Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 317: I Don’t Want You Anymore

Everyone had a farewell meal, then returned to their rooms to sleep, ready to go their separate ways the next day.

Jiang Siming returned to his room but did not secretly go looking for Reba.

To be honest, Jiang Siming felt that knowing Reba for less than a day and then doing *that* with her would make him feel guilty.

Besides, he wasn’t that kind of person—his morals were so high, and his thoughts were so pure. How could he do such a "beastly" thing?

(*Author: Can you stop pretending? If it weren’t for the recent crackdown, would you still be acting innocent?*)

The night passed without incident.

On the third day, Jiang Siming packed his luggage, preparing to head to the airport.

As he went downstairs, he saw Reba sitting in the lobby, pretending to look at her phone, but occasionally glancing toward the hotel interior as if waiting for someone. Discover more stories at

When Jiang Siming appeared, Reba immediately put her phone away, picked up her luggage, and prepared to leave.

"So early? Did you sleep well last night?" Jiang Siming greeted her.

Reba pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Insomnia? That’s not good for a girl. It can cause wrinkles," Jiang Siming said seriously.

Reba tilted her head and finally asked, "Are you really not coming back to this show?"

"I never said I wouldn’t, but it might be a long time. I’m not a celebrity, and I’m not really interested in variety shows. I prefer gaming and streaming," Jiang Siming replied without hesitation.

He had joined the variety show just for fun. He might participate in others in the future, but only when he had free time and wanted to have fun.

Unlike real celebrities, who do variety shows season after season for exposure and popularity, he was just in it for enjoyment.

So, it was still the same answer.

Reba felt a little down but finally mustered the courage to say, "Then I’ll wait for you, no matter when you come."

Jiang Siming’s eyelid twitched, and he forced a smile. "Why make it sound like a tragic farewell? You can always watch my streams. Plus, I promised to play games with you, remember?"

"You really mean it?" Reba’s beautiful eyes lit up again.

"Of course! Having a big celebrity in my stream will definitely attract more viewers. I just have to prepare for your male fans’ outrage, but I can handle it, don’t worry." ṜäƝօВÈs

"Great! I’ll get a better computer as soon as I get home. I heard PUBG needs a good setup. When I have time, I’ll ask you to play with me!" Reba said cheerfully.

Reba’s smile was truly stunning, and even Jiang Siming couldn’t help but be momentarily captivated.

"No problem. I’ll carry you to victory—or straight into the trash heap."

"Then think about it. If you come to Huayi, I can make sure the company takes care of you. If you stay at another studio and end up accepting some overly revealing roles, I won’t want you anymore." Jiang Siming said proudly.

Reba’s face turned completely red, and her head was almost steaming.

What did he mean by that?

Was he saying that he wanted her?

"I would never take on revealing roles! I haven’t even filmed a kissing scene before!" Reba refuted shyly, her face flushed.

"Enough nonsense, are you coming or not? Just give me a straight answer."

Jiang Siming displayed his full masculine dominance. He was never wrong—even if he was, she wasn’t allowed to say it.

"I never said I wouldn’t go... But... you have to at least let me talk to Sister Man first. She’s been good to me, after all. I promise I’ll be quick!" Reba said softly.

"Fine then. Let me know your decision. I’m leaving first."

Jiang Siming took a step forward to leave but suddenly stopped.

"You said you’ve never filmed a kissing scene before?" He turned back to ask.

"Mm. Even if there was one, it was shot using camera angles. We Uyghur girls are very traditional. Even in acting, my mother never let me casually give away my first kiss..." Reba shyly played with the hem of her clothes as she spoke.

"In that case... I won’t hold back!"

Jiang Siming dropped his luggage, reached out toward Reba, and pressed his lips against hers.

By the time Reba snapped back to her senses, Jiang Siming had already walked away, dragging his suitcase behind him.

She stood frozen, covering her lips with her hands, her face as red as blood.

"That shameless scoundrel... big bad guy!"

Reba muttered complaints about Jiang Siming, but there wasn’t a hint of anger on her face—only a deep blush spreading across her cheeks. A pair of lovebirds falling into a dream...

Reba’s manager had seen everything from the car. She immediately rushed over and said, "Did he do that on purpose? Should I call the police?"

"No, no! Sister Man, we were just messing around..." Reba quickly stopped her furious manager.

"Oh, is that so? You should’ve said so earlier! You had me worried for nothing. ’Messing around,’ huh? Just admit you’re dating already." Sister Man, being more experienced, saw right through it.

Reba could only lower her head like an ostrich.

It was all that scoundrel’s fault! Next time she saw him, she would make sure he paid for this!

But as she thought about it, Reba suddenly smiled.