Chapter 15 Little Pony: "Besides princess carries, what other services do you usually offer?"

"Sometimes I really get annoyed by these friends. They know me too well, just as I know them just as well."

Of all the people, Yu Jintang understands me the best. We have a tacit understanding and can guess the answer just by intuition.

But it really was spring.

Three years ago, Qin Lan was troubled by a woman for the first time.

During her four years of university, she appeared in magazines with the person she hated most, starred in the same movie, was forced to do a promotional tour with him, and participated in the same variety show, not to mention the countless coincidences on campus.

However, these things weren't enough to upset her; at most, she'd vent to her best friends. But Yu Jintang and the others didn't know she had something on her mind this time, and seeing her bad mood, they encouraged her to go out and have fun.

【It snowed a couple of days ago, we should go skiing, it would be so much fun!】 Yang Xingji typed excitedly in the group chat.

Qin Lan: [None of us own a ski resort.]

Song Man: [That's not difficult; a friend of mine does this at home.]

Yu Jintang chimed in: [I'm busy with those ads lately, so I won't be going.]

Yang Xingji: [I remember you, Aman, can't ski.]

Song Man is a dancer, and her obsession with the rumba is like a young person's inability to be separated from their mobile phone, so she never risks her legs.

Song Man: [With snow falling so heavily, it would be a shame not to play in the snow. I'm not going to challenge myself on extreme tracks, so it's fine.]

Qin Lan checked her schedule and paired up with Yang Xingji and Song Man to have a free day. As for Yun Chui, her whereabouts have been uncertain lately, and since her argument with Song Man last year, the two have been in a cold war, and she has almost semi-retired from their small circle of five.

Qin Lan scrolled through her phone for a while and saw that her WeChat Moments had been updated. It was posted by Song Man, and the content seemed rather deliberate.

[Hiring ski instructors, female only, gentle and patient.]

Qin Lan burst out laughing as soon as she saw it, and she and Yang Xingji laughed for a long time. They had thought the inscription was "only visible in Yun Chui".

Half an hour later, Song Man posted another, more deliberate, update on her WeChat Moments: "Going skiing with my best friends on the 19th~ @QinLan @YangXingji Thanks to the beautiful Song for providing the venue @SongXi"

Qin Lan gave a thumbs up and excitedly poked Yang Xingji: "Looks like Yun Chui hasn't made a move yet."

Yang Xingji clicked his tongue in amazement: "Song Man has changed. She never used to talk like this. Women in a cold war are terrifying."

Qin Lan: "She couldn't be more deliberate."

Yang Xingji: "Sigh, I just don't know if Yun Chui will come."

Song Man's unusual behavior naturally attracted the attention of more than just the two of them. However, she was completely focused on Latin dance and had an arrogant personality, so she had an absurdly small number of contacts. Compared to Yang Xingji, who readily added anyone in the industry on WeChat, Song Man's contact list was empty in just a few swipes. Therefore, she brazenly revealed her whereabouts, including Qin Lan and Yang Xingji's, without worrying about causing trouble.

Her two friends laughed gleefully for a while. On the 19th, the weather was sunny, and Qin Lan was in a good mood, enthusiastically bringing her newly bought ski equipment.

The ski resort wasn't crowded, clearly having been cleared out beforehand. However, Qin Lan figured that once she put on her ski clothes and helmet, even fans wouldn't recognize her, so she confidently changed her gear and headed off to ski.

Song Man couldn't ski, and he didn't know where the "recruited" instructor was. He stood in a conspicuous place with his arms crossed, looking around with a gloomy expression.

"Where's the coach you found?" Yang Xingji patted her shoulder with a grin.

Qin Lan exclaimed, "There are quite a few coaches downstairs. Shall I help you find one?"

"No need!" Song Man stomped her feet angrily, looking down at the crowd with resentment: "You two, get out of here!"

Qin Lan shrugged, bent down, and glided away with Yang Xingji. Song Man stood there blankly, completely bewildered as to why she had come. She felt like the biggest idiot in the world, having posted something ridiculous to try and get attention, only to end up sulking all by herself.

Song Man glared fiercely ahead. Qin Lan and Yang Xingji returned and put their arms around her shoulders, one on each side: "Okay, we know you don't want to find a coach, we'll teach you."

Song Man raised her chin, her expression strikingly similar to Qin Lan's: "So annoying!"

So annoying!

Qin Lan echoed the sentiment in her heart with deep resonance.

After several encounters with Jiang Yan, she found herself experiencing extreme mood swings. Several times she lost her temper and jumped up and down in anger, only to realize later how irrational she had been—when had she ever become so upset with anyone?

Jiang Yan is her natural enemy.

