Chapter 31
"Oh, oh, ah."
Xixi looked at the photos and quotations sent by the paparazzi and sighed repeatedly.
The secretly captured photo was nothing else but the moment when Ranlong grabbed a handful of mutton and fed it to Qiu An.
The perfect blur reflects the warm lights of the banquet. Even though Ran Long's clothes are too plain to be presentable, after the paparazzi's high-level technical processing, they are still... pleasing to the eyes.
If these two people have CP fans, there will definitely be a rich woman who will buy this photo at a high price, and use it as a super topic avatar and hang it up for at least a month.
Because Xixi estimated that the first batch of stills would be released in about a month.
As for whether they have CP fans, Xixi doesn’t know, but what is certain is that they really have a CP super topic.
It is called "An Ran Wu Yang".
How did Xixi know this? Because she saw Qiu An's original body browsing it.
During the time when Qiu An and Ran Long were arguing with each other, some people, fearing the situation wouldn't be chaotic enough, were active on this topic for a while. Fortunately, no one has persisted until now.
Oh! Except for Joan herself.
"Sister Qiu An, do you know how expensive these ambiguous photos are?"
"It doesn't matter." Qiu An said lightly.
...Even if you have money, you shouldn't spend it so recklessly.
Xixi was still thinking about how to bargain with the paparazzi when she heard Qiu An say, "Don't buy it, and you don't have to remove the trending search when it comes."
"Ah? Just leave it alone?"
What kind of operation is this? The real protagonist comes out and personally promotes the CP?
"Hmm...never mind. This is a photo of Xiaoran and me. Her team also has the final say. You can discuss it with Sister Hou."
"Is it enough to just look for Sister Hou? What about Hulu Media?"
"I've already made arrangements with the higher-ups; they won't interfere with Ranlong and Sister Hou's decisions."
"I understand. I'll let the paparazzi wait for a while."
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Ranlong lifted his heavy eyelids and cleared his mind for a long time before he realized that he was sleeping in Qiu An's room.
She lay straight on the bed with her hands clasped in the middle of her stomach. The quilt was tucked in tightly, and her body temperature was evenly distributed in it.
This was probably the best sleeping posture she had ever had when she woke up since she could remember.
There was still a faint scent of grass on the pillow. Ranlang held his head and rubbed his temples. He still felt a little dizzy from the hangover, but fortunately it didn't hurt.
She got up and opened the curtains. When the sunlight came into the room and lit it up, she realized that many things were missing from the house.
Joan wasn't there, and neither was her suitcase.
All the bottles and jars on the dressing table disappeared, and the clothes rack returned to its bare state, finally no longer blocking the secret door to the bathroom.
Ranlong opened her phone and saw that Qiu An had not sent her a message. Instead, there was a red unread message on Sister Hou’s profile picture, and the number was “43”.
Forty-three messages. She had only sent so many in the few days after her scandal broke out, when her previous agent begged her to apologize to Qiu An.
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Sister Hou slept until dawn. When she opened her eyes, she found Xixi sleeping next to her. Her first reaction was to check if her clothes were still on.
Fortunately, it was the same outfit I wore last night. Although it was a little dirty, at least my dignity was saved.
Xixi woke up when she heard the noise made by Sister Hou. She walked to the bathroom as if she was familiar with the place, washed her face, and got into work mode without saying a word.
When she held up the paparazzi photos in front of Sister Hou, Sister Hou jumped up on the bed.
"What, what is this?!"
"The photos were taken by paparazzi last night."
"No, I mean, what are they doing?! No, that's not important. How much does this photo cost?"
"Qiu An's point is, let's see if you're willing to buy it. If you do, you can buy it from us."
"What do you mean, Sister Qiu An didn't originally plan to buy it?"
Sissi shrugged, "Exactly."
Sister Hou was puzzled: "Why?"
"I don't know either. You can ask Qiu An yourself."
"Huh? But if we don't buy it, won't the media take it? It'll definitely be trending on the internet, right? It'll be on all day, right?"
"Well, it will last all day, maybe two days. Oh, unless something special happens, we will take it down urgently."
After much discussion, Sister Hou still couldn't understand why Qiu An didn't want to buy it. Unable to make up her mind, she sent a message to ask Ranlong what he thought.
But Ranlong didn't reply to her. She and Xixi went upstairs and rang the doorbell, but no one answered.
Xixi sent a message to Qiu An, but Qiu An only replied:
"She's still sleeping, don't disturb her."
Don't bother her.
Everyone thinks this is an extremely urgent matter. Who knows whether the paparazzi will choose not to wait any longer because of concerns about timeliness, and sell it to others or publish it directly.
But what Qiu An was thinking was that Ranlong was sleeping and he should not disturb her.
There was no way around it. Sooner or later, if you were to mess around, you would owe someone something. Who made her owe Qiu An? Qiu An felt that she owed Ran Long.
The cycle of repaying debts never ends.
Ranlong finally got up and sent word to Sister Hou. Sister Hou and Xixi took the elevator directly to the rooftop. As soon as the door opened, they were greeted by a passionate morning rendezvous:
"No, no! Why should I buy it? Such great photos, such a great opportunity, if I don't take advantage of this to earn her some traffic, when should I wait? This is killing two birds with one stone! I've waited so long just for this day! Hey? Why is Xixi still here? Qiu An is gone, what are you doing here?"
