Chapter 63
The next day, when Ranlong woke up, he felt some cold liquid in the corner of his eye.
She got up in a daze and saw that her pillow was wet with her tears.
It was obviously not her who drank, but her head still hurt badly.
Thinking of what happened last night, her heart ached, as if covered in thorns, and she plucked and tore them off. For the first time, Ranlong knew that heartache was such a real feeling, no less gentle than the pain of the flesh.
It was still early and the bedding beside me was already cold. Qiu An had probably been gone for a long time.
Why don’t you take a rest? You’re still hungover.
Even if she wakes up, she won't do anything to Qiu An. At most, they will have a few awkward encounters and then leave.
She moved her arms and found that her arms and fingers were slightly sore, not to mention how much suffering Qiu An had suffered last night.
She hit him hard yesterday, one after another as if she was venting her anger, but Qiu An didn't stop and just endured it all.
The finger gloves packaging and tissues that were casually thrown on the floor beside the bed last night were all cleaned up, the sheets and quilt covers were replaced with new ones, and even the clothes that she usually threw on the chair and bay window were picked up one by one and neatly stacked.
Where does Qiu An get the energy from?
Why should he be so nice to her?
Doesn't this remind her of the rare time she was honest with him yesterday and admitted that she was attracted to Qiu An?
Ranlong twisted his arm, got out of bed and washed up. Facing the mirror, he saw himself with dark circles under his eyes and a haggard look, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
Tell me, is she born to be a bitch?
She was not moved when Qiu An tolerated her again and again and tolerated all her unreasonable behavior; she was not moved when she learned that it was Qiu An who got her into the crew of "The Sound of Falling Leaves"; she was not moved when Qiu An rushed to rescue her when she was drunk during a break from work; she was not even moved when Qiu An refused the last night of love because there was still a long way to go.
But when Qiu An told her that there should be no relationship between them, she was moved and admitted it.
How funny.
She wished what happened last night was a dream.
She shouldn't have been so delusional as to ask Qiu An for anything extra. She knew he was just using her as a tool, yet she still walked into his trap.
She should have rejected Qiu An the first time she asked her to try a kissing scene.
They are all professional actors. It’s just an ordinary kissing scene. What’s wrong with it?
If this gets out, will she still be able to be the movie queen?
He said he had never taken advantage of her, but in every step Qiu An took, was he not taking advantage of her?
Regardless of the details, didn't she get all the benefits?
Sigh. Why would I like someone so calculating and calculating?
Ranlong opened the bedroom door, hoping Qiu An was still outside. She still held on to the hope of chatting with her after she sobered up.
Even if Qiu installed it? Since he needed her as a bed partner, he could occasionally satisfy her other emotional needs and lock her tightly by his side?
Unfortunately, the living room was empty, even last night's leftovers had been packed up and put in the refrigerator.
She saw a box of unfamiliar plastic wrap in the kitchen. She didn't have anything like it at home, so Qiu An bought it for her to tidy up.
Really.
How can someone not want her while making her like him, increasing the stakes again and again?
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Sister Hou discovered that something was wrong with Ranlong.
The man who was originally opinionated and thoughtful, who would screen business and scripts with her, find ways to skip a fitness class, and greedily eat a skewer of lamb, became extremely well-behaved: he would take whatever work was given to him, would not eat what he was not allowed to eat, and even had no complaints when he was arranged to go for a night run after a busy day.
It's always creepy when a bad kid turns good.
Just when Sister Hou was about to talk to Ranlong, she saw Ranlong holding a tablet and looking at something intently.
"What are you looking at?" Sister Hou simply sat next to Ranlong and watched with her.
She had a hunch that what Ranlong was looking at had a lot to do with her lethargy over the past few days.
"I saw a trending search saying that a reporter photographed Qiu An and Chang Yuqing having frequent private meetings."
She swallowed the words "ambiguous behavior" back. The media always liked to exaggerate to attract attention. She had seen the video, and it was just Chang flipping Qiu An's hair twice.
Tsk.
"Chang Yuqing? The Chang Yuqing from Changshun Group and Chiye Entertainment?"
Sister Hou has been catching up on a lot of industry knowledge these days. Even if she hasn't been able to meet any of the famous people in the circle, she has gotten to know quite a few of them.
"Yes, that's her."
The reason why Ranlong failed to match her with Yu Le was because Chang Yuqing had hardly ever appeared in public because of all the dirty things she did.
It wasn't until this news that the public put her name and face together.
Knowing that the public wasn't familiar with Chang Yuqing, the media devoted considerable space in a short article to her introduction. They described her as one of the Chang family's heirs, having officially taken over Chiye Entertainment a few years ago. She was resolute and decisive, yet low-key and pragmatic.
What nonsense!
Ranlong scrolled through the comments and found that many media and netizens speculated that Qiu An and Chiye had a collaborative project. Some also speculated that Qiu An Studio's income was insufficient to cover daily operations, the training of new artists, and charitable projects, and that they were seeking Chiye's financial and resource protection. Chang Yuqing, on the other hand, wanted to take over Qiu An Studio's pie.
Of course, more people don’t care about the capital behind these two people, but care more about the relationship between them.
Some netizens said that Qiu An has a "homosexual past" and Chang Yuqing is beautiful, so the two are likely in a relationship. This seems to be a piece of industry business news, but in fact it is a piece of gossip about a relationship.