What made her even more uneasy was that she reacted so strongly to the few instances of subtle physical contact that it almost alerted others to her abnormality.

She dared not ask her friends, fearing they would realize who she was talking about, and she didn't want to tell her family either. So the more she kept it to herself, the more agitated she became, to the point that she couldn't sit still. So she rushed down the snow slope like a madwoman.

Song Man stared in disbelief: "You're just going to jump right down like that?"

Yang Xingji: "I don't recommend beginners imitate this."

“First, you need to learn to walk…” She helped Song Man secure herself to the snowboard, then instructed, “Coordinate the strength of your waist and legs, and try to move forward.”

After a while, Qin Lan returned to the spot, panting: "How did it go?"

Yang Xingji made a face as if he had a toothache.

"At least now I've learned how to move."

Qin Lan: "Let me swipe and see?"

Yang Xingji gestured with his hand: "Please take a good look."

Song Man put on his goggles, then stood still and focused his energy on his dantian.

She used her waist to generate power, and her arms swung wildly, causing her legs to twist forward in a wobbly, duck-like gait.

Twist.

Twisting and twisting and twisting and twisting and twisting and twisting.

A video allegedly showing early humans learning to walk upright has surfaced online.

Song Man immediately fired Yang Xingji and found another coach to learn from. Qin Lan watched for a while, then suddenly heard a gasp.

She turned around and saw five or six people rushing down the high snow slope, all wearing white ski uniforms, and almost each of them carrying a girl in their arms. These tall, burly men roared down, waving to the tourists and gracefully performing various difficult moves, while the actresses in their arms covered their faces and screamed shyly in response.

The area around the skating mascots quickly became bustling with activity, attracting a large crowd of young women. Qin Lan scoffed, shaking her head as she tried to distance herself. In her opinion, it was too much of a performance, and besides, skating on behalf of others was nothing compared to the enjoyment of skating herself. Weren't they just after all the 1.8-meter-tall handsome guys from Northeast China? They just wanted to pay for a bit of flirting.

She suddenly stopped, a thought popping into her mind. Since she reacted so strongly when she had physical contact with Jiang Yan, why not try having contact with others and see what happens?

Qin Lan struggled with her conscience for a while, and just as she was agonizing over it, a person in a white uniform slid down the snow slope. The person was wearing a helmet and snow goggles, so her face was obscured; only her slender figure and exposed red lips indicated that she was a woman.

She was incredibly fast, gliding down with her body low to the ground. When she was not far away, she lost her balance, using one hand to support herself and perfectly gliding down, sending up a cloud of snow mist.

In a moment of impulse, Qin Lan shouted at her, "Substitute skater?"

Jiang Yan was stunned. She looked down at her white ski suit and suddenly realized what was going on. She was secretly delighted, slowly skied towards Qin Lan, nodded very calmly, and then opened her arms.

Qin Lan stopped moving, waiting for the other person to carry her up.

Jiang Yan waited for a while, puzzled, then moved her head. Qin Lan also widened her eyes and stretched out her arms, indicating that she should hug her.

Jiang Yan almost laughed, but quickly held it back. She lowered herself slightly and used her arms, which wouldn't obey her, to lift Qin Lan up in her arms.

Qin Lan lay there uncomfortably for a while, feeling inexplicably embarrassed. Dai Hua's silence exacerbated the awkwardness, and she shifted uncomfortably, turning her face to the side.

She figured it might be because they were dressed too warmly, and there was no actual physical contact.

This is a problem. It's freezing cold, and we can't just take off our clothes.

Just as Qin Lan was worrying, a person who had lost control bumped into her from behind. Jiang Yan narrowly dodged, and the two of them almost lost control as well. Fortunately, she managed to regain her balance, but Qin Lan was thrown off balance and buried her face in the other person's neck.

At the same time, she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

A warm feeling washed over her, and Qin Lan's heart suddenly pounded, her ears under her helmet turning bright red. She looked up, her face flushed, but she felt a mix of joy and smugness. It really had nothing to do with Jiang Yan! See? She was just too sensitive; she got like this whenever she had close contact with a woman she didn't know well.

Although she wasn't as sensitive as she had been during her few encounters with Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan was still her nemesis whom she disliked, so it was normal for her to react more strongly.

She was so pleased with herself that she didn't notice that even though she almost messed up, her proxy skater remained silent. Qin Lan was in a great mood and planned to verify things a little longer, so she called out, "Stop!"

Jiang Yan reluctantly stopped and put the person down.

"I'm tired of lying down, let's change positions." Qin Lan pondered for a moment, "Besides princess carries, what other services do you usually offer?"

Jiang Yan was caught off guard, and in a moment of quick thinking, she pointed to her shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Qin Lan was stunned.

