Chapter 1 He is back
"Are you sure you want to participate in that dating show?"

In the dressing room.

Liang Songyi closed her eyes and let the makeup artist fiddle with her face. When she heard her agent's words, she said "hmm".

"Then you...what about him? Can he agree?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she opened her eyes, the makeup brush just brushed across them, causing a tingling sensation, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"I'm sorry, Sister Liang."

The makeup artist at the station was on sick leave, and this young girl was nervous about doing makeup for Leung Chung-yi since it was her first time.

Seeing that he made her uncomfortable, she apologized quickly, fearing that she would lose the internship opportunity she had worked so hard to get.

"fine."

Liang Songyi blinked and waved her hand to signal her to continue.

His eyes closed, blocking out the fleeting dim light.

"What does it have to do with him? Besides, you know it's almost over."

The young girl's hands trembled, and she felt like she had just heard some big gossip in the circle when she came to the TV station for internship.

"Too."

The agent said nothing more.

"Then I'll go talk to the production team. Anyway, we only record two days a week, so you won't have too much free time during this break."

Leung Song-yee chuckled.

"You really won't let me stop for even a moment."

"Of course. You are our mainstay and a popular host for all the major shows. If you don't take on more shows, how can you support the little guys in your studio?"

Leung Song-yee is the most popular host in the past two years. She has not signed with any TV station and opened her own studio.

She is the jewel in the crown of the Liang family in Beijing, and she is also a princess who has been pampered by all the major families in Beijing since childhood.

But he has never revealed his identity to the public and has made a name for himself in the hosting industry.

She is a rising star in the hosting industry who has grown up in front of the audience, and has gradually transformed from a marginal figure to a popular host who can stand on her own.

It can be said that a show without her may not be popular, but a show hosted by her will definitely be popular.

Liang Songyi's good performance in various programs has made all the major programs rush to host the show, and many of them have asked her to host the show.

An emotional observation program called "The Equation of Love" which has become extremely popular since its announcement and attracted countless attention recently, specifically asked her to be an observer.

Liang Songyi didn't want to accept it at first.

She is not interested in watching other people fall in love.

It was just that she was planning to take a month off, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to stay at home doing nothing all day.

The program crew visited her again and again and invited her personally, so she simply accepted the job.

The workload of two days a week is acceptable and does not affect her vacation and rest.

After the agent left, only Leung Song-yi and the young makeup artist were left in the dressing room.

She looked at the flawless face in front of her and muttered to herself.

What did Sister Liang mean when she just said 'it's almost over'?
"Ok?"

Liang Songyi didn't feel any movement on her face for a long time, so she asked aloud.

The young makeup artist suddenly came to his senses and quickly completed the final makeup for her.

"Okay, Sister Liang."

Even after looking at it a few more times, she couldn't help but sigh that Liang Songyi's face was really beautiful.

Cold and clear, clean without any worldly air, but those eyes were full of aggressiveness.

The corners of her eyes are curved, charming and seductive. When she is not smiling, she is elegant and dignified.

Contradictory yet extremely harmonious.

The host makeup she wore at this time made her bright facial features less sharp and made her look more approachable.

She wore a white suit and skirt set, with her hair slightly curled and draped over her shoulders, looking professional and beautiful.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Leung Song-yi nodded at her, took the host card and left the dressing room.

Today is the last episode of a music program, and she was invited to host the closing.

It was already early morning when the recording of the program ended.

When I got home, I was too lazy to even turn on the lights. I took off my shoes in the dark at the entrance and was about to walk in.

The toes seemed to kick something, making a strange noise.

Leung Song-yee paused and touched the switch on the wall.

Click. My sight suddenly brightens.

She squinted her eyes, and only after she adjusted to the light could she see clearly what she had just kicked.

A pair of men's leather shoes.

They were supposed to be neatly placed, but she kicked them all over the place.

Liang Songyi subconsciously thought that there was a thief in the house, but then she realized that there was no thief who took off his shoes and put them at the door before going in to steal things.

There is only one possibility - he is back.

She turned her head and looked at a key placed on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall.

That was what she had someone bring to her nominal husband before they got married, along with the key, along with the password to the electronic lock on the front door.

But he never used it.

She had changed the password to the door of the apartment a long time ago, so she let him in with the key.

It's been two years.

What is he going to do when this marriage in name only is about to end?

Liang Songyi was so tired that her head was dizzy and she was too lazy to think about it.

He walked into his room in his slippers, clattering and closing the door, cutting himself off from the rest of the world.

A ray of light shone through the crack of the door of the guest bedroom next door.

The next day, Leung Chung-yi slept until noon.

When he walked out of the room with disheveled hair and dirty face, no one was at home.

The door of the guest room next door was open, proving that someone was there last night.

The pair of men's leather shoes at the entrance and the keys on the shoe cabinet are no longer there.

He came and left.

Just like the wedding day two years ago.

Treat her house as a hotel, you can come and go as you please.

Liang Songyi was dazed for a while, and gradually woke up in a daze.

Shrug, not really caring.

Just go, it’s better for her to go, she can have peace and quiet alone.

Her nominal husband never came back for the next two days.

Liang Songyi didn't know whether he had gone abroad again or lived somewhere else, it had nothing to do with her.

Ever since he left without saying goodbye two years ago, she had decided to let it go.

If you don't love, there's no need to hold on to it.

Presumably, he had long been tired of this marriage and was just waiting for the right time to sever ties with her.

"Alright."

Two years ago she was too persistent, and two years later it was time to let him go free.

Leung Song-yi smiled self-deprecatingly.

Close the door of the guest room as if no one had ever opened it.

In the afternoon, there is a meet-and-greet session before the official recording of the program.

The main purpose is to allow several guests to meet.

When the program was officially announced online, the guests were not revealed, making it mysterious. Even before it started, many viewers were eagerly looking forward to it.

As an observer, Leung Song-yi got to know the guest lineup in advance and prepared for the recording of the program.

When she arrived, there was only one person standing with his back to her in the studio that was decorated to look like her own living room.

Behind the light, the shadows are hazy.

Can't see clearly.

"Hello, I'm Leung Song-yee."

She took the initiative to say hello.

I wondered which artist in the circle this was.

Until the person in front of me turned around, that face was still as dazzling under the light and shadow as it was many years ago.

"Hello, I'm Wen Xun."

Wen Xun, her nominal husband.

An existence that she tried hard to forget but couldn't.

(End of this chapter)