The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1901 Escape

The air seemed to freeze slightly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Scarlett looked into Anson's eyes, a hint of surprise and astonishment in her clear, azure pupils—

The whole world fell completely silent; even the trivial noises and the ringing in our ears disappeared.

Scarlett noticed Anson's avoidance and aloofness. Instead of being swayed by his feelings or having any second thoughts, she immediately put on the brakes and distanced herself.

A conditioned reflex is clearer and more direct than any language.

My heart, curled up in a ball, throbbed with a slight pain.

For a brief moment, Scarlett couldn't breathe, she was completely out of breath, but her remaining rationality reined in the utterly chaotic reins.

It's all the alcohol's fault!
A smile crept onto her lips, a hint of mockery in her eyes. Scarlett teased in a low, husky voice, "It's rare to see Anson so flustered."

"Ha ha!"

The next second, without waiting for Anson's response, Scarlett bumped her forehead against Anson's head, making a soft thud. Anson then grimaced, which made Scarlett laugh out loud without restraint. She then pulled away and leaned back against the wall, the coldness on her back making her mind clear a little.

"Hey, you weren't shy just now, were you?" Scarlett teased, then looked at Anson with a natural and generous air.

Anson clutched his forehead and glared fiercely at Scarlett—

He could tell that although Scarlett appeared calm and composed, it was a mask, a disguise, and her slightly evasive eyes betrayed a hint of panic.

However, Anson couldn't expose this, as he didn't have many friends in Hollywood to begin with, and if he did, the list would likely be shortened even further.

Anson looked over and jokingly replied, "Tell me where the camera is, and I'll do it again and give it my best."

Scarlett chuckled. "God, is it necessary to have a camera? Without a camera... it won't work?"

Anson paused, then followed Scarlett's gaze downwards, "Scarlett Johansson!"

Scarlett burst into unrestrained, hearty laughter. "Hahaha."

Anson looked at Scarlett speechlessly and kicked her shin with his right foot. "Are you sober now?"

Scarlett understood the subtext: the accident just now was all the alcohol's fault, everything was the alcohol's fault, and that was the end of it. But a bitter taste still rose on her tongue uncontrollably. Scarlett swallowed it all, and with a half-smile and hazy eyes, she looked Anson up and down.

"What, worried I'll ambush you again?" Instead of dodging the question, he faced it with composure, forcing himself to confront the slight throbbing and trembling in his heart.

Anson also looked over, "His mind is so clear, he doesn't seem that drunk after all, so..."

As Anson's voice trailed off, Scarlett clenched her fist and, without hesitation or mercy, delivered a solid punch to Anson's right arm.

Anson stared at Scarlett in disbelief, his mouth agape, silently uttering: Oh.

This one movement made Scarlett's smile completely bloom, causing her to bend over backwards.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long; there was already a loud knocking on the door. "Hurry up, isn't it over yet?"

Anson instinctively retorted with a sarcastic remark, "I thought you foresaw this."

One second. Two seconds.

After a brief pause, a burst of laughter erupted outside the bathroom, causing the door to tremble slightly; even though it was invisible, the commotion was palpable.

Inside the bathroom, Anson and Scarlett exchanged a glance, and the atmosphere was completely different as they reconsidered the suggestive joke.

Ambiguity, a subtle undercurrent.

Scarlett knew she should crack a joke and make a lighthearted remark, but her quick wit had already exhausted all her energy.

Scarlett: "We should get out of here, or the bathroom rumors will be all over Hollywood before dawn."

Scarlett prepared to stand up, but found Anson hadn't moved, remaining seated calmly, his bright eyes looking at her. "What's wrong?" Anson shrugged slightly. "Tell them to get lost. Remember our conversation just now?"

Scarlett was taken aback, but the corners of her mouth finally curved upwards again. "Haha, I understand. I'll practice my swearing and attitude."

Scarlett used the toilet to support herself as she stood up, swaying slightly. Anson reached out to help, but Scarlett managed to control herself. Looking at the toilet in front of her, she let out a long sigh. "I never imagined that my closest companion tonight would be a toilet."

Anson deliberately let out a heavy sigh.

Scarlett, however, had regained her composure. "What, are you going to compare your suffering to that of the toilet? I think it might vomit at any moment."

“Haha.” Anson was amused and nodded slightly to Scarlett. “See, that’s the kind of spirit you need. Go out like this and make everyone swallow that vomit.”

Scarlett's face scrunched up in disgust. "Oh."

Hilarious! Laughter!

Surges freely and unrestrainedly, Scarlett walked straight past Anson, her fingertips lightly touching him. Hot and tingling, her heart skipped a beat again, but she knew that once she left this small cubicle, everything would have to return to normal, and everything that happened tonight would remain tonight.

He raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Anson.

Then, without any further hesitation, she pushed open the bathroom door, and a wave of stuffy, noisy air rushed in.

Who would have thought that the air outside was even more polluted than inside?

Scarlett started walking, but clearly the alcohol hadn't completely worn off. A gust of cold wind made her dizzy again, and she had to stop to catch her breath.

By this time, Anson had caught up.

In an instant, one could clearly sense the gazes surging in from all directions, filled with inquiry and speculation, as the fire of gossip ignited.

Those gazes shifted back and forth between Anson and Scarlett, their eyes revealing a hint of understanding.

However, Anson appeared very composed, neither hiding nor dodging, and accepted the scrutiny with grace, even actively meeting those who were looking him over.

This dignified and serene demeanor caused those who dared to look away to hide their eyes, fearing that they might expose the filth and darkness within their hearts.

Just as Anson was about to make a joke—

belch.

Scarlett burped, and although she immediately covered her mouth to try to stop the disaster, a smell of alcohol mixed with vomit still wafted out.

Then, the person who had just entered the bathroom exclaimed, "What's that sour, stinky smell?"

Scarlett turned around and yelled, "Shut up!"

The next second, Scarlett didn't linger. She turned around, strode away, and fled in panic.

Anson was left behind, watching Scarlett's retreating figure, and made a shushing gesture to the people in line to keep it a secret.

"Shhh."

Then, Anson also began to walk—

Hahaha.

A burst of laughter erupted, unrestrained, arrogant, and rampant.

Anson rushed after her, and Scarlett looked up at the sky and sighed, "My image, God, do you know what nonsense they'll spout?"

Anson's eyes and the corners of his mouth were full of smiles. "No, I don't know. But, Scarlett, why don't you let them decide for themselves?"

Scarlett's composed and confident demeanor finally calmed her down a bit. She steadied herself and turned to look at Anson. "Is there still vomit in my hair?"

(End of this chapter)