Chapter 62 I’m not as concerned about face as you think.
As the elevator slowly stopped on the 32nd floor, Cheng Luanxin took a deep breath.
Don't be nervous, don't be timid. It's just Song Qiuchi. Can he eat you? Just face it with a normal mind.
She raised her head and walked into the restaurant's foyer.
Su Ling had sharp eyes. She spotted Cheng Luanxin coming in through the pillars and waved at her enthusiastically, "Qiu Chi, over here!"
Cheng Luanxin didn't have time to think about it, and hurried over with her bag: "Long time no see!"
If Song Qiuchi has come up, then she is most likely sitting with Su Ling. Thinking of this in her heart, Cheng Luanxin couldn't help but grit her teeth. When she looked up, she didn't see any trace of Song Qiuchi.
She was stunned and blurted out: "Song, Cheng Luanxin...isn't she here?"
Su Ling smiled and patted the seat beside her: "Come and sit down quickly. Look at you. You came here and asked Luan Xin what you were doing. Aren't you sweet enough?"
Cheng Luanxin scratched his head: "It's... it's okay..."
"What do you mean it's okay? Tell me, what happened next? You two should be together now, right?"
"W-where next?"
"Guava Music Festival! Didn't Luanxin confess her love to you with a magic trick? It went viral online! I watched several fans filming the scene from different angles, but I couldn't figure out how the magic trick worked. You were so close, and you didn't see it?"
Cheng Luanxin really didn't think much about how the magic trick was performed. After all, everything had been messed up since then, so how could she have the mood to analyze the magic trick?
"I... didn't think too much about it... After all, magic, a little mystery is what makes it romantic..."
"Oh my, Qiu Chi is shy! So how are you guys doing now? Are you together? Are you secretly living together?"
Cheng Luanxin couldn't bring herself to say that they had already broken up, so she said tactfully, "No... We both calmed down later and decided to keep a certain distance for the time being..."
Su Ling didn't understand: "Yeah, living together is too fast, distance makes beauty!"
Cheng Luanxin wanted to explain, but Duan Mengshu and Lin Zhiyun came over, so she had to stop talking and chat with them.
She thought Song Qiuchi would come upstairs soon, but many people came in one after another, but Song Qiuchi was not there.
Is it so hard to find a parking space? I wonder if I’ve scratched someone.
Cheng Luan couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.
Su Ling saw her worry and asked, "How about sending a message and asking?"
Cheng Luanxin said vaguely: "She seems to be parking the car."
Song Qiuchi arrived late only after the other seven guests had arrived and were sitting around the same table.
She was wearing a black woolen beret and a black plain half-length suit skirt that Cheng Luanxin had never seen before. She must have bought it herself. It was simple and cold, with a strong aura that kept strangers away.
Cheng Luan felt sad. Song Qiuchi didn't even want to wear her clothes.
Su Ling quickly stood up, smiled and waved at her: "Luanxin! You're finally here! We've been waiting for you for a long time! You made Qiuchi so worried!"
Song Qiuchi paused and looked at Cheng Luanxin with a half-smile: "Are you worried about me?"
Cheng Luan was taken aback. She didn't expect the first words between the two would be like this. She replied vaguely, "I was just wondering why you hadn't come yet since it's so late..."
Su Ling didn't notice anything unusual and dragged Song Qiuchi to sit next to Cheng Luanxin. "Oh, finally our model couple is together! I feel like I'm back to the show again. I'm so happy!"
Cheng Luanxin's back suddenly straightened. Her arms, pressed against Song Qiuchi's suit skirt, felt the cold air from outside and unconsciously shrank back.
Song Qiuchi glanced at her indifferently.
Cheng Luan was startled: "It's quite cold today, I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
Duan Mengshu laughed: "Why are you two so nervous? You are obviously the one who has made the most progress among us, yet you are still pretending here and treating us as outsiders?"
Song Qiuchi smiled: "The one with the fastest progress?"
Su Ling: "Yeah! Qiu Chi just praised you, saying that it was so romantic for you to confess your love to her using magic. Which girl could resist that?"
Cheng Luan was so upset she wanted to cry. When had she ever said that? It was completely irrelevant, okay? This Su Ling was nothing but a rumor monger!
Song Qiuchi looked at Cheng Luanxin deeply: "Really?"
Cheng Luanxin blushed and quickly denied: "I, I really didn't say that."
Everyone present smiled at each other:
"Oh! Qiuchi is shy again."
"I can't stand you two. You're already an old married couple, and you're still so clingy."
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you two anymore."
Song Qiuchi touched the cup. The boiling water was still steaming. She stood up and said, "It's too hot to drink. I'll go get some coffee."
Cheng Luanxin subconsciously stood up and said, "I'll go with you."
