Chapter 93
Ranlong prepared her counterattack plan seriously for an entire afternoon. She read through hundreds of notes, found dozens of like-minded people and read several articles of valuable information. Finally, she summarized the notes of nearly a thousand words in her memo.
If she had worked so hard in the college entrance examination, maybe she could have gained a reputation as a top student... but it's useless.
However, in the evening, Qiu An suddenly called and said that a young artist under the studio had encountered an accident on the crew, and she had to rush there in person to take charge.
Ranlong said, "It's okay, you can go. I have to prepare for work tomorrow anyway," but in her heart she shed tears as many as the Pacific Ocean.
After being depressed for a while, she took the initiative to run to the company to find Sister Hou and said that she would continue her previous fitness plan immediately tonight.
Sister Hou smiled brightly, held Ranlong's hand, and praised her like an old mother.
After sweating profusely, Ranlong sat on a chair to rest and drink water, but saw the fitness coach said something in Sister Hou's ear, then ran away with a red face.
Sister Hou came over with her eyes half covered and saw that the makeup on her neck was exposed due to sweating and she was making a mess.
Only then did she understand why she had to put on makeup even when exercising, and she also understood why she suddenly became so determined to exercise.
After being pointed out by Sister Hou, Ranlong covered his neck in shock and shame, and wanted to kill the witness.
Before she could get angry, Sister Hou started crying again with her usual routine, adding a little something new: "Sister Ran, please forgive me! Kicking me out at this time is a treasonous and inappropriate act! I have parents and children to take care of. If you dare to kick me, I will tell the world that you were pinned down by Sister Qiu An! Not only will you be unable to turn over in bed, you won't even be able to hold your head up in front of others!"
Ranlong's fist stiffened, but that was all, because she still had to cover the marks on her neck.
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As work piled up during the vacation, Ranlong soon returned to his busy life.
The period of passionate love with Qiu An coincided with the rising period of his career. She really wanted to choose the former, but putting aside the issue of whether their status matched, she still owed Qiu An money!
I fly around everywhere every day and also have to set aside a long period of continuous time to film on set.
Not to mention going home, she didn't even have much time to go back to Beiji.
It was a great success that both Qiu An and I had jobs in Beiji, and we finished dyeing early and were able to go home in time. But when I asked, Qiu An was about to fly away again.
Sometimes she really hated the fact that Beiji was so big. What was the difference between being in the same city and not being in the same city?
They are like two mosquitoes born in the tropics, being swept around by cyclones every day.
There’s a line in a song that goes, “I can only blame the mosquitoes in the air, I have no control over their comings and goings, oh…”
Fortunately, Qiu An tried his best to fill this gap, so that when the exhausted Ran Long returned to the hotel like a resentful ghost, he would always receive some surprises.
Sometimes it was the matcha basque she'd been craving for a long time, even if it was just a small piece; sometimes it was steaming hot crab roe noodles, even if it was only half a bowl; sometimes it was a large pot of herbal tea to soothe her mind and heart. Sometimes, when they were not far away and the time was right, Qiu An would even send her a bento she made herself.
Apart from the food, drinks and flowers on the table, it took Ranlong a while to realize that she hadn't seen an ordinary toilet for a long time.
Even among the hotels she stayed in along the way, some had old-fashioned and outdated decorations but claimed to be retro, while others were affordable business-style hotels that were only used for transit and temporary stays.
In hotels of different brands and grades, bathtubs, fragrances, and makeup mirrors may be absent, but smart toilets are definitely there.
And it’s often the same talking and singing model…
It can’t be…
Ranlong immediately called Qiu An, and the call was picked up as soon as she dialed.
"Um, Qiu An, I have something to ask you. If I'm wrong, please don't think I'm being sentimental, don't laugh at me, and don't take it to heart. It's best to forget it immediately after hearing it."
"I know, tell me."
Qiu An's voice sounded a little lazy, and Ran Long then remembered that she was still filming abroad and should be resting at this time.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot you have jet lag..."
"It's okay, I just missed you too."