Ranlong muttered a lot to Sister Hou before she noticed Xixi following behind her.
It's strange. Qiu An packed up and left early in the morning. He must have work to do. There was no reason for him not to take Xixi with him.
"What do you mean by killing two birds with one stone?" Xixi asked her back.
“I just got the traffic…”
Qiu An finally revealed unprecedented black material.
Ranlong didn't dare to tell Xixi his true feelings.
"It's also warming up for 'The Sound of Falling Leaves', right?"
"I'm relieved to see you put aside your personal grudges and focus on your career!" Sister Hou put on a motherly look. "Xixi, then we won't buy it. Let's just wait for this wave of traffic!"
Xixi agreed. She had a rough idea of what Ranlong and Qiuan were planning. Fortunately, as an assistant, all she had to do was convey orders and then stand by and watch.
Working for Qiu An is a very worry-free thing, as long as you can get used to it.
"So why didn't you go with Qiu An? Does she have any private schedule? Why does she need to rush her private schedule?" Ranlong asked Xixi.
"Sister Qiu An left in the early morning. She asked me to stay and take care of Xiao Hou."
When Sister Hou heard this, she immediately grabbed Xixi's hand and asked her excitedly, "Did Sister Qiu An really tell you that?"
Sissi asked back, "What do you think?"
Looking at Sister Hou's shining eyes, Ranlong suddenly thought of Sister Hou's drunken rant yesterday, talking about the emperor, concubines, and Su Peisheng.
Her mouth was faster than her brain, and she blurted out: "What are you doing? Are you trying to usurp the throne?"
Xixi squinted at Ranlong and said, "What power can she possibly seek? What throne can she usurp? A concubine?"
Ranlong scratched his head in embarrassment, while Sister Hou, the instigator, seemed to have forgotten about it: "What does the title of concubine mean?"
"You were drunk yesterday and told them that Qiu An was the emperor and Ran Long was a concubine. Don't you remember?"
After Xixi's reminder, the memory of her drunken streak flooded back like maple syrup, coating the grooves and ravines of Hou Jie's cerebral cortex. She curled her fingers and toes in embarrassment, not knowing how to react. She just wanted to dig a grave and bury herself properly.
"Remember? It's okay, no one blames you. They were both drunk yesterday. Look, Ranlong just claimed the position of concubine." Xixi patted Sister Hou on the back to comfort her.
"Who claimed the position of concubine? Who wants to be Qiu An's concubine? Even if I want to be one, it would be..." Ran Long's throat got stuck as he spoke.
"Become a queen?" Sissi joked.
"Become the emperor!"
"Yes, yes, I will report to the Emperor right away that the bold and enchanting concubine is planning a rebellion."
Ranlong rolled her eyes and said, "Just report it. Is she afraid of Qiu An?"
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Filming is often a place where the saying "time is money" becomes most tangible. Everything from venues and hotels to labor costs is calculated based on time. For example, they finished filming yesterday morning, had a dinner party that evening, and then went their separate ways today.
Ranlong wasn't a busybody like Qiu An, who had other things to do the moment this job finished. Sister Hou wasn't capable of finding her a temporary, lucrative job. After being so busy for so long, she suddenly had a full seven-day holiday. The sudden free time left Ranlong unsure how to rest.
Ranlong wanted to find Yuan Chengyin and ask her if she had any plans to stay in Ducheng to eat, drink and have fun, but the cleaning lady who passed by said that the tenant had left early in the morning and even the cleaning was done by now.
It’s strange. It’s okay if Qiu An has something wrong, but what else could happen to Yuan Chengyin?
Could it be that Qiu An had lured him out for a date?
Even though Yuan Chengyin said that he had someone he liked, it wouldn't be easy to reject Qiu An, right?
Forget it, it doesn’t matter, Ranlong thought, it’s none of her business anyway.
Qiu An is a generous investor. The hotel lease will not end until tomorrow so that everyone does not have to pack their luggage in a hurry to leave.
But the veterans in the crew were aware of the need to relocate at any time, and had booked their plane tickets and train tickets early. Only a few people planned to stay until tomorrow, and the entire hotel was filled with the rumbling sound of luggage wheels.
When Ranlong was in college, he rented a house right next to the school. Most of the people who lived there were students attending the nearby university towns.
During the holidays, the residential building would be filled with the noise of moving luggage, like an animal migration.
Ranlong knew that Qiu An had no home to return to, and she herself didn't like to go home.
At that time, Rancheng hadn't disappeared, but he rarely stayed at home. Even during the Chinese New Year, he would go home, but every day he would quarrel with Ms. Hu or have a cold war.
Ms. Hu would ask him, "Since you don't go home all year round, why don't you just spend the New Year at another woman's house?" Ran Cheng would say, "This is my home, I can go back whenever I want."
Ranlong would find every opportunity to ask, "Why don't you two get divorced yet?" The two of them would then say, "Divorce if you want," and then the matter would be left unresolved because the Civil Affairs Bureau was closed during the Chinese New Year.
Later, Ranlong brought Qiu An back home. Ms. Hu and Rancheng upheld the traditional virtue of "don't air your dirty laundry in public" and became more harmonious.
Thinking of this, Ranlong suddenly realized a problem.
If the scandal between her and Qiu An becomes a hot topic, Ms. Hu will definitely see it!
What's more, compared to reading trending searches, Ms. Hu prefers to read some exaggerated public accounts...
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