Chapter 32 The Dark History of a Big Star
Over here, Ji Ruhui pulled Duan Mingxiao to play billiards, while Cong Chun sat on the sofa watching the game.
Luo Qing was also standing by the pool table, but his mind wasn't on the two people playing pool.
He pretends to be an innocent young man online, but acts sexually apathetic offline.
666 Duan Mingxiao, your acting skills are truly comparable to an Oscar-winning actor.
Once I, Luo Qing, have finished using you, you'll become the laughingstock of the entire Jinghai City, hehe.
Luo Qing thought to himself with a smug smile that he was a person who would stop at nothing to achieve fame, fortune, and status.
However, the next second, a gentle voice came from beside him.
When Cong Chun saw the boy in front of her lower his eyes and looked somewhat disappointed, she couldn't help but explain on behalf of her young master.
Cong Chun secretly avoided Duan Mingxiao's line of sight, pointed at the boy, and whispered.
"Young Master is somewhat face-blind."
The implication was that he hoped Luo Qing wouldn't dwell on what had just happened and make him feel bad.
Luo Qing frowned slightly, her gentle and beautiful fox-like eyes looking at Cong Chun with some confusion.
Why does Cong Chun look so familiar? Oh, isn't this the boy who called away Young Master Duan in Liujin last time?
Immediately, Luo Qing's expression became somewhat strange.
Because they were both wearing masks in the locker room, neither recognized the other at first.
Luo Qing's mind was racing, and he was too busy filming on set to send messages to his "good online friend".
So the boy decided to try and get some useful information out of Cong Chun.
Luo Qing feigned doubt, but was actually inquiring about Cong Chun's identity.
"I am the nanny hired by the young master."
As soon as Cong Chun finished speaking, Luo Qing quickly concealed the surprise in her eyes.
She put on a friendly mask again, but in reality, Luo Qing always kept a distance from everyone.
Luo Qing thought of Duan Mingxiao's temper, which could erupt at any time. Who could stand it?
At this moment, a hint of pity appeared in his eyes as he looked at Cong Chun.
The child is so thin, his clothes don't even fit properly. Tsk, he must have been tormented by this young master.
"So that's how it is... Serving Young Master Duan must have been very tiring for you."
Cong Chun smiled faintly at Luo Qing, speaking calmly.
"It's not hard work, young master is a very nice person."
Luo Qing paused for a moment, then met Cong Chun's bright, slightly translucent eyes.
The nanny Duan Mingxiao hired is quite pretty.
"Oh...oh, that's fine then."
After Luo Qing finished speaking, she realized that she had lost her composure for a moment, and a sense of regret suddenly rose in her heart.
The next second, a slightly surprised voice came from beside me.
Cong Chun stared intently at Luo Qing in front of him for a long time.
Cong Chun discovered something.
"I...know you, I've seen your movies before."
Hearing this, Luo Qing felt a little smug. Heh, it's normal for him to know me, after all, I'm so popular now.
However, Luo Qing still had a gentle smile on her face. The boy was about to ask Cong Chun if he needed her autograph or a photo.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's voice came chirping like a little sparrow.
"Did you play a little beggar named Little Pockmarked?"
Cong Chun was somewhat surprised, not expecting to see actors from a few movies he had seen before.
There are no televisions in the homes in the countryside, but a long time ago, the town would show movies over the open sky.
When Cong Chun was in junior high school, he was on his way home one day when he unexpectedly saw someone showing a free outdoor movie.
Driven by curiosity, he couldn't resist secretly taking a look.
Cong Chun clearly remembers that in the movie there was a little beggar who was about his age, with a tragic background and missing an arm, who was poorly clothed and starving.
This immediately moved Cong Chun, a junior high school student, to tears.
He returned home with red eyes that day, and his grandmother thought he had been bullied again.
Cong Chun quickly explained a lot to her, saying that he wouldn't cry if he were bullied now.
However, Cong Chun was still reminiscing about his small, touching experiences.
Luo Qing's face immediately darkened, the fake smile on her face instantly crumbled, and her eyes became even more gloomy.
Cong Chun was referring to the dark history he least wanted to face.
Luo Qing's family background is only considered average in the entertainment industry; there are plenty of people with stronger backing in the industry than him.
Back then, his idiotic agent randomly assigned him a script, and to his surprise, it turned out to be playing a beggar. Luo Qing, who was still in his adolescence, was furious for most of the night.
Ultimately, because the director of this film had a certain status in the industry and it was not easy to offend him, Luo Qing had no choice but to join the cast to play the little beggar after weighing the pros and cons.
For a while after the movie was released, some classmates inevitably made fun of Luo Qing because he had played a beggar.
Even now, his rivals' fans or haters often use screenshots from movies to mock him for being ugly.
Luo Qing's expression turned somewhat unpleasant; she hadn't expected Cong Chun to bring it up again.
Was this person doing it on purpose?
But the next second, Cong Chun looked at him with bright eyes, and the beautiful mole on her lip moved up and down with the opening and closing of her lips.
"Your acting was exceptionally brilliant."
Cong Chun really liked that little beggar.
Luo Qing chuckled softly for a moment, then, under the indoor light, slowly lowered her eyes to look at Cong Chun in front of her.
His eyes held a hint of something unreadable. He curled his lips slightly, calmed himself for a moment, and then put on a warm smile, speaking in a light tone.
"I'm glad you like it."
Cong Chun happily rummaged through his bag and took out some persimmon cakes to share with Luo Qing.
Luo Qing then saw Cong Chun first pull a red plastic bag out of her sluggish backpack, then carefully untie the knot, revealing a transparent packaging bag inside.
Cong Chun enthusiastically handed the frosty persimmon cakes to Luo Qing.
"My grandma made this, please have some."
The boy in front of her offered it with both hands. Luo Qing hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking it, but felt a little disgusted.
I don't know if it's clean or not.
Luo Qing originally didn't want to try it, but recently he's been trying to maintain his figure by filming period dramas, and he hasn't touched anything high in sugar or oil for three months.
This is such a hassle. I was originally planning to just throw it in the trash when I had the chance.
However, when Luo Qing met Cong Chun's expectant gaze, the boy inexplicably put the persimmon to his lips and took a bite.
It was very sweet; at least Luo Qing had never eaten anything so sweet before.
The next second, a cold, deep male voice suddenly cut in between the two.
"What are you talking about?"
[Who is this guy? Standing so close to Chun Chun, is he crazy?]
Duan Mingxiao's slender fingers easily hooked around the back of Cong Chun's collar, pulling him backward.
He wanted Cong Chun to stay away from Luo Qing and return to his side.
Cong Chun hugged her schoolbag tightly and subconsciously looked up at him.
Behind him, Duan Mingxiao lowered his eyebrows and stared at him with a half-smile in his narrow, upturned eyes. He exuded a low-pressure aura, and the obsidian earring on his ear gleamed coldly.
You're finished. I'm angry.
[Quickly comfort me...]
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