raknovel Chapter 135 What kind of milk do you want to drink?
Chapter 135 What kind of milk do you want to drink?
Looking at Zhang Lei, Wang Bo suddenly felt that she was a bit of a stranger.
It's not about appearance, it's about temperament.
The Zhang Lei in the original owner's memories was also aloof, but that aloofness was prickly and aggressive, like unmelted ice.
Zhang Lei is still cold now, but there's an added layer of fog, making her hazy and indistinct.
"How have you been lately?" Wang Bo asked.
"The same old thing," Zhang Lei said. "Filming, promotions, running around for gigs. What about you? Besides the competition, what are you busy with?"
"Writing songs, recording songs, preparing for the next round of the competition," Wang Bo said. "Oh, and we also moved to a new house."
Zhang Lei's eyes flickered slightly: "Where did you move to?"
"A friend's house," Wang Bo said vaguely. "She went on a trip, and the house was empty, so she asked me to look after it for her."
Zhang Lei said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.
The two chatted for a few more minutes about trivial industry topics: which director's new film was casting, which platform's variety show was seeking sponsors, and which music festival had a strong lineup.
Polite and courteous, but that's about it.
There were no sparks, no ambiguity, and even the nostalgia was so faint as to be almost nonexistent.
Wang Bo's dramatic expectations about "reuniting with his ex" were completely dashed.
The original owner's heart-wrenching memories, those moments of drowning her sorrows in alcohol late at night, and the anxiety of waiting for her reply while staring at her phone screen... all seem as light as a dream in the face of reality.
The dream is over, the people have dispersed, and not even a trace remains.
"Oh, right," Zhang Lei suddenly said, "I listened to the demo of the song you wrote for Starlight Media."
Wang Bo asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Very good," Zhang Lei said. "The melody, lyrics, and emotions are all excellent. The company plans to have me sing it as the theme song for their new drama."
Wang Bo nodded: "That's quite suitable. You have a good voice, which is perfect for songs with a story-like quality."
Zhang Lei looked at him: "You don't mind?"
"What do you mind?" Wang Bo laughed. "Songs are written to be sung. I'd be happy if you could sing it well."
Zhang Lei fell silent.
She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, and after a long while, she said softly, "Wang Bo, I...I'm sorry."
Wang Bo was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect Zhang Lei to apologize.
Given her personality, if she makes a mistake, she makes a mistake; if she leaves, she leaves. Apologizing is superfluous and a sign of weakness.
"It's all in the past," Wang Bo said. "We were all young, just made different choices, there's no right or wrong."
"It's not that we made different choices." Zhang Lei shook her head. "I was too realistic and too selfish. I couldn't see your potential. I only felt that you were a burden to me, so I left without even saying goodbye properly."
She was honest, raising her head to look directly into Wang Bo's eyes: "Now that you've succeeded, saying this might seem hypocritical. But I truly... admire you. Not just being polite, but genuinely admire you. I envy your ability to stick to your path and walk it so beautifully."
Looking at her serious expression, Wang Bo suddenly recalled some scenes from the original owner's memories.
When she first signed with Yuji Entertainment, Zhang Lei would occasionally wait for him at the company after get off work. The two would hold hands and go to eat at a roadside stall. She would complain about the hygiene conditions, but she couldn't help but eat a few more skewers.
Later, she took on her first web series and became very busy, so we saw each other less and less.
Later, she signed with Starlight Media, moved to Shanghai, and the phone calls went from once a day to once a week, and finally to "busy, talk to you next time".
There were no heated arguments, no dramatic tearing apart; it just naturally faded away and dissipated.
Like a cup of tea without a lid, left in the air, it slowly cools down and evaporates, leaving only a little brown stain at the bottom of the cup.
"It's all in the past," Wang Bo repeated. "Things are fine now. You're doing well, and I've found my own path. We're all doing well, and that's the best ending."
Zhang Lei nodded and didn't say anything more.
