Chapter 73 Choosing to Go Public: You Follow Your Heart, I Will Follow Your Will
The next morning, Song Ying was woken up by the production crew knocking on her door.
I picked up my phone and saw it was 6 a.m.
"Are you crazy...?"
Why would anyone disturb someone's peaceful sleep at this hour?
After yawning widely, Song Ying was about to go back to sleep when suddenly she touched a warm chest that felt incredibly smooth and strong.
He instinctively hugged her, drew closer, and even rubbed against her.
A moment later.
Song Ying suddenly stopped moving.
He sat up straight abruptly.
A chill ran down my chest and back, and my head suddenly went blank.
I can't remember anything clearly from last night, except for vague fragments...
"Dancing Grass..."
With a start, the phrase "national essence" slipped out of Song Ying's mouth, and she shook Qin Shu, who was lying next to her, violently.
"Ashu, wake up, don't sleep!"
"Sweetie, don't shake me, sleep a little longer..."
Qin Shu's voice was husky, with a slightly nasal tone. He reached out and pulled Song Ying into his arms, intending to continue sleeping while holding her.
"..."
Song Ying finally managed to free her hand, raised it, and turned on the light with a "click." Her long, chestnut-colored hair, resembling seaweed, covered most of her skin, making her appear even more like jade and smooth skin.
The lights that suddenly came on were blindingly bright.
Not only did Qin Shu involuntarily cover his eyes, but even Song Ying herself couldn't bear it for a moment, raising her hand to shield her eyes for quite a while before gradually getting used to it.
"The production crew is knocking on the door, did you even see where my clothes are?"
Ignoring her aching back, Song Ying noticed the faint hickeys on her neck as her hair swayed.
She looked around, but couldn't find her clothes anywhere.
"The clothes should be..."
Qin Shu threw back the covers and got up, searching the room.
Even though they had been completely honest with each other many times before, Song Ying still blushed when she looked at that strong and well-defined body.
"You, you should put your clothes on first..."
Qin Shu paused, looking over with a half-smile.
"What's wrong, shy? It's not like you haven't seen it before."
"……Pooh!"
How can this person be so shameless!
"It's not that I don't want to wear it, it's just that I don't have any clothes."
Even Qin Shu was puzzled as to where the clothes had been lost.
"Can it fly now?"
Song Ying mumbled a complaint, pulled the blanket over herself, and then asked.
"How did I get back last night? I only remember having drinks with you at the tavern, and that's it. I have absolutely no recollection of the rest."
"I see."
Qin Shu stepped out of the bedroom, and after a short while, he turned back, holding the clothes the two of them had worn before leaving the night before.
However.
"How the hell did my clothes get so ripped?!"
The Chanel-style slip dress had become a strapless top, with half of it missing, and the shirt in Qin Shu's hand wasn't in much better shape either...
His face was burned so badly it looked like a monkey's bottom.
Song Ying covered her face with her hands, closed her eyes tightly, and was filled with remorse.
"Drinking leads to trouble..."
"It wouldn't be considered a mistake, but it certainly gave me courage."
Qin Shu corrected him, casually tossed the tattered pieces of cloth on the ground, took out a beautifully packaged box from the cabinet, and continued to tease him.
"As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the timid, and Song was exceptionally wild last night."
"……Shut up!"
"But I like it."
"Ugh, Qin Shu, shut up!"
Song Ying grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at him.
That's so embarrassing.
That's so embarrassing!
She is clearly a very reserved and proper person!
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up."
Qin Shu couldn't hide the mischievous smile on his lips, and then handed the box in his hand to Song Ying.
"Wear this set first, I'll figure out the others."
Given the current situation, it's impossible for Song Ying to leave Qin Shu's room in disheveled clothes, let alone lie in bed naked waiting for Qin Shu to bring her clothes.
She was ready to break out wearing Qin Shu's clothes.
but……
"What's this?"
The exquisite packaging, adorned with gold-flecked stationery, definitely didn't look like a men's item. "Women's clothing? Hey, Qin Shu, you didn't prepare this for some little vixen I don't know, did you?"
"You guessed it."
Qin Shu responded and changed into a new set of clothes, but continued talking.