Jiang Yan gestured repeatedly, trying to make her understand that she could sit on her shoulders.

"No, couldn't you just say something?" Qin Lan looked confused, and her gaze gradually became suspicious.

In a moment of crisis, Jiang Yan once again had a flash of inspiration. Her arm involuntarily rose up, she pointed to her mouth, and then waved her hand...

Qin Lan was stunned; he was actually mute!

"What a terrible thing!" She almost slapped herself for tormenting a disabled person! But then she saw Dai Hua's stiff face, as if he had been hurt, and she felt a surge of respect for him. He seemed to be a person who was willing to strive for self-improvement!

Not wanting to hurt the other person's pride, Qin Lan pointed to her waist and said, "Excuse me, but can I hang it here?"

Jiang Yan paused for two seconds, then nodded calmly and opened her arms again. Qin Lan seized the opportunity, wrapped her arms around Dai Hua's neck, and climbed up, hooking her legs around Jiang Yan's waist.

The ski suit clung to her body as she squeezed it, and Qin Lan touched her inner thigh, noting how slender it was.

Then her skater shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lan asked, puzzled.

Dai Hua silently shook his head and slowly began to skate.

Qin Lan felt that this position was a little more uncomfortable than lying down before, mainly because the contact area was larger. Her reactions also became exceptionally sensitive, and she could feel every tension and relaxation of the woman's muscles beneath her, as well as the rise and fall of her breathing.

It was just a little uncomfortable; it was definitely because the position was too suggestive.

Jiang Yan gradually increased her speed, lifting her into the air and soaring over the snow slope and the gale. Qin Lan was forced to press closer and closer to her, their heartbeats gradually drawing closer together. As she twisted her waist and changed edges on the ice, Qin Lan had to squeeze her legs together, pressing herself tightly against Jiang Yan's body.

Dai Hua let out another groan, her voice both pleasant and familiar.

Qin Lan became suspicious and recalled Dai Hua's lower face in her mind. Once she started to suspect, she couldn't stop. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he looked like her mortal enemy.

After a while, Qin Lan patted Dai Hua's shoulder and said, "Your arms are sore from carrying me, put me down and let me rest for a bit."

The other person gently put her down and stood to the side watching her. Qin Lan took out her water bottle, took a sip, and suddenly said, "Alright, let's continue, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Yan nodded reflexively: "Mmm..."

"Um???"

Jiang Yan abruptly covered her mouth and immediately began to frantically twist her waist and start walking. Qin Lan, her face contorted with rage, took two steps to catch up, tripped her with a hook of her leg, straddled her, and grabbed her by the neck: "It's you again!"

Jiang Yan's face flushed red from being pinched, and she struggled to raise her finger, pointing behind her: "Look over there!"

Qin Lan didn't even turn around: "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Danger... Look!" Jiang Yan gasped, her eyes filled with terror. Qin Lan, seeing her bulging eyes, sensed it wasn't fake and quickly turned to look. Taking advantage of her turn, Jiang Yan shoved her aside, sprang to her feet, and desperately slid down.

When Qin Lan turned around again, Jiang Yan had already slid more than ten meters away on the board. She was so angry that she pointed at Jiang Yan's back and started cursing, but how could she catch up with her?

Qin Lan fell ill that very night. Her heart was troubled, her liver was blazing with anger, and she was so restless that she went to bed at nine o'clock.

Going to bed early isn't always a good thing; at least Qin Lan's dreams seemed exceptionally long that night.

She dreamt that Jiang Yan wanted to take her to an amusement park to ride the carousel. Of course, she didn't want to go, but Jiang Yan held her hand tightly.

Qin Lan got angry, threw her aside forcefully, and turned to leave. But she had only taken two steps when she suddenly heard the clatter of hooves behind her. Then a colorful, dreamy pony crawled between her legs, straightened up, and carried her galloping towards the amusement park.

Qin Lan was stunned, and pounded on the pony, yelling, "Put me down!"

Not only did Xiao Ma speak human language, but his voice was exactly the same as Jiang Yan's: "No way."

Then she continued running wildly. She jumped high into the air, deliberately letting Qin Lan bump into her on the back when she landed.

At first, Qin Lan didn't react, but after a while, she turned red all over and her strength diminished: "Jiang Yan, you pervert!"

Little Ma leaped high in triumph, landing with a heavy forward lean that caused Qin Lan to slide towards her neck. Qin Lan caught her hastily, her face flushed and her body trembling slightly.

When she was put down again, Qin Lan no longer resisted and collapsed to the ground as soon as she dismounted. The little horse transformed back into Jiang Yan and stood in front of her: "Come with me to ride the pirate ship."

