Chapter 25 Zhang Yuanyuan Doesn't Understand
An Jin spent the entire morning playing.
She wasn't a professional live streamer.
When someone becomes a streamer, they stream for five hours and then spend ten hours supporting their "big brother" (a term of endearment for a wealthy patron).
She works as a live streamer, broadcasting for eight hours straight, and spends the rest of the time either sleeping or taking a dump.
The phrase "protecting the elder brother" simply doesn't exist in An Jin's vocabulary.
When she was bored, she would reply to her boss's messages on WeChat. There were no fan groups or anything that a normal streamer should have set up. She would just disappear after the stream ended.
Her bosses were furious.
And this is exactly what Yan Qing wanted to see.
He liked An Jin, and naturally hoped that An Jin could spend more time with him.
In order to spend more time with An Jin, who was free in the morning, Yan Qing had already posted a job advertisement to hire another cleaning lady to help Zhang Yuanyuan with the busy morning check-out period.
Zhang Yuanyuan, who has been working like a dog lately, expressed her dissatisfaction with this.
Her dissatisfaction reached its peak when she learned that An Jin was going to treat her cousin to lunch.
Zhang Yuanyuan angrily threw down the rag in her hand: "I don't care, you dating An Jin has made me work like a dead dog! Anyway, all the guests have checked out, what delicious food are you going to eat? I want to go too, waaaaaah!"
Yan Qing, who was subtly showing off, made an excuse, saying, "The shop can't function without someone."
After Zhang Yuanyuan finished cleaning the room with her fingers, the auntie who was sitting at the front desk looking at her phone said, "Who said that? There's an auntie here! Besides, I'm only going for a short while at noon, I'll be right back after I eat, please, cousin! Take me with you!!!"
Zhang Yuanyuan shamelessly threw a tantrum.
She doesn't actually have a strong urge to eat fancy meals.
The reason she wanted to go was because An Jin was treating her to the meal.
Because of An Jin's bizarre actions over the past two weeks, Zhang Yuanyuan has always held a prejudice against An Jin.
Today, Yan Qing told Zhang Yuanyuan that An Jin wanted to treat her to dinner, hoping that Zhang Yuanyuan would stop having a prejudiced view of An Jin.
Yan Qing never expected that he would shoot himself in the foot. Now Zhang Yuanyuan was insisting on going. Although he was unwilling, he thought about how Zhang Yuanyuan had indeed been working diligently all this time.
Yan Qing sighed, and finally said with a struggle, "Yuanyuan, how about I treat you to Japanese food tomorrow?"
Zhang Yuanyuan shook her head vigorously: "No, eating your big meal is no fun. If I'm going to eat, I'll eat An Jin's wallet dry."
That wretched An Jin! She's been eating and living at her cousin's house for free for so long. Let Zhang Yuanyuan teach An Jin's wallet a lesson with her enormous appetite!
Yan Qing: ......
Is it possible that An Jin treated everyone to a high-end buffet restaurant?
Yan Qing: "Okay, then I'll call A Jin first."
Hearing him say that, Zhang Yuanyuan chimed in sarcastically, "Oh my~~~ You're calling him A-Jin now~~~ So intimate?"
Yan Qing tapped Zhang Yuanyuan's head with her finger, producing a crisp cracking sound and a yelp.
"Speak properly."
Zhang Yuanyuan grimaced and covered her head as she approached Yan Qing, attempting to eavesdrop on Yan Qing and An Jin's conversation.
Yan Qing sighed, reached out and pushed Zhang Yuanyuan away, who was almost pressed against her, and reminded her, "A girl shouldn't know how to keep some distance from men?"
Zhang Yuanyuan's eyes widened in surprise. "Holy crap, my dear cousin Yan Qing, I'm your own cousin! What kind of filthy things are you thinking? Why didn't you say anything when An Jin was clinging to you? You hypocrite!"
Yan Qing lowered his eyes, coughed lightly, and said, "She is not like you."
