Chapter 13

Sister Hou was too short, and even in her high heels, she was still overshadowed by Ranlong. Seeing Ranlong's angry gaze looking down at her, Sister Hou's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

"I, I..." An angry person won't listen to explanations. Sister Hou knew this and changed the subject, "I'm sorry, Sister Ran!"

"A sincere apology?" Ranlong leaned his hands on the tree trunk, acting like a nonchalant little girl.

"Of course, I won't say bad things about you anymore!"

"Does what you say in your heart count?"

"Uh...of course!"

"Tsk, if you don't have any sincerity, who wouldn't curse someone in their heart? Forget it, I won't pursue you for now. Come with me to check out the hotel."

Sister Hou nodded vigorously, and almost blurted out "Thank you, Lord."

Sister Hou was easy to bully; they could settle their score later. Ranlong was currently thinking about how to use Qiu An's secret crush to punish her and make her pay for what she had done.

Since it was a confidential project, the crew booked an entire business hotel for all the staff to stay in.

Qiu An did not ask to stay in a higher-end hotel. On the contrary, the gossip that Sister Hou heard was that Qiu An took the initiative to ask to live with everyone.

And what "ranlong" means is to go and have a look first, and if it doesn't work, change it.

Sister Hou had already searched online for photos of the hotel, and the interior and exterior were quite nice. The rooms were spacious and had all the necessary amenities. There was even a small garden outside, so the residential building wasn't directly adjacent to the main road. When the Life producer gave her the room card, he'd also mentioned that Ranlong would be staying in the most luxurious suite.

Anything is better than the doghouse where Ranlong lives now. I'm just afraid that she will try to force her own way again.

When they arrived at the hotel entrance, the bellboy was about to take the luggage from Sister Hou when he was stopped by Ranlong: "Hey, it's okay, just let my assistant do it."

Retribution came so quickly.

She said that Ranlong was extremely petty, no wonder he and Qiu An had been holding a grudge for so many years.

It was Sister Hou's first time joining a long-term filming crew, so she had quite a bit of luggage, filling up an entire suitcase. She looked at the three large suitcases in front of her with a worried look on her face.

Despite this, the porter was kind enough to help her lift the suitcase onto the luggage cart.

The elevator went all the way to the top floor, and the two came to Ranlong's room.

"Give me the room card. I'll take a look first. If I'm not satisfied, we'll move out."

Ranlong said this, but she had no intention of actually doing so. The nearest five-star hotel was quite a distance away, and she was a little tired. If she continued running around, she would be exhausted.

Sister Hou was panting as she rummaged through her bags. The friction between the luggage cart and the carpet was quite strong, so pushing it didn't save much effort. She was also wearing uncomfortable shoes, so it was quite strenuous work.

Sister Hou handed the room card to Ranlong. While Ranlong turned around, she quietly took off her high heels and began to move the boxes off the cart.

With a click, the door unlocked. Ranlong pressed the doorknob, but before she could push it, the door opened inwards as if on its own motion.

Her body was pulled forward as her hand on the door handle, and she staggered slightly. Her eyes followed her unsteady steps downward, and the fluttering black skirt came into view.

Ranlong was startled and raised his eyebrows, meeting Qiu An's gaze.

Bang.

Almost subconsciously on guard, Ranlong stepped back and slammed the door shut.

Hearing the noise, Sister Hou put down her luggage, stood up and asked her, "What happened again?" Ancestor?

"Went to the wrong room."

"That's right, didn't you swipe open the door?"

"Did I open it?" Ranlong looked at the room card in his hand, then looked at the room number, "It seems to be correct."

Sister Hou held back the curse words that were about to come out of her mouth.

I put the room card on the card reader again, opened the door, and saw Qiu An standing in front of the door again.

Qiu An: "Xiao Ran..."

Before the word "Ran" came out, Ranlong slammed the door shut again.

The wind from the door blew up Qiu An's long hair and skirt, and also made her close her eyes slightly. Somehow, the corners of her eyes felt a little sore again.

Outside the room, Ranlong and Sister Hou looked at each other.

"You saw it too, right? I wasn't hallucinating, right? How could she appear in my room?" Ranlong asked Sister Hou.

"I, I don't know either."

"Did she walk into the wrong room?"

Sister Hou remembered that when she was browsing hotel room types online, she saw that some suites had more than one bedroom. She immediately had another idea in her mind, but she didn't dare say it out loud. She just said cautiously, "Maybe... right?"

"No, no!" Ranlong seemed to understand, "Hurry up and ask someone if there's something wrong!"

Sister Hou quickly took out her cell phone from her bag, found the chat box of Life Producer, and sent her messages rapidly.

"Why are you still typing? This is extremely urgent, just call!"

As he was speaking, the door was opened by Qiu An.

Qiu An and Ran Long looked at each other, and Sister Hou watched her nose and her heart, waiting attentively for the phone in her hand to be connected.

