"don't want!"
Qin Yuhuan seemed a little anxious, and as if he noticed his own strange tone, he tried to cover it up and said slowly, "No."
Ziyi was reading a report from the department and didn't notice. She just followed Qin Yuhuan's words and said, "Sister Qin said no, then no. I'm home safely now, go to sleep."
"It's nice."
Qin Yuhuan's cold voice came from the headset.
Ziyi tapped on the keyboard and began to reply to the email, "I'm here."
“Are you still working overtime?”
Qin Yuhuan seemed to have turned over again.
He typed on and off until he finished a sentence, then sighed, "Yes, I'm working overtime. I think my parents want me to take over the family business early. I'm clearly on..."
In her previous life, she took over completely at the age of 30, but when she was 25, Zhao Fengzhuo took the opportunity of getting engaged to Shu Baizhu to confirm her identity as the successor to the public.
In this life, as Ziyi changed her mind temporarily, everything became different, including her progress at work.
The identity of the successor may not even need to be made public. The only time it will be made public is when Lao Zhao hands over the baton.
"What?" Qin Yuhuan asked again when he saw Ziyi stopped talking temporarily.
"They said they'd give me a day off this morning." Ziyi replied to the email and also to Qin Yuhuan, "Sister, can female celebrities stay up late? I heard that staying up late will cause edema, which will affect your stunning appearance the next day."
Qin Yuhuan laughed softly on the other end of the phone, "I'm past my most sleepy point, and now I can't fall asleep."
"Is that so? Then I'll play some soothing music for you," Ziyi flipped through the music list and found a bedtime playlist, "You can listen to it and fall asleep, and you don't have to worry about my phone bill."
"Actually, you're the one who's considerate." Qin Yuhuan said softly, "Ziyi, you're always nice."
"You seem to know me very well, but you also seem not to know me that well. You haven't seen me when I'm in a bad temper, and I can even set the house on fire." Ziyi never thought that she was a good-tempered person, and of course, she didn't think of herself as a good person either.
"A long time ago, there was a puppy in school, remember?"
There are always one or two stray dogs in every school.
The one in their high school was a small black and white local dog, which looked like a mixture of the bloodlines of countless breeds of dogs, and it often hung around the school road.
"I remember that little panda. Halfway through my freshman year of high school, I don't know who stabbed it. It bled a lot." How could Ziyi not remember? "I ran a long, long way with it in my arms. I couldn't get a taxi. I even offered to pay extra for a car wash, but they wouldn't take me. They said the dog was dying and it was bad luck."
"I ran to the veterinary hospital on Rainbow Road, but they told me there was no hope. Later, I ran into an old man on the way out. He told me there was a small private clinic run by an old professor on the hill. I followed the path he pointed out and kept running. My throat hurt like it was cut by a knife, but I didn't dare to stop."
But it was still too late. Ziyi kept crying while holding the little panda in the clinic. She always felt that she ran too slowly. Someone handed her a pack of tissues.
"I was there that day, Ziyi. You cried so pitifully."
It was also that day that Qin Yuhuan began to truly notice Ziyi. Her impression of her was no longer that of the number one in the parallel class who always outshined her, but rather—
A kindhearted crybaby number one.
Even though Ziyi was crying her heart out, her clothes were stained with blood, as were her hands and face, and her hair was wet with sweat, Qin Yuhuan still thought Ziyi was pretty.
So she handed Ziyi a pack of tissues. As for words of comfort, Qin Yuhuan didn't say them. All the words of comfort seemed to become pale the moment they were spoken.
"It's over. I cried so ugly. I have no expression control at all."
Ziyi was once again surprised by the frequency of Qin Yuhuan's presence in her past life, "Why are you going there..."
"My dog got sick and I went to many hospitals but they all said there was no cure. Later I found out that the doctor at this clinic is a professor of veterinary medicine at Licheng University. He's very talented."
During that time, Qin Yuhuan would go home as soon as she got out of school, carry her dog from home to the clinic, cheer the dog up, and accompany it while it was on IV drip.
"Was it cured later?" Ziyi had only been there once. At that time, all she saw and thought about was the injured red panda, and she didn't care about other people in the clinic at all.
"It was cured," Qin Yuhuan said gratefully to the old professor. "But after I left for college, there was no one at home to take care of it, so it ran away and was hit by a car."
This time, without the owner's sincere efforts to save it, her beloved dog, which she had saved with countless efforts, was thrown into the trash by her parents.
It was also because of this incident that Qin Yuhuan realized that when she was no longer able to take on another life, she should not take it home so easily.
Unlike Qin Yuhuan, Ziyi originally wanted to bring the little panda home, but she could never find the opportunity to meet Ziyu. She wanted to call, but often forgot, always thinking that tomorrow would be fine after today. She kept procrastinating and missed the opportunity, so she learned her lesson and became more decisive as she grew older.
At two o'clock in the morning, Ziyi heard light breathing sounds coming from the other end of the phone. She lowered her voice and called out tentatively, but Qin Yuhuan did not respond. She thought he must have fallen asleep.
I turned off the music but didn't hang up the phone. I continued working until dawn, then I hung up and went to sleep for a while.
Qin Yuhuan's exam was at two o'clock in the afternoon, and Fang Jinyao accompanied her.
"Don't be nervous, just keep calm. No matter whether you can do it or not, you can still go to this school." Fang Jinyao put on a decent smile that was typical of business, and occasionally greeted the agent who came over.
Given her status in the circle, there is no need for her to take the initiative to approach.
For a while, the news that Qin Yuhuan was signed by Fang Jinyao began to spread.
"There will be many battles to fight starting today, Qin Yuhuan. I hope you've made sufficient mental preparations when you send me an email introducing yourself."
Originally, he was an unknown person who was suppressed and ignored in the circle to the point of having no reputation. To call him an 18th-tier star was a compliment to Qin Yuhuan, but Qin Yuhuan had his own capital here, plus Fang Jinyao.
After today, at least in the entertainment industry, Qin Yuhuan is no longer that harmless little-known celebrity.
"Of course, I'm more mentally prepared than you think."
Qin Yuhuan didn't sleep for long, but he was in better condition than ever before.
When she woke up this morning, she subconsciously called out "Ziyi", but found that the phone had been hung up, just half an hour before she woke up.
——She and Ziyi talked on the phone all night long, until eight o'clock.
"Wow, it seems Little Rose cheered you on last night." Fang Jinyao raised an eyebrow and looked behind Qin Yuhuan, "And more."
Qin Yuhuan slowly asked, "What's more?"
Manager Fang and the person approaching them nodded, and said to Qin Yuhuan at the same time, "You'll know when you turn around."
Qin Yuhuan heard this and turned around, only to see the man coming against the light. He had black hair and a snow-white dress. His cat-like almond-shaped eyes were like glass. When his eyes met hers, he curved his eyes and said, "I've thought about it. Maybe we should do a live version of 'Come on!'"
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