Chapter 27 Social Death Scene

In midsummer, the weather is hot and dry.

The noisy cicadas in summer keep chirping, hanging on the trees, floating in the air, flying into the windows, making people feel annoyed.

Luo Qinglin just removed the plaster a few days ago, and his left hand is still not easy to move.

Although it was his left hand that was injured, his right hand was also about to degenerate, because Jiang Yanyu had stayed at home for the past half month and insisted on feeding and bathing him, treating him like a child who could not take care of himself.

He wanted to refuse and say that it was not necessary. Jiang Yanyu got even more angry after hearing that. She rushed into the study room and stayed there for most of the day. If he didn't go in to coax her, Jiang Yanyu would shrink inside and not come out.

Even when reporting to Bai Shengyun's studio today, Jiang Yanyu had to go with him and get in the car that was sent to pick him up.

"You... don't have to go out to work?" Luo Qinglin was very confused. Why was Jiang Yanyu so idle? Not only did he stay at home every day, but now he had to go out to supervise the work.

"I'm working now." Jiang Yanyu wore a pair of large ink-style sunglasses and sat in the back seat with an indifferent expression.

Luo Qinglin asked in confusion: "Then why don't you go out and shoot commercials? You don't have to worry about La Forêt? What if the performance declines?"

"I'm in charge of La Forêt. Aren't two video conferences a week enough? Besides, performance is something that design and sales should consider, and what I'm considering is who should be replaced if they can't meet my requirements."

From Luo Qinglin's perspective, Jiang Yanyu's dark sunglasses were not transparent, like a bottomless black hole, blocking the pair of fox eyes that usually looked frivolous.

Feeling empty inside, Luo Qinglin stopped talking. Instead, he leaned his elbows on the windowsill and looked out quietly.

Luo Qinglin originally thought that the huge wealth gap between him and Jiang Yanyu was nothing, as long as they liked each other and had similar ideas in the future, it would be fine.

But Jiang Yanyu's reply made him realize that differences in wealth would naturally lead to differences in thinking.

Luo Qinglin thought that if he were the boss and the performance was not good, he would first think about how to improve product quality and change the planning scheme; but Jiang Yanyu was thinking about how to find suitable people to work for him, eliminate the old ones, and achieve the goal.

Perhaps this is why he can only be a small screw forever, while Jiang Yanyu can bring La Forêt back to life as soon as he takes office.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Luo?" Jiang Yanyu suddenly reached out, put his arm around his shoulders and asked.

"Nothing, I'm just daydreaming." Luo Qinglin didn't turn his head, still looking at the blurry shadow of the car outside the window.

Jiang Yanyu took off his sunglasses and said in a cold voice, "Do you think I'm unkind? A heartless capitalist? Whoever doesn't do their job well will be fired?"

"No! I was thinking about my own business." Luo Qinglin turned his head quickly and explained hastily.

"Then tell me, what were you thinking just now? Don't lie to me." Jiang Yanyu leaned her face closer and stared at him with her bright and beautiful eyes without blinking.

Luo Qinglin lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time before he whispered, "I wonder if I can only be a photographer forever and can never be as successful as you are..."

Jiang Yanyu was stunned for a moment, shook her head and denied it, saying, "Whether it's being a model or managing La Forêt, my career is successful because I stood on the shoulders of my grandmother, and she stood on the shoulders of her mother."

Jiang Yanyu pinched Luo Qinglin's face, gently pulled it to both sides, and continued: "If I were standing at the same starting line with you, I would not live a glamorous life like I do now, but would become a social garbage."

"Don't talk nonsense. You won't become a social waste." Luo Qinglin retorted in a low voice.

Jiang Yanyu smiled and said, "Money is not the standard for measuring whether a career is successful. Although it may be annoying for me to say this, as a photographer, you should know that news value, social value, and artistic value are more important than money."

"Yeah, I know." Luo Qinglin nodded.

"But I think you should focus your attention somewhere else now." Jiang Yanyu changed the subject and pointed to the front row.

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Luo Qinglin raised his head and looked forward.

Qin Xiaoxi was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a pair of cool fluorescent green headphones. She raised her hands and punched in the air, making a hissing sound while breathing.

If the driver didn't have a good mental state, he would have been scared by the scene and stopped the car.

"She has become like this since she started taking Muay Thai classes. She fights the air from time to time and swears at me in a way I can't understand," said Jiang Yanyu.

Luo Qinglin sighed, picked up his phone and made a voice call.

After a while, Qin Xiaoxi stopped punching, clicked on the screen, and took off the headphones in confusion, "Why are you calling me?"

