Chapter 50 Help me find someone

But he never gets tempted.

Qi Chen turned his back to the window, expressionless.

Just then, his phone rang, and he hung up. He slid his finger and clicked on the text message, revealing a message at the top of the screen.

Zhang Wanqing: [I will return to China in a few days.]

The bottom of the screen was empty; Qi Chen didn't reply.

*

When Jiang Rao came back and passed by the corridor, the feeling was different this time.

The light has been repaired.

The crystal chandelier is magnificent, and Jiang Rao's starry dress is glittering.

Unfortunately...she is not a princess.

Every step she took was like walking on thin ice.

Just after turning the corner and passing the corridor, she saw the young man again.

Jiang Rao nodded with a wicked smile on his face.

This time she didn't just pass by the young man, but stopped, looked him in the eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

He really likes blushing.

Jiang Rao stared at his face. His face was still tender and looked very young.

"Luo...Luo Wenzhou." His voice was stammering.

"Nice name." Jiang Rao chuckled.

She didn't plan to do anything, she just wanted to have fun and tease him.

When passing by, Jiang Rao said casually, "Why do I feel that every time I see you, you blush."

Jiang Rao left, bringing with her a gust of wind, a fragrant breeze that blew towards Luo Wenzhou's heart.

Jiang Rao was unaware of all this.

Back in the women's locker room, everyone saw Jiang Rao come in and the atmosphere in the locker room became quiet.

Jiang Rao didn't care what they said about her behind her back. In life, the only thing she wanted was to live a happy life.

Whether others are happy or not is none of her business.

Jiang Rao put away her things and Su Qing'er came in. Her eyes were red and she packed her things silently. After putting her things away, she came to Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao raised her eyes. Su Qing'er did have the capital when she was not acting like a spoiled child. Look at her eyes, like a rabbit. The beauty was standing in front of her with tears in her eyes. She suddenly understood Qi Chen. If she were a man, he might hug her and coax her at this moment.

But - as soon as Su Qing'er opened her mouth, she destroyed the beauty.

"Jiang Rao, I'm not as skilled as you!" Su Qing'er clenched her hands and said angrily, "My today is just your tomorrow. You're just relying on Qi Chen to treat you well. If he gets tired of you, you..."

Jiang Rao pushed her fingers away. It was really funny. She was a person who only had today but no tomorrow, so what was there to talk about tomorrow?

"Don't worry about it." Jiang Rao smiled, "At least now, I'm not the one leaving."

Su Qing'er pursed her lips, packed her luggage and left dejectedly, with no one to see her off.

She picked up the water glass and raised it to Su Qing'er from a distance, "I wish you a bright future."

There was silence in the women's locker room. This was the worst kind of cruelty.

Su Qing'er was forced to resign. As long as Qi Chen made a promise, no theater would dare to hire her. Her departure was equivalent to the end of her career.

Jiang Rao looked around the locker room and saw that Su Qing'er's former followers avoided her eyes and did not dare to look at her.

Jiang Rao was not angry at all. They were confined to this small space and could only see a palm-sized cake, and they were still fighting over it.

She, Jiang Rao, only wants the best and sweetest piece.

After Su Qing'er left, the atmosphere in the locker room returned to its previous lively state.

Whether it was pretending or acting, Jiang Rao was very satisfied.

In particular, with the sound of "ding", the theater's salary arrived.

Qi Ze was also generous. He gave her one million on the night he left.

Jiang Rao will not go against money. She will not give up easily on such a big enemy.

As for Zhang Wanqing...

The past tense is the past tense after all.

When it was time to get off work, Jiang Rao walked out of the theater and dialed Jian Tang's number.

"Hey, Tangtang, help me check someone out."

"Who?" Jian Tang always responded to her requests.

"Zhang Wanqing."