"That little vixen is lying on my bed right now, do you want to go and have a fight with her?"
Song Ying: "...Pah!"
"Isn't this a gift I prepared for you last night because of the holiday? Try it on and see if it fits."
Qin Shu finally became serious and stopped teasing, but he didn't stay serious for long.
Just as Song Ying was changing her clothes, she heard someone add another sentence.
"I originally planned to come back last night and have you take him home. But Song was so drunk and wouldn't leave. He even tried to pull at my clothes. I had no choice but to..."
"If you say another word, I'll smash my head against your head and kill you."
Song Ying stared in embarrassment, wishing she could tape someone's mouth shut. "You'd be more likable if you were more obedient."
When they first met, Qin Shu was not docile at all, let alone like a puppy.
He was arrogant and domineering, completely disregarding others and scheming.
It was only through Song Ying's guidance that she was able to develop a personality that was both wild and gentle.
If he hadn't teased her so rudely just now, Song Ying would have almost forgotten what this guy used to be like.
Before they could finish speaking, they had already changed their clothes.
It was a light purple long dress.
The overall design features a butterfly-shaped drawstring, with flowing gauze ruffled sleeves that provide sun protection while subtly revealing the arms, showcasing their fair and slender figures. A cutout at the waist perfectly accentuates Song Ying's beautiful curves.
At first glance, her figure is exquisite and well-proportioned, as if she were tailor-made for Song Ying.
As Song Ying got out of bed, Qin Shu couldn't help but boast.
"I have a really good eye."
"What? It's clearly because I'm good-looking, okay?"
"I said I have great taste in choosing a wife."
"..."
Song Ying took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Qin Shu, are you just trying to make me unhappy today?"
Are you saying you won't pay the price until she chokes to death?
"If he starts to get angry, it means he's really sober."
Qin Shu chuckled, pinched Song Ying's smooth cheek, and after their foreheads touched, he winked like a puppy, "Okay, wife, don't be angry anymore~ I was wrong~"
Song Ying was completely powerless against Qin Shu's cuteness.
Especially those captivating, alluring fox-like eyes—they were practically bewitching her into committing a crime.
Upon further reflection, Song Ying's anger dissipated. She remembered how she had thoroughly ravaged a pure-hearted young man last night.
Just as I was about to say something more, the knocking on the door sounded again.
"..."
Song Ying was truly convinced.
Do all these people in the production crew never sleep?
They were supposed to start broadcasting at 8 PM, but they suddenly started broadcasting at 7 PM yesterday, and started harassing people at 6 PM today.
Song Ying yawned widely.
I'm so tired. I didn't sleep well on the first day when I was adjusting to the time difference, and now I have to wake up so early again. Even someone as strong as me can't keep going like this.
Qin Shu looked at her for a moment and felt really sorry for her working so hard.
"Go back to sleep, I'll take care of things outside."
"Huh?"
"It's 6:10 now, you can still sleep for more than an hour. I'll wake you up then. Don't worry about the production team."
After saying this, Qin Shu pushed open the bedroom door, walked out, and then closed the door behind her.
Song Ying quickly pressed her ear against the door to listen carefully, but she could only hear the sound of the door opening. After that, she could no longer hear the sounds outside clearly, but she didn't dare to go out.
After standing there for a while, I kept yawning, and tears were welling up in my eyes.
Song Ying could only take off her skirt and fall into a deep sleep on the bed again.
On the other side, when the crew saw Qin Shu come out with a cold face, they all subconsciously took a step back.
No one dared to barge into the house.
Where is the director?
"On...the first floor."
Thank you.
Qin Shu didn't make things difficult for the staff. After thanking them, she slipped on her slippers and prepared to go downstairs. Halfway down, she turned back.
"So, are you taking pictures of me, or are you knocking on my door?"
That's right!
They're filming people!
Everyone's gone, why are you still guarding the room door?
So everyone followed Qin Shu downstairs in a large group.
The remaining filming crew waited cautiously at Song Ying's door, pressing the doorbell repeatedly, but not daring to press it too many times, much less knock directly.
Everyone's afraid of being thrown over the shoulder like yesterday.
"Strange, is Teacher Song sleeping so soundly today...?"
The staff felt that today's task was particularly challenging.