"Don't move around in the passenger seat. It's too dangerous and will affect the driver's driving." Luo Qinglin rarely frowned and looked very serious.

"Oh, okay." Qin Xiaoxi nodded, put on her headphones again, changed her punches to kicks, and occasionally pushed her knees against the co-pilot storage box.

Luo Qinglin sighed helplessly again and asked cryptically: "Mr. Bai is really not a bad person, right?"

"What do you mean by bad guy?" Jiang Yanyu yawned lazily, "Do you want to ask if he's promiscuous, if he's been kept by someone else, if he's sick, and if he's an uneducated playboy?"

"Shh!"

Why put it so bluntly! Luo Qinglin stole a glance at the driver and used his eyes to warn Jiang Yanyu to be careful with his words.

Jiang Yanyu disagreed and said slowly, "He is just a fool with a dull mind."

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At the same time, the fool himself was standing in the bathroom, checking his clothes left and right in front of the mirror.

"Brother, the driver said Mr. Jiang and his team are almost here."

"Got it. I'll be there right away."

Bai Shengyun adjusted the skull necklace between the collar of his punk-style black T-shirt, took out the cross earrings from his leather pants pocket, and put them on his left ear.

His earlobe was a little red, and when the earring went through the ear hole, he took a hissing breath, as if he was enduring the pain.

Bai Shengyun's Moon Phase Studio is located in the suburbs near the city center. The studio building is a three-story stand-alone building. In summer, it is hidden in lush ginkgo leaves. In autumn, the area around the building will become golden and covered with ginkgo leaves.

After walking out of the bathroom, Bai Shengyun repeatedly reminded the employees who stayed in the studio today to be careful and behave themselves, then walked outside the iron gate and waited for people to come.

His left ear was inflamed and it was painful and burning. Bai Shengyun wanted to scratch it, but when he remembered the doctor's instructions last week, he clenched his hand into a fist and let it hang by his side.

After a while, a faint smell of exhaust fumes floated in from a distance. Bai Shengyun raised his head and looked at Qin Xiaoxi in the passenger seat through the semi-transparent windshield.

The three of them opened the door and got out of the car. After seeing Bai Shengyun's exaggerated clothes, Luo Qinglin was stuck in his words, "Bai, Mr. Bai, long time no see."

"Mr. Luo," Bai Shengyun nodded, and then looked straight at Qin Xiaoxi, "Long time no see, Miss Qin."

Seeing Bai Shengyun wearing the same T-shirt and riveted boots as hers, Qin Xiaoxi got angry and cursed him in her heart, "Stupid scholar". On the surface, she narrowed her eyes and smiled, clasped her hands behind her back and made fists, "Long time no see, Mr. Bai."

The two looked at each other in silence, their auras confronting each other.

Luo Qinglin quietly moved to the side and glanced at Qin Xiaoxi's clenched fist. There were some abrasions on his fists and the joints were red and swollen, which were obviously the result of more than half a month of hard training.

His right hand was gently held. Luo Qinglin turned his head and saw Jiang Yanyu poking at the screen of his mobile phone and winking at him.

[Jiang Yanyu: Look at the way he is dressed. Doesn’t he look like a fool? [gloating.jpg]】

[Luo Qinglin: Does he really like Xiaoxi? [doubt.jpg]】

[Jiang Yanyu: Of course, I’ll send you a video and you’ll understand after watching it. 】

The video was sent to him quickly, and Luo Qinglin clicked to play it. The picture showed a bar with bright lights and wine. A drunk man was lying on the bar, twisting his body restlessly from side to side.

After playing for several seconds, the picture kept shaking with no obvious change. Luo Qinglin put the phone to his ear in confusion, but still couldn't hear any sound, so he turned up the volume slightly.

"Qin Xiaoxi! Are you blind? Your eyes are blind and your heart is blind too!"

"Why don't you like me! Why don't you look back at me!"

"ah!!!!!"

A pig-like howl burst out from the speaker, and Luo Qinglin was so scared that he quickly put the phone away.

Covering his ears, Luo Qinglin slowly raised his head. Except for Jiang Yanyu, everyone stared at him in astonishment, especially Bai Shengyun, whose lips were slightly parted and his eyes were as big as copper bells. ①

The wind was roaring and the ginkgo leaves were rustling.

Jiang Yanyu laughed out loud with gloating, "Fool."

The author has something to say:

①: Selected from Black Cat Sheriff

Q: How can I make my wife less emo?

A: Jiang Yanyu: Be humble and just coax her.