Chapter 6
“I’m not wearing someone else’s shoes.”
Ranlong was puzzled. It was just an ordinary sentence, but Qiu An said it so seriously, as if there was some hidden meaning.
But the question is, what else could this mean?
Ranlong didn't dare to think about it.
Besides, she was clearly asking whether she had athlete's foot. In the final analysis, what did Qiu An have to do with her whether she wore other people's shoes or not?!
No matter how much he complained, Ranlong wanted to go home quickly to make money by live streaming, so he still handed the shoes to Qiu An obediently.
Qiu An put his feet into Ran Long's shoes. The shoes still retained Ran Long's body temperature and were warm.
Of course, Qiu An drove very steadily, and his skills were no less rusty than they were a few years ago.
Ranlong watched her skillfully drive and didn't bother to join in the fun. She could drive, but she didn't like it because she had road rage.
Shortly after the slapping video was leaked, Ranlong chased a car that cut in line on the road and cursed at it all the way. Someone recorded him leaning out of the car window and breathing foul language, and the video then circulated online.
Thanks to Qiu An, it also became a hot topic this time.
Thanks to Qiu An's fans, she was given the nickname "Super Heroic Villain" and hasn't gotten rid of it to this day. Even yesterday, a passerby entered her livestream, left those four words, and walked away.
The bad memories and the failure of the audition made Ranlong feel very bad.
At first, she just wanted to make trouble for Yuan Chengyin and Qiu An with malicious intentions, making them suffer more torture, and finally hearing the words "I haven't received any roles in two years" to feel guilty.
As a result, until the end of the performance, this sentence actually became an excuse for his poor acting skills.
It turns out that if a knife is not sharpened, it will become dull.
Ranlong gloomily opened her own super topic. It had nearly 60,000 followers, but now there were only a few active people. When it was time for her live broadcast, only one person posted a question, with two likes and no comments.
As the sky grew darker, she pressed her head against the car window, feeling the bumps and undulations of the ground as the car bounced around.
On the other side, Sister Hou and Xixi were questioning their lives on the crowded subway.
Sister Hou was squeezed so hard that her feet were dangling in the air, but she still couldn't help but be curious. She really wanted to know why Qiu An doted on her master so unconditionally.
She tugged at Sissi's skirt and whispered, "Sissi, do you know Qiu..." Suddenly, everyone around her was listening, so she decided to use a code word instead, "What's the relationship between the one in your family and the one in our family?"
Homosexuality, love triangles, jealousy, business competition, intrigue, cheating, and the mistress taking over.
Which ones are true?
Xixi glanced at Sister Hou and said, "Our family is good, so we should take care of yours a little more. It's only natural."
"that's all?"
"That's right."
Sister Hou didn't believe it. She knew Ranlong had a lot of problems.
No matter how good Qiu Anren is, if there is no deeper relationship between them, it is impossible for her to spoil the child like this, not fighting back or retaliating, giving the child whatever he wants and forcing him to give her what he doesn't want.
Was it really not her master's fault back then?
Is it possible that there was really a romantic history between the master and Qiu An?
What a blessing it is to be able to date Qiu An? Did the master save the Milky Way in his previous life?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
"What happened back then was..."
"It was just a misunderstanding, it's all over."
oh.
Sister Hou was very disappointed. She thought to herself, Xixi is not a good person to get along with, and she doesn't want to get along with her anyway.
When the subway passes through the elevated section, you can see the traffic stuck on the ring road through the window, and the taillights are lit red, and the blood feud is embodied at this moment.
Sister Hou imagined what would have happened if she hadn't refused Qiu An's ride. The four of them would have slowly moved through the traffic, the carriage quiet except for her master, who was rambling and jumping around. She was thankful she hadn't become part of the bloodbath.
The honking of horns was heard one after another. Ranlong was bored in the back seat, checking the trending searches on his phone. The homepage was full of live performances of the popular girl group "Stealing Heart Girls".
Feeling the car slowing down, she looked up and saw Qiu An driving up the purple-red traffic jam line without hesitation.
She knew that many people in the entertainment industry were particularly superstitious and loved things that were very popular, but superstition also had to be chosen at the right time!
"You!" Ranlong jumped in shock. "Don't you know there's a performance by the Heart-Stealing Girl at Workers' Stadium tonight? Why are you taking this road? Can't you see the long red warning on your navigation? Are you secretly color-blind? People with color blindness can't drive on the road. Do you have any common sense?"
There was no known accident ahead, and the traffic came to a standstill. Many drivers got out of their cars to look, but they couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Sorry, I'm not following the Heart-Stealing Girl." Qiu An said these words lightly, his expression remained the same, and he looked quite embarrassed.
"Are you sincere? You know I'm doing a live broadcast now, right?" Ranlong stomped his feet anxiously in the back seat and almost jumped out of the car.
"I know."
"I knew you would come and see me in such a state of disarray the first time."
"...That's not the case." Qiu An's tone sounded a little anxious, but he didn't mean to quibble.
"There's no one else here, so don't play the green tea with me."
Qiu An lowered his head and did not respond. He wrinkled his nose to relieve the sour feeling from the tip of his nose.
When Ranlong saw Qiu An's expression, he rolled his eyes and thought to himself that if he had the guts, he could just shed a tear.
"Hmph, sorry to disappoint you. I'm really good at live streaming now. Do you know how much I can earn per minute? Do you know how much I'll lose if you leave me stuck in traffic all night?"
