Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle Chapter 163 - Secret Love

Chapter 163: Secret Love
“Hi, Mr. Lu.” Ling Sheng looked at the handsome man in front of her, and an indescribable sense of nostalgia welled up in her heart. Her nose felt a little stuffed.
When had Lu Xianzhi changed his name?
She had checked the list of actors and production crew of “Moon” but had only seen the name Lu Xianzhi. She had not even found a photo, so she had not known what the male lead looked like.
“You two know each other?” Director Yi Jinrong, who was surprised, asked with a smile.
Lu Xianzhi nodded and looked at Ling Sheng politely and coldly. “Yes.”
Ling Sheng smiled as she echoed his words. She kept feeling that he seemed a little strange. When they looked at each other, she could clearly see the surprise in his eyes.
However, his words had suddenly become foreign and distant, as though he had deliberately distanced himself from her. It made her feel uncomfortable.
The film crew members looked down, thinking that they were not very familiar with each other. Lu Xuanzhi’s attitude toward her was very cold, and he did not look like a good friend of hers. They should just know each other.
Lu Xianzhi had already started talking to the director, scriptwriter, and the others, completely ignoring Ling Sheng.
While Ling Sheng had been talking to Xiaxia, no one had been paying attention to her. There was no reason for her to go around only to be given the cold shoulder. There was no need to think about it.
When the original Ling Sheng knew him, he had not been called Lu Xianzhi. His name had been Ji Yan, and he had been the brother of a neighbor. The two of them had grown up together and had become childhood sweethearts.
Ji Yan was two years older than her. Like her, he had no father but only a mother. She had been an introvert and a timid and honest person. At the time, she had often been bullied. Every time, Ji Yan had protected her and gone to school with her, taking good care of her as though she was his younger sister.
The deepest memory in his mind was being at the entrance of the school and pushing his bicycle to wait for her.
The young man’s figure was upright, and his school uniform had been unable to conceal his beauty. His short hair had been cut neatly, and his delicate features were well-defined. His warm and clean smile was a beautiful sight that would never be forgotten.
Which young girl would not have fallen in love? She had also secretly liked him when she had been at the age when love first developed. He was so good-looking that he had been the gentlest and most handsome young man she had ever seen.
However, he’d seemed to only regard her as his younger sister and she had not dared to confess her love. She would instead tear the love letters that other girls asked her to give him secretly and throw their gifts into the dustbin.
The year that Ji Yan was 17 years old and she was 15 years old, Ji Yan’s mother had found a wealthy local and married him.
In the beginning, Ji Yan would contact her, call her frequently, send her nice things, and invite her to his home for vacation.
After maintaining contact for about a year, she’d stopped receiving Ji Yan’s calls. When she’d called him, she had discovered the number was no longer in use.
During the summer vacation of Year One, she had gone to look for him with the pocket money she had saved up for a long time by hiding it from her foster mother.
However, the person who had opened the door had been a stranger. He had told her that the person she was looking for had moved out half a year ago. They had rented a house and he did not know their contact details.
She had sat on the road and cried for a long time. When she’d gotten home, she had thrown away everything related to him in a fit of anger. Then, she had secretly picked it up and locked it up.
Suddenly, she felt a little upset for the past Ling Sheng. This young man, whom she had been pining for, actually had a hostile attitude now that they’d met again.
“Sheng Sheng, how do you know Lu Xianzhi?” Xiaxia was a big gossip.
“He was my elementary school classmate. I’ve only met him once or twice. I never expected him to still remember me,” Ling Sheng said casually.