She lowered her head and took a sip of champagne.
At that moment, Wang Bo suddenly caught a fleeting glimpse of her vulnerability.
But the next second, she reverted to her aloof and distant demeanor.
"Yes, we're both doing well," Zhang Lei said. "Now, I only feel admiration and a little... worship for you. I no longer have that feeling of my heart fluttering the moment I see you."
Wang Bo laughed: "That's good, a heartbeat that fast isn't good for your health."
Zhang Lei laughed too, this time with a more genuine smile: "You're still so good with words, that tongue of yours..."
Wang Bo sweats profusely; his ability to subtly seduce people is the most deadly.
However, the original owner was quite lucky; Zhang Lei was truly amazing and beautiful.
The two stood there for a while longer, until their agent waved from a distance, signaling Zhang Lei to go and greet a certain director.
"I'm going now," Zhang Lei said. "Let's talk again next time."
"Okay." Wang Bo nodded.
Zhang Lei turned and left, her dark green skirt trailing an elegant arc on the smooth marble floor.
As Wang Bo watched her walk away, the last ripple of emotion he felt about his ex completely subsided.
He recalled Zhang Lei's appearance when she was aroused in the original owner's memories—her eyes were red at the corners, her breathing was rapid, her fingers were tightly gripping his back, and her voice was soft and seductive, enough to steal a person's soul.
Back then, the two of them could stay indoors for two days in a row, drawing the curtains and immersing themselves in a world where only they existed.
The original owner couldn't handle it at all. In the end, Zhang Lei took the lead, and he passively endured it. He was exhausted like a dead dog, while she was still able to take a shower, put on a face mask, and read the script with a radiant expression.
"What man could stand it?" Wang Bo muttered to himself.
But he is not the same person he used to be.
The time travel brought not only musical talent and memories of the past life, but also a silent enhancement of this body—physical strength, endurance, and recovery ability far exceeding those of ordinary people.
Let alone two days, even...
Stop.
Wang Bo stopped the car in time, clearing his mind of those unhealthy images.
He doesn't have the mind to think about these things right now.
When it comes to matters of the heart, let things take their natural course.
His primary concerns right now are music, competitions, and a bigger stage.
Wang Bo withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the dessert area.
I just saw a chocolate lava cake that looks good, I'll go try it.
He had just picked up the clip when his phone vibrated.
It was a WeChat message from Zhou Yuji.
"Hey Wang, what are you doing? Have you been seduced by some vixen?"
The accompanying photo is a selfie she took by a campfire in the Western Regions. She was wrapped in a thick shawl, her face was flushed by the firelight, and her eyes shone like stars.
Wang Bo laughed and typed back: "Eating cake. No vixen, but I do have an ex."
Since you don't want to marry me, talking about your ex shouldn't be a problem. You need a reason and the right to get jealous.
Zhou Yuji replied: "Zhang Lei? She's here too? Have they rekindled their old flame?"
Wang Bo: "No, we chatted for a bit, and she said she only admires me now, not has any romantic feelings for me."
Zhou Yuji: "Don't believe her! Women understand women best; she's just being stubborn. But Xiao Wang did a good job and deserves a reward."
Wang Bo: "What reward?"
Zhou Yuji: "When I get back, I'll personally cook you milk tea using the authentic recipe I learned from the herdsmen."
"Can we choose the type of milk?" Wang Bo asked.
"What kind of milk would you like to drink?"
"It's not cow's milk, nor goat's milk, nor camel's milk..."
"What kind of milk is that?"
"What kind of milk do you think would be left?"
"Wang Bo, you've got some nerve trying to harass me! You're dead meat!"
Wang Bo didn't reply. He put down his phone, picked up a piece of chocolate lava cake, and put it in his mouth.
Sweet, slightly bitter, with a warm, flowing center.
tasty.
Life is like this now, with its ups and downs, but overall it's moving upwards.
As for those people and events of the past...
Let them remain in the past.