Zhang Yuanyuan made a face and said sarcastically, "Oh right, I'm different from her."
As the two were talking, Yan Qing's phone call went through.
An Jin, who was changing clothes, received a call from Yan Qing and asked in confusion, "Qingqing, why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
Yan Qing glanced at Zhang Yuanyuan, whose ear was practically pressed against his phone and whose body was almost touching his, and reluctantly turned on the speakerphone.
"It's nothing serious. Yuanyuan knows we're going out for lunch and wants to come along... You see..."
Upon hearing this, An Jin laughed heartily and said, "Sure, it's time to let Zhang Yuanyuan know the power of An Jin. Why don't you call her over? Let's see if she dares to talk back to me again after she's taken this bite out of her."
Zhang Yuanyuan opened her eyes on the other end of the phone and was about to retort.
But when she looked up and met Yan Qing's warning gaze, she thought for a moment, then shut her mouth and listened to An Jin and Yan Qing continue their conversation.
Yan Qing: "Okay, then I'll take her with me."
An Jin nodded twice and said, "Then hurry up and bring Zhang Yuanyuan to pick me up. I've checked, that buffet is very popular, let's go early so we don't have to wait in line."
Yan Qing agreed, and originally wanted to say a few more words to An Jin, but when she turned around, she saw Zhang Yuanyuan standing next to her with her big, round eyes, and she had nothing left to say.
He closed his phone and walked out, saying as he went, "Let's go, Yuanyuan."
Zhang Yuanyuan gave her aunt some urgent instructions before taking her phone and following Yan Qing into the car.
On the way to pick up An Jin, Zhang Yuanyuan seemed a little uneasy, and she nervously looked at Yan Qing.
"Brother, do you think An Jin will suddenly stop me from going when we get there...?"
Zhang Yuanyuan didn't expect An Jin to agree so easily. When people face things they can't accept, they can't help but overthink.
That's how Zhang Yuanyuan is now; one sentence from her left Yan Qing speechless.
He said speechlessly, "Yuanyuan, can you watch less idol dramas?"
Zhang Yuanyuan lowered her head meekly and explained, "I just didn't expect An Jin to agree so easily."
She admitted that she was a little petty.
Yan Qing: "Ah Jin has a great personality. As long as you don't have any prejudice, it's easy for you to get along with her."
Zhang Yuanyuan remained silent for a long time before finally moving her lips to say, "Okay, I was wrong before."
She looked up and said, "But until she pays back all your money, I will still have doubts about whether she is a bad woman."
Yan Qing said helplessly, "Yuanyuan, have you ever thought that I am an adult?"
While waiting at a traffic light, Yan Qing looked at Zhang Yuanyuan in the back seat through the rearview mirror and spoke her true feelings.
"If I am unwilling, no matter what kind of woman Ah Jin is, she cannot sway my mind in the slightest."
"Everything you see is something I willingly gave."
Hearing Yan Qing say this, Zhang Yuanyuan said tactfully, "Of course I know, but brother, I still think that love should be about mutual giving. Between you and An Jin, I only see you giving."
"Love shouldn't be like this."
After listening to Zhang Yuanyuan's words, Yan Qing smiled slightly and said, "Yuanyuan, I know you are right."
He lowered his voice: "But love is something that doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, nor does it follow logic."
An Jin was like a mischievous Cupid, suddenly appearing in his world, making his heart beat faster and his gaze linger.
He wanted to keep her, who was as free as the wind.
The fact that the two of them haven't explicitly expressed their feelings for each other isn't enough.
So Yan Qing kept adding more and more layers of pressure, hoping that her dream would come true.
But Zhang Yuanyuan didn't know that she was an observer. She couldn't see Yan Qing waking up in the middle of the night, couldn't see Yan Qing's undisguised affection, and couldn't see how An Jin's every move touched Yan Qing's heartstrings.
All Zhang Yuanyuan saw was the most mundane interaction between the two.
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