"I'm not going..." Qin Lan refused, her eyes glazed over. But Jiang Yan picked her up, treating her like a pendant just like during the day, and supported Qin Lan with one hand as she walked onto the pirate ship.

"Put me down." Qin Lan regained some strength and continued to hit her.

She stared at the back of Jiang Yan's neck, feeling an urge to snap it off. She observed this thought, but had no motivation to act, only lightly punching Jiang Yan's neck.

"Are you sure?" Jiang Yan asked. "You'd better not regret it."

"What could I possibly regret?" Qin Lan said. So Jiang Yan actually placed her on the chair and quietly sat down opposite her.

Without warning, the pirate ship jerked violently upwards, its nose plunging straight into the sky. Their seats were also positioned at an extremely dangerous angle; Qin Lan couldn't stay seated and fell towards Jiang Yan opposite her.

Jiang Yan, confident of victory, opened her arms and let Qin Lan crash into her embrace.

...

Qin Lan suddenly fell off the bed.

She lay on the carpet, panting heavily, still shaken. The sensation beneath her wasn't exactly soft; she knew Jiang Yan's body was much softer than this thin carpet.

Whether in her dreams or during the day, Jiang Yan's body was incredibly limp.

She got up, then suddenly froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Qin Lan moved into the bathroom, utterly puzzled.

"Aaaaah!" A minute later, she screamed in utter shame and indignation, "Damn Meng! Damn Jiang Yan!"

From then on, Qin Lan would inquire about Jiang Yan's presence wherever he went. Soon, investors learned that the two were at odds to the point of not wanting to appear together, and all sorts of rumors spread like wildfire.

Bai Ai tried to persuade Qin Lan for a long time with great effort, but Qin Lan remained unmoved.

"Please, just go! I guarantee you won't regret it." Bai Ai was practically begging her: "Do you know how many film directors will be there tonight to scout for actors? As long as you're willing to do it, I guarantee you'll be stepping into the film industry tomorrow!"

Qin Lan lay in the yacht's pool, basking in the sun and drinking champagne.

"I won't go to the places Jiang Yan said she would go."

"Why are you avoiding her? We haven't done anything wrong, and we're no worse than her, so why should we be afraid of her?"

"Who's afraid of her?" Qin Lan's eyelashes trembled, and she remembered that dream again. Ever since then, she would feel a chill every time she thought of Jiang Yan, so she avoided her.

However, she couldn't admit it to anyone, so she could only stubbornly insist, "I'm not going, I'm just lying here comfortably."

Bai Ai: "Wait a minute, I just received news that Actress Feng will also be there... Let me confirm."

Qin Lan sat up.

Bai Ai: "She was indeed among the invited guests!"

Qin Lan: "It's too sunny here, come pick me up."

Two hours later, Qin Lan entered the banquet hall in her signature fiery red dress. The space was filled with investors, directors, celebrities, and agents of all kinds, amidst the clinking of glasses, the rustling of clothes, and the radiant laughter of conversation.

Before Qin Lan even saw Feng Manhong, she spotted Jiang Yan first. Jiang Yan was wearing a white evening gown, standing next to her manager with a gentle smile.

Qin Lan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, moving a little further away at the same time.

Bai Ai greeted Qin Lan and several directors, brandished the Qin's Film Industry banner, and successfully invited the directors upstairs to discuss cooperation.

Whether it's choosing a director or a script, Bai Ai's eye for talent is unparalleled. Qin Lan already possessed immense potential, and the directors were all very interested in her, talking for two hours straight. Bai Ai got up to say goodbye; she still needed to say hello to the other agents.

Qin Lan didn't need to follow along; her work for the day was finished. As Qin Lan strolled back, a door suddenly opened beside her. A waiter pushing a food cart stopped as he saw her pass and let her go first.

There were about eight or nine people in the private room, with two or three minor celebrities sitting nearby. A voice came out: "Miss Jiang, if you don't drink this today, you're disrespecting me!"

Qin Lan frowned and stood motionless at the door. Just as the waiter looked up, Jiang Yan spoke up from behind, her voice tinged with laughter: "It's not that I'm not giving Mr. Liu face, it's just that I've had a bit of a cold recently, and I took medicine before coming here today, so it's really inconvenient for me to drink alcohol."

Inside the private room, someone said, "What? You can't drink today? Miss Jiang, what are you doing here if you can't drink?"

Before Jiang Yan could speak, Mr. Liu continued, "If you don't drink this today, I can make sure you disappear from the entertainment industry tomorrow! Let me tell you, don't think that just because you're hot right now I won't dare to do anything to you. If we're not willing to promote you, no matter how famous you become, even if you're as famous as Feng Manhong..."

A voice from outside interrupted him: "Hello, Uncle Liu."