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The value of taking a nap after waking up lies not only in replenishing sleep, but also in providing psychological compensation.
Although it was only a little over an hour, Song Ying quickly regained her previous energy.
Song Ying had just woken up when she received Qin Shu's wake-up call.
After a quick wash, I heard the sound of a room key opening the door from outside.
Song Ying quickly hid in the bathroom and looked out, but then she heard Qin Shu's footsteps.
"Why is it you?"
"I borrowed the hotel kitchen and made some breakfast for you to tide you over."
"Did you go downstairs to cook?"
Song Ying was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but look outside. "Where are those people outside? Are they still there?"
"It was there before, but it's not here now."
"How did you get away?"
"Nothing much was done."
Qin Shu handed over a bowl of hot red bean and barley porridge. "I just called Jin Yifan and asked him to talk to the director about the contract."
Song Ying: "...You sent the esteemed Attorney Jin to do something like this?"
"In a civilized society, we need civilized people to do civilized things. You know, I'm not a civilized person, and my actions aren't civilized either, which isn't good."
Qin Shu actually wanted to do it himself.
I'm afraid the director won't be able to handle it and will cause trouble for Song Ying.
But repeatedly preventing his wife from getting a good night's sleep isn't a good idea either.
So Jin Yifan will have to make do for now.
Zhuo Rui also felt very wronged at this moment.
I got up early in the morning, intending to be the bird that eats insects and gather more material through surprise attacks. But who knew I would end up being the bird that gets eaten by insects?
Jin Yifan, China's top-ranked lawyer, has never lost a case he has handled.
He won the two most famous contract termination cases among actors in the industry. Not only did the actors not have to pay compensation, but their original companies also had to pay him a large sum of money.
Zhuo Rui had known about this person for a long time.
And now, this person is talking to him via the internet, from across the ocean, about his breach of contract and the estimated compensation.
Director Zhuo's heart trembled.
For a time, he became increasingly curious about Qin Shu's identity.
Is it possible for a nobody in the e-sports industry to hire Jin Yifan?
impossible!
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Meanwhile, Song Ying was having dinner with Qin Shu.
"Ah Shu, I'm actually thinking, do we really need to hide it like this? Getting married isn't anything shameful. Besides, I don't make a living by selling a single persona. Even if outsiders know I'm married, it's really not a big deal, right?"
Song Ying stirred the porridge in her bowl, and the more she thought about it, the more absurd things seemed about what happened that morning.
The two were clearly a legally married couple, but this shock made it seem like they were having an affair.
I don't know when it started, but I've come to accept that I'm married and can't let anyone know.
But this is clearly wrong—Song Ying thought to herself.
"I don't care."
Qin Shu even wished the whole world knew that Song Ying was his wife.
"I heard from your agent that female celebrities have a short prime. Someone like you, starting at twenty-four or twenty-five, is already at a disadvantage. If you're also married, then production companies will be very unlikely to consider you for roles of unmarried girls. With your current status, you won't have many options, which will restrict your future development."
Qin Shu knew all too well how much Song Ying loved performing.
He didn't want to hold Song Ying back because of their marriage.
If announcing this marriage would cost her many important opportunities, then he is willing to be her silent "boyfriend" behind the scenes.
The Song family's upbringing instilled in Song Ying the ability to grow into an independent and self-reliant person from a young age.
During her studies abroad, she achieved remarkable success step by step through her own hard work.
After returning to China, Song Ying did not rely on her mother's connections in the entertainment industry, nor did she depend on the Qin family's influence to make herself famous.
She has always taken one step at a time, relying on her own efforts to win the glory that belongs to her.
A few years ago, Qin Shu did consider using the Qin family's influence to help Song Ying gain more opportunities.
But later he gradually realized that sometimes, doing what's best for someone isn't about doing what you think is best, but about doing what the other person thinks is best.
The former is just indulging in self-pity.
"Anyway, whether it's public or not, I support your decision. Your agent's concerns are reasonable, but that's from her own perspective, and she thinks it's for your own good. But what I care about is always your own feelings."
Qin Shu tucked a stray strand of hair behind Song Ying's ear and gently pinched her cheek.
"You follow your heart, and I will follow yours."
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