"Sister Hou, there's no need to call. You're not in the wrong place. This suite has two bedrooms. Xiao Ran and I will each have one."

Sister Hou hung up the phone. Ran Long saw that she didn't listen to her instructions but listened to Qiu An instead, so she shouted anxiously, "No!"

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of an elevator arriving at the corner.

Someone came, and Ranlong didn't want anyone to hear their argument, mainly because she didn't want anyone to find out that she and Qiu An lived together.

It seems like they have a very good relationship.

Ranlong reacted quickly. She pushed past Qiu An and entered the room, dragging three pieces of luggage and Sister Hou in one by one. Finally, she picked up a pair of high heels lying at the door and threw them into Sister Hou's arms, then with a bang, she isolated herself and created an enclosed space.

"Why should I stay in the same suite with you? This hotel is so big, we've booked it, right? I don't believe there aren't other rooms."

"The other rooms are full." Qiu An said calmly.

"Did you hear me? I said I don't believe it!" The calmer Qiu An became, the more anxious Ran Long became.

"The producers were very considerate and tried their best to arrange single rooms for everyone. This hotel doesn't have many rooms."

"Tsk! I can't tell you, it must be Yuan Chengyin's doing!"

As he spoke, Ranlong dialed Yuan Chengyin's number and started talking into the microphone.

"Um... uh..." Yuan Chengyin was speechless after being yelled at by Ranlong.

Seeing Yuan Chengyin hesitating, Qiu An interrupted, "Xiao Ran, we're going to play a pair of rivals who love each other and have hidden feelings for each other. You and I living together will make it easier for us to cultivate our relationship in advance."

"Yes, yes!" Yuan Chengyin continued, "We'll have a scene together tomorrow, so you need to hurry up! It would be best if we could sleep in the same bed tonight..."

"Why are you sleeping on the same bed? Yuan Chengyin, are you crazy?"

"No, actually, this situation is not uncommon. It's just... when I directed love scenes in the past, I also had similar requirements for the actors..."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"That's definitely not a lie. After all, it's not like you haven't slept together before, so it's only natural for you to bond for the sake of collaboration...right?"

Sister Hou's eyes fell on the carpet, but her ears couldn't help but prick up. Was this gossip she could hear? What did they mean by "sleep together before"? Was it what she thought it meant? It had better not be, right?

Ranlong raised her middle finger at the phone and hung up. She turned to ask Sister Hou, "Did the producer get back to you?"

"Yes, I'm back."

"Tell her I want to change hotels."

"...The producer said the funds for accommodation have already been allocated and there is no additional funding available."

Ranlong glared at Qiu An fiercely, but Qiu An just blinked and accepted it all, remaining unmoved.

"Alright. You guys can team up to mess with me, right? I won't fall into your trap! Sister Hou, give me your room card and I'll switch rooms with you."

When Sister Hou heard this, her legs and feet went limp and she fell to her knees on the carpet with a thud.

She climbed forward using her hands and feet, hugged Ranlong's legs, and cried out in a passionate voice: "Sister Ran, please let me go, please let me go. I have a seriously ill grandmother and a younger sister who needs to be fed..."

Sister Hou didn't have the courage to live with Qiu An, and she didn't want to get involved in their messy and bloody affairs.

She couldn't figure out the relationship between these two people, the crazy Ran Long and the incomprehensible Qiu An. She wouldn't even know how or where she died.

What's going on every day?

She just wanted to make some money steadily, and didn't want to die young or be mutilated.

Sister Hou wailed, tears streaming down her face. She looked like a recent graduate who'd been bullied to the point of mental breakdown. Even as she sobbed, she wondered if she, too, had a talent for acting.

Ranlong was panicked when she saw Sister Hou burst into tears. She squatted down to comfort her, but Sister Hou held her tightly around her knees, preventing her from bending...

There was no other way, she could only lift Sister Hou's face forcefully and wipe away her tears with her palm in a panic.

As he wiped it, he said, "Alright, alright, why are you crying about such a trivial matter? Aren't you determined to be a great agent? Wouldn't it be nice to give you a chance to hook up with that actress? Alright, alright, no need to change rooms. Stop crying and go back to your room."

When Sister Hou heard that Ranlong had let her go, she quickly got up, wiped her tears, picked up her high heels, pushed her luggage and left without looking back.

She didn't want to stay in this room for even a second, for fear that Ranlong would change his mind and she would be dragged into the bloody storm between them again.

After what Sister Hou did, Ranlong no longer had the energy to make trouble.

Watching Sister Hou walk out of the room sobbing, Ranlong wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw Qiu An, who had been standing silently by her side, suddenly turned cold. Without even saying hello, he walked back to his room and closed and locked the door.

Dye:?

How did she offend Qiu An again?

What's going on every day?

It's really incomprehensible.

Wait a minute, Qiu An just picked the room on his own. Did he discuss it with her? Did he get her consent?

Ouch...