Chapter 65
Ranlong hesitated for a long time holding the card. She didn't want to go to someone else's house without their consent.
She was a little worried that when Qiu An opened the door and came in without any preparation, would he be frightened?
Standing at the window, gazing at the floor across from her, she wondered if she should wait for Qiu An to come home before knocking on her door. But then, the room card Xixi had given her would be meaningless. If Qiu An didn't want to open it, she wouldn't be able to get in.
Qiu An seemed to suddenly have many unsolvable secrets.
The person who was naked with her yesterday suddenly put on a veil today, like a wisp of green smoke. Unless she secretly asks Taishang Laojun to borrow a purple gold gourd, there is no way to catch her and see her true face.
It took Ranlong a long time to prepare himself mentally.
Ever since she left the house, she had put on a shifty look, looking around everywhere, for fear that people would see that she had the courage to be a thief, though not the intention.
The elevator rumbled down. Ranlong wondered why elevators these days were designed to look like mirrors. If there weren't many people around, it would be easy to look at strangers, and if there were more people, he'd have to look at himself, squeezed in and see how awkward he looked.
How big is it actually? Wouldn't people who sit here every day not know it? Why deceive yourself like this?
Ran Long was the only person in the elevator at the moment. She stared at herself in the mirror, and the more she looked, the more confused she became. It seemed as if the person in the mirror was a stranger, and the person outside the mirror was also unfamiliar.
Not long after the elevator got off, the door opened and a woman walked in.
Ranlong took a step back and silently lowered his head to look at his toes to avoid accidentally looking at each other.
But because she felt guilty, she couldn't help but look up and glance at the woman through the mirror in front of her.
They accidentally made eye contact.
The woman suddenly turned around and spoke: "Hello, excuse me for disturbing you..."
Ranlong was so frightened that she retreated to the corner. How could the truth be revealed before she even left the building? Qiu An was so powerful that he actually sent someone to monitor her?
"Excuse me, I mean no harm. Are you Ms. Ranlong?"
It turned out that he recognized her. Was he a passerby or a fan?
The woman had a mature temperament, and looked smart and capable, and she seemed to have an aura that made people confess and be lenient.
Although he knew that the person coming was not Qiu An's spy, Ranlong was still a little afraid of her.
He shrank his neck and nodded with difficulty.
"It's like this, my daughter is a loyal fan of yours. I wonder if you could sign an autograph for her?" As she spoke, the woman took out an exquisite notebook and pen from her leather briefcase, turned to a blank page, and handed it to Ranlong.
Ranlong took it hesitantly and was about to start writing when he suddenly noticed something was wrong: "Is your daughter a fan of mine?"
It will take a long time for Ranlong's movie to be released.
She took a quick look at the woman before her. She looked young and probably couldn't give birth to a daughter who would be her fan.
Seeing Ran Long's hesitation, the woman explained, "Actually, my daughter likes Miss Qiu An more. I saw the news about your collaboration with her some time ago, and I thought she would like you too."
"Uh, this..." Ranlong was embarrassed, thinking that parents these days are so unreliable. "Actually, our fans are fighting pretty fiercely. If you give her my autograph, she'll be mad."
It's more than just anger, it might even make you die of anger.
"I see. I was really desperate and tried everything." The woman took the pen and notebook back with an apologetic look, and said self-deprecatingly, "My daughter and I had a disagreement over something, and I was just thinking of ways to please her, but I almost made a big mistake. It seems that interpersonal relationships are more difficult than work, and shortcuts are often traps. Your relationship with Miss Qiu An hasn't been affected by the fan incident, right?"
"Ahahaha... No, my relationship with her... should be pretty good, right?"
"That's good." The woman raised her eyebrows and smiled, taking in Ranlong's embarrassment but not saying anything.
I don't know if she was being kind or if she just wanted to prove that she and Qiu An had a good relationship. Thinking about it afterwards, I think her brain was probably numb from embarrassment.
She actually said to the woman, "Actually, I can help you get Qiu An's signature."
"Thank you so much."
As she spoke, the woman reached for her briefcase again. Ranlong was just about to say that she didn't need your paper and pen, but unexpectedly the woman took out a business card and handed it to her.
At Renren Law Firm, Fang Xin.
Ranlong knew this law firm; it was said to be quite powerful. Rancheng had wanted to hire them, but eventually fell through because he couldn't afford it.
"If you need anything, please feel free to contact me."
"Oh, oh, okay." Ranlong took the business card, thinking that it would be best if he would never need it.
Then, a sudden flash of inspiration struck me, and I hesitantly asked her, "Um... I want to ask, is it illegal to enter someone else's house without their consent?"
"Breaking into someone else's home by force can be considered a crime if the circumstances are serious. Have you encountered any problems in this regard?"
"Ah... just asking casually, not yet."
After a while, he asked again, "Then those who encourage others to break in by force are also breaking the law, right?"
"The person who instigated the crime is considered an abettor and bears the same legal responsibility as the person who actually broke in. The specific sentencing will be determined based on the circumstances of the case. I know that you artists often encounter similar situations. You can contact me at any time. If you help me, I will also give you the biggest discount. You're welcome."
The elevator landed with a ding and the doors opened. Ran Long shook the hand Fang Xin offered him. "Nothing, nothing. I was just asking casually. Thank you."
