓶，迅速闪了。

我有点没反应过来。

愣了大概十几秒，在他关上大门的那一刻，扑上去捶他的背。

"纪池你不讲道义，要结婚了也不提前跟我说！"

"咱俩多少年的交情，你居然连喜欢女人那么重要的事也不告诉我！"

"呜呜呜，我一直以为你喜欢男人……"

不知是不是我的错觉，他的背脊似乎僵了一瞬。

顾不上他僵不僵，我心里憋闷难受，只管宣泄情绪。

纪池无奈叹息一声，转过身握住我的手，将我按到怀里。

"遥遥。"

清越音色又哑又沉，还有点子委屈。

一定是我喝醉了，否则怎么会听到纪池用这样的语调喊我。

可想到以后他就要用这样的语调去喊别的女孩，我就堵得慌。

"你亲完就跑，我才不让你亲……"

"那天，我又不知道你会亲我，不然我肯定不吃榴莲……"

借着醉意，眼泪啪啪掉。

纪池盯着我许久，单手捧住我的脸，直接偷袭我。

我一下傻了眼，怔怔地不知道要不要继续哔哔他。

他好像很专注。

我忽然闻到自己身上的酒气。

想到上次他为了榴莲味跑路扎我心的事情，顿时浑身一个激灵激灵，慌忙之中捂住嘴。

"我、我喝了酒，没、没刷牙！"

隔着手心，我的声音有些含糊软糯。

他笑了，缓缓拉下我的手，低声道歉："上次是我错了，不管你吃榴莲还是喝酒，都又香又甜"

"这次我不会跑，只要明天醒来你别跑就好。"

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一觉醒来，背后仿佛贴着一张巨大的暖宝宝。

我吓得坐起来，偏头就看到非一般的风景。

风景的主人侧躺在旁，半撑着脑袋，好整以暇地盯着我。

薄唇边，笑意轻浅。

我咽了咽口水，开口就是结巴："我？你？昨晚咱俩？！"

纪池勾起嘴角，指着"鸭脖子"上面的两个牙印，神色无奈："你说呢？"

"......"

我傻了。

烤鸭没吃上，反而……

这不对，很不对。

我是酒后没脑子，可纪池不是啊！

咬咬牙，我板起脸。

"我昨晚喝酒了，不清醒，但你没喝酒吧？你怎么就没阻止我？"

"这件事，是你的错。"

他煞有介事地附和点头，带着几分委屈和无奈：

"我反抗了，没成功。"

"......"

当着纪池灼热的视线，我妥协了。

"行吧，我的错。"

"但你都要跟别的妹子结婚了，我是不可能做第三者的，也不可能做什么地下情人 。"

"所以，昨晚的事，你就当作是一场梦，露水情缘也好，反正把它忘了。"

"毕竟这种事，你是男人，不吃亏。"

话音刚落，他蓦然掀被，压了过来。

"你想不负责？"

"我、我怎么负责啊？你要结婚了好吗！"

"呵。"

纪池冷笑一声，忽而低下头，挺阔的直角肩轻颤。

???

他，哭了？

"纪、纪池，我不是不想对你负责。"

"但凡你没订婚没对象，我肯定会负责的。"

"哎呀，我不能做横刀夺爱的第三者呀，再说了，你不能因为被我吃了一次，就……"

我搭着他的肩膀，慌张忐忑地解释。

他忽然抬起手，摆了个数字，低头闷声闷气地冒出一句："不是一次。"

我一时差点咬到自己的舌头。

"好，那你想怎么样？"

"你跟别人订婚了呀！难不成你想要我去抢婚，还是……"

话没说完，纪池忽然伏倒在我肩头。

"抢婚倒也不必。"

"今天工作日，我带了户口本。"

"先斩后奏。"

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从民政局出来，我还觉得双脚轻飘飘的。

"怎么？你后悔了？"

"不不不。"

后悔自然是不会后悔的。

我只是有点懊恼。

早知道只要把他吃干抹净就能合法占地，我就应该在三年前爱意觉醒那天，直接忽悠他开火箭啊！

嗐。

白白浪费三年时间搞暗恋。

回去路上，我问他，纪氏的商业联姻怎么办。

他露出一个古怪的表情："我会处理，你别管。"

我猜应该是不好处理。

既然他说要自己处理，我也就不再说什么。

他带我去了纪家。

纪爸爸和纪妈妈对我一向热情，得知我们领了结婚证，更是笑得见牙不见眼。

但我没想到的是，那个热搜的联姻女孩居然也在。

就在我和纪爸爸纪妈妈聊天时，纪池被那个女孩拉到院子里。

两人似乎在争执不下。

我担心当着长辈面前闹出什么难堪，就跟了过去。

"戏是我演的，我帮了你，你给我点回报，不是正常的吗？"

"再说了，要是没有我，她能这么快答应你？"

"我只要三百万给我师兄做投资，你堂堂纪氏总裁，三百万对你来说根本不算什么。"

......