Some netizens also said that Chang Yuqing is very extravagant in private, and the cake she wants to eat is not the studio, but Qiu An himself.
But soon, Ranlong no longer saw comments from passers-by.
Qiu An's fans flocked to Weibo Square to clean up and control comments, condemning the act of secretly taking photos while shifting everyone's attention to business cooperation.
But the comments he had read remained in Ranlong's mind and had not been washed away for a long time.
Since they parted on bad terms that day, she and Qiu An have never been in touch again.
So, Qiu An found a new love so quickly and abandoned her, the substitute who had fallen in love with him?
Or had she really fallen in love with someone else? After all, Qiu An in the video didn't reject Chang Yuqing's deliberate physical contact.
Just as I was worrying, Sister Hou suddenly said, "Do they know each other? I heard from Xixi that this Chang guy is not a good person."
"I don't know." Ranlong answered perfunctorily.
But Sister Hou's words inspired her.
Yes, Chang Yuqing is not only not a good person, she is the most despicable kind of coward.
How could Qiu An possibly like such a person?
Ranlong did not tell anyone about being drunk by Chang Yuqing or the things Chang Yuqing did to support her, but since Xixi warned Sister Hou, it means that Qiu An also knows what kind of person this person is.
Maybe she had already guessed that the person who intended to violate her that day was Chang Yuqing.
It’s not maybe, it’s certain, after all, Qiu An is so smart.
She still remembered that Qiu An was very angry with her and told her sternly not to meet with such a person.
Then why did Qiu An want to provoke Chang Yuqing?
What is Qiu An thinking?
Or, what happened to her?
Ranlong sat in the car on the way to the social event, rubbing her head, wondering if she had missed any details.
Come on. Think fast.
She slammed her forehead twice. Sister Hou was frightened by her action and asked her if she was too busy with work recently and needed some rest.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Ranlong didn't stop what he was doing.
"Stop doing this! What if you knock yourself silly? Tell me if you have anything to say, and I will help you coordinate!" Sister Hou grabbed her hand to stop her from hurting herself.
Knocked silly.
-You are a little dumber than Qiu An.
She suddenly remembered what Song Song said at some point when they were having dinner together that day.
It makes no sense. Why would Song Song suddenly mention Qiu An?
Did she meet Qiu An, or did she see Qiu An meet Chang Yuqing?
Could it be that he had come into contact with Chang Yuqing so early?
"Hey, hey! What are you daydreaming about? Don't scare me!" Sister Hou saw that Ranlong was suddenly distracted, so she stretched out her arms and waved them in front of her twice.
The perfume on Sister Hou's wrist seeped into Ranlong's nostrils. Sister Hou had made some money now, and had learned how to wear perfume. The sweet orange scent, which would have been disgusting on other agents, was just fine on her.
perfume.
perfume--
I remember now.
The offensive scent of perfume that lingered on Qiu An's body that day when he came to her house drunk was something she had smelled on Song Song and Chang Yuqing.
That was Chang Yuqing's perfume! Qiu An's so-called social event that night was actually a meeting with Chang Yuqing!
Looking back, Qiu An's condition that day was not like herself at all.
It was as if he was overwhelmed by some emotion, and under the heavy pressure, it evolved into a hunger for intimate contact.
Qiu An seemed to really need her that day.
But...she also needed Qiu An that day.
They didn't sit down and chat that night, maybe not because Qiu An didn't want to, but maybe because she couldn't.
"Sister Hou, Sister Hou! Please help me postpone the dinner party tonight. I want to go find Qiu An!" Ranlong held Sister Hou's hand and said anxiously.
"You still call it 'refusing' at this late? You're just standing her up. Think carefully! If Sister Chen is too picky, forget about accepting any of her projects in the future."
Sister Hou only asked her to "think it over carefully" and did not forbid her from doing so.
After being with Ranlong for so long, Sister Hou has finally seen one thing clearly.
For Ranlong, the world is big, but Qiu An is the biggest.
Ranlong has a kind heart, but he is always quiet in his kindness to others. If you don’t think about it carefully, you really can’t figure out the reason.
Her way of hating people was very healthy, which was that she never took them to heart.
So the more she likes to yell at someone and gossip about him or her, the more she likes him or her.
A few days ago, Sister Hou took some time to browse the entertainment forum and immediately found Ranlong’s second account among the many comments.
They say Qiu An's recent condition is like he eats a fly at every meal, he looks pale and thin and malnourished. You still hold up the photos and say he looks good. You are so heartless and blind.
Then he commented on himself, saying, "You make so much money, but you don't know how to eat well? You're so thin that you look unrecognizable, and you're still thinking about that crappy job all the time. Is money more important than life?"
How should I put it, when love is deep, it will naturally turn dark.
"Just cancel the appointment, I don't care. Turn around immediately and take me to see Qiu An."
Thanks to Ranlong's relentless work these past few days, Sister Hou's influence in the company has suddenly surpassed Ranlong's. Without her consent, the driver dared not change the route.
"Master, don't go up the bridge yet. Let me ask where Qiu An is."
While Sister Hou was calling Xixi on WeChat, she heard Ranlong mumbling in a low voice:
"If this is just wishful thinking, then just accept it."
Oh, why is it so miserable?
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