Ranlong said goodbye to Fang Xin, and thought about what she said and started to back out.
This is a pretty serious matter, isn't it? Why not just forget about it? Don't wait until Qiu An gets serious. She and Xixi will really be in big trouble.
If it were in the past, as we were just friends, Ranlong would definitely think it was no big deal.
But it seemed that when Xixi said "Qian doesn't want to see you", everything became different.
Qiu An always begged to see her, and Qiu An always let her do as she pleased.
As she was thinking, her feet automatically led her to Qiu An's door. After thinking for a long time, she finally decided to wait at the door.
She was worried that there was someone living opposite Qiu An, and it would be bad if he came back and saw her, so she sneaked into the stairwell like a little mouse again.
When I was tired of standing, I sat on the floor regardless of the dirtiness.
The business card in her pocket bumped into Ranlong's thigh. Ranlong laughed at herself. Why did she come to see Qiu An with nothing in her hands but a lawyer's business card?
Let’s go to the supermarket and buy some gifts?
After thinking about it, I felt that it would seem unfamiliar to carry things with me, and I was also afraid of missing the opportunity for Qiu An to come back, so I gave up in the end.
She didn't know how long it had been before sleepiness took hold of her. Half asleep, she heard the crisp sound of the elevator arriving. She jolted awake and wanted to run out, but she was afraid it might be a neighbor, so she just peeked out from the wall.
As a result, because he had just woken up and was still dizzy, he accidentally looked in the wrong direction. When he turned around, he looked at Qiu An head-on.
…
"Hi...Qiu, Qiu An, you're back." Ranlong scratched his head and walked out to greet her with a desperate look.
"What are you doing hiding there?"
Qiu An didn't seem surprised at her appearance at all. Her tone was still gentle, which made Ran Long regain some sense of reality.
"I...I'm afraid of being seen by your neighbors."
"The house across the street is mine too."
Eh?
"My agent is living there now. She's not in Beiji these past two days, so the house is empty."
"Oh, oh." Ranlong nodded hesitantly.
She watched Qiu An open the door and come into the house, then stood there, feeling awkward.
She thought, if Qiu An didn't let her in, she could go back.
Qiu An didn't close the door, leaving a gap for her.
The light from inside leaked out through the crack in the door, and the light changed twice, the first time from dim to bright, and the second time from white to yellow.
Is this the door left for her?
Didn’t you say Qiu An didn’t want to see her?
"Aren't you coming in yet?" After waiting for a long time for Ranlong to show up, Qiu An leaned forward and asked her.
"Here I come."
Only after being invited did Ranlong dare to step forward.
As soon as she reached the door, the familiar scent of perfume filled her nose. Just as she was wondering how much perfume she would need to spray to achieve this effect, she saw a bottle of aromatherapy standing prominently on the cabinet in the entrance hall.
I pretended to be casual and leaned closer to smell it, and it was indeed the source of the herbal fragrance.
Why would you smoke up a nice house like this?
How obsessed is Qiu An with this scent?
Does this taste have any special meaning to Qiu An?
Aside from the fact that she also uses the same body lotion, is there anything else special about it?
Is it because... this is what she used before?
What are you thinking about? What does it have to do with her?
She had read a saying online that people who didn't have what they wanted in the past will become more ruthless in trying to compensate for it when they grow up and have more money. This must be what happened to Qiu An.
It makes me feel a little sad when I think about it.
Qiu An helped her get her slippers. When she raised her head, Ran Long heard her barely audible giggle.
Ranlong didn't ask, and Qiu An said to himself, "Have you become less courageous?"
"What's the meaning?"
"You weren't so embarrassed before. Sissi gave you the key, right? You can come in. You can open this door anytime, whether anyone is home or not."
So, what Qiu An meant was that she wouldn't take the key back?
She spoke very seriously and solemnly, but Ranlong didn't dare to agree directly. She beat around the bush and confirmed again: "Then Xixi doesn't have the key?"
Qiu An's smile became more and more obvious. She looked at Ran Long with a gentle gaze and said, "I'll get her a new one."
"Oh, that's good." Ranlong covered the room card in his pocket.
While changing her shoes, she quietly looked around.
The apartment complex is uniformly furnished with fully furnished apartments, and Qiu An's layout and furnishings are very similar to her own. Perhaps to appeal to a wider audience, the developer opted for a modern minimalist style, which surprisingly suited Qiu An's temperament.
However, this room was slightly different from the one she stepped into at the hotel.
It turns out that there are mineral water bottles on Qiu An's coffee table that have not been thrown away in time. It turns out that Qiu An also takes off his coat and leaves it on the sofa. It turns out that Qiu An's shoes can be neither put into the shoe cabinet nor neatly stacked against the wall.
She obviously has such lazy and relaxed moments, why has she never been shown this before?
Qiu An didn't ask her what she wanted to drink, but directly poured her a glass of orange juice with ice cubes and handed it to her.
When they were on set, Qiu An often brought drinks for Ran Long. Now Qiu An knew what kind of drink Ran Long wanted and when, better than Ran Long did.
Ranlong picked up the orange juice and took a sip, intending to talk business after Qiu An sat down. However, the sour and sweet taste of his taste buds stimulated his empty stomach that had been forgotten for a long time.
Woo-long~Woo-long~Coo-coo-coo.
My stomach growled at the right moment.
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