"How much?" Qiu An looked up and asked her, the redness on the tip of his nose had faded.
"What do you mean?"
"I can make it up to you."
"Who are you insulting? Who snatched your current life from? Don't you know what it is? What can you use to compensate me?" Ranlong became more and more outspoken as he got more emotional.
Qiu An stared at Ran Long's angry face quietly for a long time. Suddenly, her long eyelashes blinked up and down, and a tear fell, rolling down her delicate and undulating cheek.
Ranlong was stunned, and wiped it off without thinking.
Seeing Qiu An's aggrieved expression, Ran Long became anxious: "Hey, hey, hey! Oh my god, why are you crying? Why are you aggrieved?! It's not you who lost money tonight!"
Qiu An shed another tear, and then another.
I wiped the left side without paying attention to the right side, and I was sweating profusely, and my fingers became wet.
Ranlong couldn't bear to see people crying, so she took out two pieces of paper from the storage box and threw them at Qiu An's face without saying a word.
Not caring that Qiu An still had makeup on her face, Ran Long took a tissue and pressed it hard as if to stop bleeding.
Just when it was about to stop, Ranlong's mouth started to itch again: "You are really good at acting, starting from zero frame, and the tears come as soon as you say it."
Qiu An's eyebrows furrowed as she heard this, tears streaming down her face. Her cold, sharp eyes, now brimming with tears, looked like a waterfall.
This was not enough. Qiu An lowered her head and began to sob softly.
"Alright, alright, my aunt!" She used tissue after tissue, almost collapsing. "I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore. Please stop crying, okay?"
The traffic in the distance showed signs of slowing down. Seeing that Qiu An showed no sign of stopping, she had no choice but to admit defeat: "If you want to cry, go sit in the passenger seat and cry!"
Ranlong said as she opened the door and got out of the car. As her feet kissed the road, she remembered she wasn't wearing shoes. Pebbles pummeled the soles of her feet. She endured the discomfort, pulled Qiu An out of the driver's seat, and got in herself.
After closing the door, seeing Qiu An still standing there motionless, Ran Long's road rage kicked in. He rolled down the window and yelled at her, "What are you doing standing there? Can't you see the traffic is about to move? Why don't you get in the car quickly? Are you waiting to get hit and make the headlines tomorrow?"
Qiu An walked around the front of the car and sat in the passenger seat. He took off his flat shoes and returned them to Ran Long, and stopped crying.
Ranlong took it and put it on with disgust, raised his middle finger towards the noisy and hurried vehicles behind him, and then stepped on the accelerator.
Ranlong glanced at Qiu An and saw that she had calmed down and even put on makeup in the time it took her to get in and out of the car. Only then did she realize that she had been tricked.
It was clearly agreed that Qiu An would be the driver and take her all the way home, so why was it that I was the one turning the steering wheel now?
She was upset but didn't dare to scold him anymore, for fear that Qiu An would start crying again and she would have to comfort him.
"You just got out of the car. Will you be photographed by the paparazzi?" Ranlong asked her.
"No, there was a paparazzi following me just now. I walked towards Workers' Stadium and got rid of him. Xixi will help with the rest."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Why, you just like getting scolded, don't you?"
“…”
"I'm sorry, I won't speak louder. Please don't cry."
Qiu An smiled softly and stopped crying. She lazily relaxed on the velvet mat with her bare feet, not caring about the dust from the people coming and going, letting the dust stain her delicate white feet.
Ranlong is 1.72 meters tall. She usually wears flat shoes, and today is no exception.
During the audition, Qiu An, wearing high heels, was a little taller than her, which made her a little unhappy.
Ranlong then asked, "You're not short, why are you wearing high heels?"
"To be a little taller than you."
"Why? You want to put me above this?"
"No. In terms of character setting, the painter will be higher."
Speaking of roles, Ranlong felt a little down. If she encountered shady dealings, she would have cursed out loud, but this time, it was because she was truly not good enough to play the role.
She wasn't embarrassed about losing people, just sad.
"So, am I really a burden to you? Forget it, I'll just ask Yuan Chengyin to find an actor shorter than you."
Feeling her concern, Qiu An smiled sweetly in his heart.
Ranlong felt the joy emanating from Qiu An, but was completely confused.
But she changed her mind and thought, forget it, it's better to laugh all the way than to cry all the way.
After honking the horn several times and scolding several uncivilized drivers along the way, Ranlong finally got to the downstairs of his home.
Just as she was about to open the door and go upstairs, she found Qiu An standing by the car, looking at her silently.
"What are you doing? Want to be a guest? Not today, I have to go live."
"I can leave you alone."
"Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm politely declining your offer. I don't want you to come up as a guest, understand?"
Qiu An was frustrated and stood there without saying a word.
Ranlong looked at the time, ignored her, and rushed upstairs without looking back.
Ranlong's livestream didn't have many followers, and every time she bought traffic, it wasn't very effective. She'd thought about it several times, researched various channels in depth, and tried them all, but she hadn't seen any improvement.
She is pretty good at playing games. Since she is pretty good at any track, she might as well just live stream and play as a substitute at the same time, so that she can have two incomes from one job.
There are only a few people willing to give rewards, and the monthly income depends on the "number one brother on the list".
Tonight is the day when the “number one brother on the list” usually comes and gives out large rewards.
Things are different now. Ranlong is no longer the precious jewel that was raised by her parents with money and love.
With the pressure of life and her parents' debts on her shoulders, she cannot miss any reward.
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