Chapter 88
Qin Su returned to the Heartbeat House and, before going to sleep, recalled Ye Yan standing outside the car door, blankly responding to the staff's questions.
Staff member: "Mr. Ye, what are you doing here?"
Ye Yan replied absentmindedly, "Hmm."
Staff member; "?"
What does "um" mean?
Are you just passing by? Or are you also coming here to eat?
Ye Yan continued absentmindedly, "Hmm."
Staff: "???"
What should I do if the guest suddenly acts a little strange late at night? I'm so scared, should I call the director?
Qin Su rolled down the car window at the opportune moment, feigning surprise at seeing Ye Yan: "Oh, what a coincidence, President Ye is here too?"
Ye Yan immediately turned his head and stared at her, his eyes dark and bright.
Qin Su smiled and said, "What a coincidence, isn't it?"
Ye Yan paused, his expression unreadable, as if he were both happy and somewhat unwilling, and said, "...Yes." He emphasized the word, repeating it slowly and deliberately, "What a coincidence."
......
Thinking of the complex expression on Ye Yan's face, Qin Su couldn't help but laugh.
The restaurant's main entrance was in an alleyway, where even cars weren't allowed. How could Ye Yan have happened to pass by from so far away and just happened to see the production crew's car? Was he in the sky?
Being stubborn is a problem that needs to be addressed.
Qin Su lay down on the bed and picked up the two envelopes she had found by her door when she returned from the cabinet next to her.
One of the invitations was for tomorrow, and the location was quite interesting; it was called "Aunt Li's Noodle Shop," which sounded like one of those small roadside restaurants you could find anywhere.
The other envelope was dated the day after tomorrow, and the address was the usual xx road, xx location. She searched it up and it seemed to be a coffee shop.
Qin Su held the two envelopes between her fingers and twirled them, pondering for a moment before making some guesses.
The next morning, unusually, she didn't wear a skirt. Instead, she wore a green tank top and shorts. As she walked down the stairs in the morning, her curves were alluring where they weren't, and her exposed skin was snow-white and glowing.
Everyone stared at her intently. Jin Xiao tilted his head back slightly, his mouth slightly open, while Chu Ge's eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
When Qin Su came down and stood on the handrail, everyone felt even more overwhelmed and couldn't find a place to look. Their hearts pounded when they looked at her face, their faces flushed and their hearts raced when they looked down, their waists seemed to be moving, and their eyes were glued to her legs for a long time, unable to move.
Even Xiang Shuangshuang in the observation room couldn't help but be amazed. Her gaze was fixed on it, and she murmured, "So big... no, so white, cough cough cough cough, no."
Her face flushed red, and she stammered, "What I meant was that Qin Su looks beautiful in this outfit; green really makes her skin look fairer."
The only two female guests, Shi Yi, turned to look at her and said earnestly, "I understand."
Even though they were all girls, they couldn't control this reaction.
[I couldn't help but echo Xiang Shuangshuang's sentiment: So big, oh no, so white, *slurp*]
[Who knows? I suddenly felt a wetness on the back of my hand and realized I was drooling. Turns out, the thing in TV dramas where people drool over beautiful women is actually real.]
[Is green really that pretty? I'm tempted, I want to buy a green top too.]
[In an instant, I understood why some emperors neglected their morning court sessions; who could withstand that?]
Qin Su sat down next to Xue Jianxing and picked up the bowl on the table: "Is this for me?"
Xue Jianxing's cheeks flushed slightly, looking somewhat embarrassed. He didn't dare to look at her closely and nodded hastily.
The group ate without looking up. Those who usually fawned over Qin Su were quiet. Xu Shishi tried to use her girl status to get closer to Qin Su, but Qin Su slapped her hand with her chopsticks and she had no choice but to finish her meal and go to work.
Once everyone else had left, leaving only Xue Jianxing and Qin Su at the table, Qin Su slowly put down her cutlery and asked, "Shall we set off together?"
The staff behind the camera immediately looked at Xue Jianxing, suspecting that Xue Jianxing had revealed his identity.
Xue Jianxing was speechless for a long time before finally saying, "Is it that obvious?"
Qin Su smiled and said, "It's not hard to guess. After all, everyone else has to go to the company during the day, but you own a flower shop, so you have more freedom in your daytime schedule."
That's right, Xue Jianxing was the second person to send out an invitation letter before Cheng Fubai.
Although Qin Su had already guessed it, the staff stubbornly refused to let them go together, insisting on following the procedure to ensure they met at the meeting place.
Xue Jianxing had a good temper and agreed without much objection. Qin Su glanced at the staff and sighed, "Tsk tsk, men, even when the truth is exposed, they still have to maintain that thin veil of secrecy. How pitiful."
The staff member was in tears. Was this just a thin veil? No, it was the dignity of the production team. Besides, the way he said it made it sound like he'd been exposed for being cuckolded.
"Sister Su, let's talk about this," he said humbly. "Next time, even if we guess correctly, can we just keep it to ourselves?"
Otherwise, the audience would know everything, and the surprise and sense of exploration would be greatly reduced.
Qin Su tilted her head and thought for a moment, then beckoned to the camera with her fingers, pinched them together, made a pinching motion, and then threw it on the ground, saying, "Do you know what this is?"
The staff member humbly inquired, "What?"
Qin Su stepped on it: "The dignity of the production team."
Staff member: "......"
You're ruthless! Not only did you refuse, but you also had to put her down. Just as the internet said, she's a manipulative and wicked woman.
Xue Jianxing was amused by their antics. She changed her clothes, gripped her bag strap tightly, and said to Qin Su, "Then I'll go wait for you over there."
Qin Su leaned back on the sofa and said matter-of-factly, "I want to drink watermelon juice when I get there."
Xue Jianxing asked, "Should we add a little bit of ice?"
Qin Su smiled and said, "You understand me best."
Xue Jianxing laughed and said, "This kind of watermelon juice tastes the best."
She walked to the entrance, turned back to wave to Qin Su, and went out.
Tan Ling watched this scene from the observation room, resting her chin on her hand, and sighed almost imperceptibly. She heard Zhang Wenyan next to her also sigh. Turning her head, she saw that the two of them had similar thoughts in each other's expressions.
Tan Ling smiled, and Zhang Wenyan nodded knowingly.
Zuo Fei looked completely bewildered, glancing left and right: "Teacher Tan, Brother Wenyan, what kind of riddle are you two playing?"
Zhang Wenyan said, "It's nothing."
[Ah, I don't understand either. What's wrong? Wasn't it a fun and heartwarming scene? Why the sigh?]
【What?! I want to know too.】
I have a rough idea, but I don't know if I'm right.
[Hurry up and tell me, my ears are practically standing on end!]
[This is just my guess. Zhang Wenyan and Actor Tan were probably reflecting on Su Su and Xingxing's relationship. Xingxing might have a bit of a people-pleasing personality; she's used to giving and contributing, and she only feels secure and comfortable when others receive from her. She seemed a little apprehensive before leaving, but when Su Su asked her to prepare watermelon juice for her—even though it was a favor—she seemed happier.]
[Damn, I was laughing and then suddenly I couldn't laugh anymore. Isn't this just me? I feel so insecure when others are nice to me, because subconsciously I feel unworthy.]
[I cried. I feel the same way. I'd rather give more myself than owe others anything. Sometimes I don't even know how others are supposed to get along with someone like me.]
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