When he mentioned Su Jin, Qin Miaomiao’s eyelids twitched slightly. She instinctively glanced at Lu Qing, who was looking at her, his eyes filled with a deep meaning. "Sorry, I don’t know her." Chen Li chuckled self-deprecatingly: "She... she’s already dead. She used to be an incredibly talented director, but after she got married, she stopped making films. She was considered my confidante. It’s such a pity she ended up like that." As he said that, Qin Miaomiao’s heart trembled violently. She had once been Su Jin—those past memories couldn’t simply be erased, especially now as she encountered someone from her former life. She smiled faintly and said, "Is that so? What a shame. I never had the chance to meet her." "I’ve watched some of the raw footage you’ve worked on. In terms of composition and visuals, your style has traces of hers. Regarding editing, I’ll try my best." "Thank you, Mr. Chen." Chen Li gave her a few more glances. He couldn’t say why, but something about her brows and expression always reminded him of that person. Yet, the deceased were gone forever. No matter how similar, it was likely impossible to find someone as gifted as her. What a pity—such a brilliant talent, ultimately manipulated to the point of losing her life. After Chen Li left, Lu Qing gave her a long, searching look. "He said you resemble that Su Jin a bit." Qin Miaomiao waved her hand dismissively. "I actually knew Miss Su and learned a bit about filmmaking from her." Lu Qing replied in a calm tone, "Miao Miao, you’re not someone skilled at lying. Before we got married, I had already investigated you thoroughly. You had never been involved in photography or the movie industry, let alone shown any talent as a director. I’ve read your scripts. Without years of experience, they would have been impossible to write." Qin Miaomiao’s heart jumped—could he know something? He leaned down and gazed at her, his eyes dark and inscrutable: "Everyone has secrets. You don’t have to tell me, and I won’t pry. Who you are now is who you are. Comparing the old you to the current you, it’s the current you that I truly love. So, even if you’ve hidden a lot from me, it doesn’t really matter." Qin Miaomiao froze. "You... Can you really accept me for who I am? What if... I mean, what if I’m not Qin Miaomiao?" The words got stuck in her throat and were swallowed back down. How could she explain to him that she had reincarnated into another body? That she wasn’t really Su Jin at all? Lu Qing chuckled lightly. "Do you still remember when you almost committed suicide? Before that, I didn’t like you. You were too weak and foolish, easily manipulated even by the Qin Family’s scum. As my woman, you couldn’t afford to be so naïve. But after that incident, you woke up a lot—and became much more interesting." Qin Miaomiao tightened her voice and asked: "Which part of me do you like?" "Isn’t it obvious? It has nothing to do with identity or status, or who you are. It’s simply because... you are you." Lu Qing raised his hand, cutting her off. "I’ve already told you: who you are doesn’t matter. What matters is that you remember your current identity—you are my wife, Lu Qing’s wife. That’s all you need to know. Do you understand?" Perhaps he had already guessed certain truths, no matter how shocking or unbelievable. But none of that mattered. He just needed to know one thing: She was his wife. For this lifetime, that was enough. Content originally comes from novelFirｅ.net