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Chapter 37: I Only Like You
Not far away, the electronic fireplace beneath the TV cast a soft glow, finally illuminating the space so it wasn’t completely dark. Though it wasn’t as bright as a light, it was enough for them to see each other clearly.
Tan Qishen straightened up, took off his black shirt entirely, and casually tossed it onto the carpet. His firm, defined, and powerful chest was exposed—hot to the touch and radiating an intense, masculine scent that felt almost forbidden.
For a moment, Yan Man felt a tingling sensation at her lower back.
Tan Qishen picked her up and slowly walked toward the bathroom.
…
He was different tonight—likely because he knew he had wronged her, so he was exceptionally gentle.
Knowing Yan Man had to get up early the next day, Tan Qishen, for once, showed her some consideration.
Yan Man was still able to walk out of the bathroom on her own—though her calves were weak.
When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Tan Qishen already wearing a robe and leaning against the headboard, reading a book.
She was surprised—was this the infamous “post-climax clarity”?
He could actually sit there and read?
Hearing her footsteps, Tan Qishen looked up from the “book,” glanced at her, and patted the edge of the bed, signaling her to sit.
Yan Man walked over and sat beside him, only to realize the “book” in his hand was actually the script for the movie she was currently filming.
“You’re reading the script now?” she asked in surprise.
Tan Qishen’s eyes were deep and his expression a little grim as he stated, “There are three kiss scenes.”
“…”
So that’s what this was about.
Yan Man gave an awkward smile—she didn’t even know there were three.
Tan Qishen’s next question was even sharper: “Were they all camera tricks?”
Yan Man curled into his arms, lightly tugging at his sleeve and whispered, “I don’t know…”
She really didn’t. Everything was up to the director—if the director wanted her to actually kiss, she wouldn’t refuse. After all, this was her profession.
And that wouldn’t change in the future either.
After hearing her response, Tan Qishen’s expression turned visibly colder.
Yan Man bit her lip. She had developed a conditioned reflex to this look—this was always how he looked right before he got mad. Before he could blow up, she quickly tried to soothe him. “It’s just acting, it doesn’t mean anything.”
Tan Qishen knew the difference between cinematic art and reality.
But even if it didn’t mean anything—the kisses still happened.
His breath tightened. He was starting to regret letting Luo Xi bridge the connection that got her this role.
This was only her first film. There would be more in the future.
Seeing him silent, Yan Man tried to win him over with soft kisses on his lips and cheeks, her voice sweet and coaxing, “I only like you.”
She was good at playing the part of the sweet-talker.
But deep down, she knew—by the time the next movie started, the two of them might already be broken up.
Tan Qishen still wore that cold expression—emotionless on the surface, but secretly, her words struck a chord.
I only like you.
Tan Qishen remembered Yan Man had said that before too.
Back when she was chasing after him, somehow always finding out where he’d be, always showing up wherever he was.
Eventually, even if he tried, he couldn’t forget her name.
Yan Man had always come on strong—persistently, even after rejection. Her pursuit was bold and relentless. He had never met a woman like her—one who wasn’t even slightly reserved.
After nearly a year of this, Tan Qishen finally began to soften toward her. One night, he even let her into his car for the first time. But his words were still cutting. In a cold voice, he asked, “Are you like this with all men?”
Tan Qishen had seen too many people who were drawn to power and status. He didn’t know if Yan Man was just like the rest.
With her alluring features—striking and rare in the entertainment industry—she didn’t get angry at his disrespect. Instead, she smiled and said, “Mr. Tan, I only like you.”
That night, everything between them changed.
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