Song Qiuchi glanced at her, said nothing, and walked forward.
The two of them came to the coffee machine one after the other.
Most of the guests were sitting in their seats, catching up and chatting. The self-service beverage area was quite deserted, but it was a suitable place for conversation.
Song Qiuchi paused and turned to look at Cheng Luanxin: "There shouldn't be any cameras following us today, right?"
Cheng Luanxin was stunned: "No, no?"
Song Qiuchi folded his arms and said, "Then why are you still following me? Who are you acting for?"
Cheng Luanxin felt uncomfortable when asked, and said in a panic: "I, I just want to explain to you that I don't think it's romantic. That's all Su Ling's guess. I really didn't say that."
Song Qiuchi's eyes revealed a hint of self-mockery: "Oh, you don't find it romantic. Coincidentally, I don't find it romantic either. I just find it ridiculous."
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Cheng Luanxin was speechless. "I, I just want to tell you that I didn't say anything nonsense."
"Whatever you say has nothing to do with me. If you care so much about your reputation, I don't mind performing with you for another night. But please don't bother me again in the future."
With Song Qiuchi already showing this attitude, Cheng Luanxin naturally didn't dare to say anything else. She said listlessly, "You...you don't have to act...I'm not as concerned about face as you think."
The coffee was full, Song Qiuchi glanced at her and turned away.
Cheng Luanxin felt bored and it would be awkward to go back, so she picked up a cup and prepared to get a cup of coffee.
At this time, a young man with short dreadlocks walked over.
He saw Cheng Luanxin, whistled frivolously, and approached her in a familiar manner: "Hey, are you Song Qiuchi?"
Cheng Luan thought for a moment and didn't remember anyone like that in the production team. She asked cautiously, "Hello?"
The man with dreadlocks grinned. "I've heard a lot about you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hu Lie. I'm barely in the same industry as you, a relatively unknown artist. My dad is an investor in your show, and I happened to be free today, so I stopped by to hang out. I didn't expect to actually meet you."
Cheng Luanxin didn't think much about it and nodded at him: "Oh, hello."
Hu Lie took out his phone and leaned closer to Cheng Luanxin: "Why not leave me your contact information?"
Cheng Luanxin felt inexplicably repulsed by his nonchalant look, but she still took out her phone and added Hu Lie as a friend.
When they returned to the table, Song Qiuchi was still sitting in his original seat, and everyone was still laughing and talking. The atmosphere was unchanged from before.
Although Song Qiuchi hated her, he did not expose her.
Cheng Luan calmed herself down and sat back down next to Song Qiuchi.
Soon, the banquet began.
After the host's introduction, Cheng Luanxin learned that today's wrap-up party not only invited all the guests and the staff responsible for the filming, but also representatives from the program's producers, producers, supervisors, directors, investors, advertisers, etc.
The guests were all young women, and had never seen such a scene before, so they felt a little awkward. Fortunately, the important people were sitting at the next table, so they didn't need to accompany the drinking.
However, after several rounds of drinking and as the smell of alcohol became stronger, the topics on the other side gradually became vulgar and made the atmosphere of the entire restaurant vulgar.
Su Ling put down her chopsticks in annoyance and whispered, "A good meal has become tasteless. If I had known it was this kind of party, I wouldn't have come."
Song Qiuchi touched her shoulder gently, signaling her to stop talking.
But toasts still had to be made. Soon it was Cheng Luanxin's table's turn. Cheng Luanxin looked up and found that Hu Lie was among those toasting.
Hu Lie also winked at Cheng Luanxin, then pretended to be surprised as if he had discovered something, "Hey, Qiu Chi, that's juice in your cup, right? That's a foul!"
Cheng Luanxin was stunned. Before she could react, she heard Song Qiuchi say coldly, "She's allergic to alcohol. What's the problem?"
Hu Lie glanced at Song Qiuchi and raised his eyebrows: "I thought so, it turns out you are allergic to alcohol. Please help yourself, please help yourself, haha."
After toasting, the group left and went to the next table.
Song Qiuchi frowned: "Do you know him?"
Cheng Luanxin said honestly, "He just spoke to me at the beverage counter. He said his father is an investor and he's also an actor. He asked for my contact information."
Song Qiuchi: "What kind of messed-up people dare to add this? Delete them."
Cheng Luanxin quickly took out her cell phone: "Oh."
She deleted Hu Lie and held her phone up to Song Qiuchi in a flattering manner: "Look, it's deleted."
Song Qiuchi said indifferently, "No need to show it to me."
Cheng Luanxin muttered to herself, didn’t you tell me to delete it? You deleted it without even looking at it. You’re so hard to please.
Not far away, Hu Lie was secretly observing the two of them, with a sneer on his face.
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