我的个乖乖！

这妹子是在威胁我老公吗？

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我跳出去，打断他们的谈话。

然而，还没开口，女孩就一副看到亲人般的样子，上前勾住我的胳膊。

"嫂子，我表哥太抠门了！我建议你赶紧跟他离婚吧！"

"他还过河拆桥，要不是我配合他的戏，就他这暗地里憋坏的性格，八十岁都娶不到嫂子你呢！"

嗯???

"什么什么意思？"

我看向纪池。

"没什么，回头我再跟你解释。"

纪池轻咳一声，将我扯到怀里。

说着，随手抽出一张卡递给女孩。

"里面五百万，别乱说话。"

女孩笑弯眉眼，点着头离开，却在转弯处回过头，冲我喊了句：

"嫂子，表哥腹黑得不得了！你要小心哦！"

一头雾水的我，依稀意识到什么。

我扭头，直勾勾地盯着纪池。

纪池被我盯得无奈："她是我表妹，来这边上大学的。"

"那热搜上说你要联姻是怎么回事？"

"咳。"

他状似心虚地将视线转移到别处："本来是假的，但你跟我结婚，就是真的了。"

我："？！！"

我这是被套路了？！

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我越想越气不过，跑到网上发了个问题。

"老公设套让我嫁给他，我想反击，让他尝一尝被骗的滋味，求反击方案！"

问题发出不到一小时，底下一大批回答都是："散了散了，全是狗粮。"

少数回答里才有可行的反击方案。

我照着截图到相册里，一一对着实施。

第一个，最好的反击就是由内而外地征服他。

我照办了。

从不下厨房的我，开启黑暗料理之路。

纪池吃得津津有味，有时候连片场的人都看不下去，他却能吃得光盘。

"纪池，你真觉得好吃吗？"

我看着盒子里焦黑的西红柿炒鸡蛋，不忍直视地抿紧嘴。

纪池一如既往的认真表情，非常严肃地解释了焦黑的合理性。

连我都忍不住暗暗佩服自己的厨艺。

"老婆，不管你做什么，我都觉得好吃。"

"越焦，越香。"

"......"

纪池连着吃了三天黑暗料理，我实在是不忍心。

只能直接从家庭地位上战胜他，让他仰视我。

钱他赚，家务他干，捶肩捶腿一个不落。

结果，纪池非但不觉屈辱，反倒乐哉享受。

我又败了。

得，再换一个。

网友提议，找个会演戏的男人，如法炮制，让他吃醋。

看到这个方案时，我正在剧组。

我看了看准备跟我演对手戏的男主演，满意地笑了。

虽然长得没纪池帅，但利用一下，应该能出点效果。

于是对手戏的时候，我演绎得那叫一个万分深情。

然而，演到最后累成狗的人，依然是我。

无奈之下，我放弃了作战计划。

若干天过去后，我再次登上那个问题。

发现在一众回答里，有一个回答非常清新脱俗：

"老婆，辛苦了。"

我！！！

只有我受伤的世界，达成了！

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新电影上映，票房大卖。

剧组办庆功宴，宴席上有人说起纪池的眼光独到。

"纪总不仅生意头脑好，就连挑剧本的眼光也是圈子里数一数二的。"

"唯一比较麻烦的，就是每次剧本他都要改一点。"

"那还不是因为纪总不想让温沐瑶跟男演员的戏份太亲密，在不影响剧情发展的前提下，那样的改动不算什么。"

"就算不改，有纪总暗地里发话，圈子里也没哪个男演员敢对温沐瑶做过火的事。"

"也是，其实一部作品的好坏，跟那些亲密接触没太大关系，也推动不了剧情。"

"是是是......"

他们的话题很快换到其他事情上。

我在角落里听得没意思，准备离开。

一转身，撞到了纪池，抬头对上他深情宠溺的眼神。

心血来潮地，抬手钩住他的后脖颈，仰着脸问："你是不是悄悄暗恋我好久了？"

他勾唇，低头偷走我嘴边的笑。

"是啊，全世界都知道我爱你好久了。"

"只有你笨笨的，一直不知道。"

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小番外：

星光之夜主持人采访时，问我："那么年轻就拿了大满贯，还有什么遗憾吗？"

我想了想："金马奖那晚想吃的北京烤鸭，等到现在都还没吃上，是我目前最大的遗憾。"

主持人："？"

观众："？？"

纪池："！！！"

下了活动，纪池想弥补我，带我去吃北京烤鸭。

我没要。

"我觉得你做得就很不错。"

纪池："......"

后来，我俩举办的婚礼上，北京烤鸭终于端到我面前。

宾客们大快朵颐。

我跳到纪池怀里，捧着他的脸，也大快朵颐。

桀桀桀桀桀，此鸭非彼鸭。

我和你们"吃"的可不一样。