"Hey, you're so nice." Ranlong blushed. "Then let me ask you something. The smart toilet in the hotel I'm staying in...wasn't it you who replaced it?"
"Theoretically, it's me who changed it."
"Oh no! You don't have to spend so much money on me! I was just saying it casually before. It's not necessary to use a smart toilet!"
"If it doesn't make you happy, there's no point in having money."
"Ahhh, where did you learn those corny love lines?! You've been reciting lines so many times that you can say them so easily!"
Qiu An felt a little aggrieved: "These are my original words that came from my heart. Do they sound tacky?"
"Uh, I'm not really saying you're unsophisticated, it's just that you're a little... oh, you definitely know better than to pretend!"
"All right."
Ran Long held her forehead with her hands. She had just wanted to trick Qiu An, but it turned out that she was really pretending!
Ranlong paused for a moment and continued, "Besides, it wouldn't be good if word got out that you were changing toilets everywhere. It would make me look like a big shot... And if people found out that you were helping me change them, wouldn't our relationship be exposed? This is a loss-making business. Don't do it again!"
In fact, Qiu An thinks more than Ranlong and does more than Ranlong thinks.
She selected a smart home brand early on, expressed her intention to be the spokesperson, and presented a detailed promotion plan, including but not limited to: hiring internet celebrities to conduct comfort evaluations on major hotels, intentionally guiding the trend of upgrades; launching old-for-new activities for some affordable hotels; and then she would act as a matchmaker to promote cooperation between the brand and the hotel.
In short, although the brand had doubts, it still expressed its gratitude and gave Qiu An a considerable endorsement fee and sales share.
But Qiu An finally spent the money.
She increased her investment in Hulu Media, allowing Hulu Media to allocate more resources to Ranlong for marketing and combating black fans.
But since Ranlong said so, Qiu An said, "Okay, I promise you."
In order to ease the torment of long-distance relationships, they also shared a lot of trivial daily life on WeChat.
Even when dyeing the nails, I have to report to Qiu An if they grow longer.
Ann: [covering his mouth and laughing]
Long: Ahhhh, don’t think in the wrong way!
Ranlong's circle of friends, which had not been updated for thousands of years, became noisy. Every time Qiu An gave her something, she would generously share it on her circle of friends. Within two days, she would compile a blog post with nine pictures, and within a week, she would compile a blog post with nine pictures multiplied by nine pictures.
Sister Hou couldn't help but complain: Stop showing off, are you afraid that others don't know you are in a relationship?
Long: Yes, I’m very scared.
Seeing this, Ms. Hu couldn't help but ask her: Is there something going on?
Long: [covering mouth and laughing]
No matter how frequent their online chats were, they couldn't stop Ranlong from wanting to see Qiu An.
After all, they are still in the honeymoon period, and every minute that they can't meet and hug each other is very unbearable.
Qiu An took the time to check their itinerary. Among the densely packed blocks of color, it was not difficult to see a blank space falling on the same sky.
She said to Ranlong excitedly, "Let's go on a date on the holiday."
She saw everything Qiu An did for her. Ranlong was a person who knew how to repay a favor, so she replied, "No."
Qiu An: “?”
Ranlong: "We are going to choose a grave site for Jiang Ting that day. I have already made an appointment."
"I see."
Touching on the sad things, Ranlong knew that Qiu An was in a low mood, so he said in a light tone: "If you insist on treating it as a date, it's not impossible. Although you may need to disguise yourself, I will dress well."
Qiu An was amused by her: "Okay, I will look forward to it."
Ranlong kept his promise and bought an outfit specifically for this "date".
On the day of the holiday, she wore a misty white chiffon waisted long skirt, a beige knitted shawl, Mary Jane leather shoes and a crescent handbag. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking so gentle that she was almost unrecognizable.
Qiu An also failed to recognize her.
Qiu An drove back from the crew hotel to pick her up. She drove the car in front of Ran Long and stared at her through the car window for a long time without moving.
Ranlong couldn't open the car door, and she slammed her hands until they hurt. Qiu An then lowered the window and said to her, "Wait a moment. I'm going to the garage to change cars to avoid being followed by paparazzi."
"oh."
Qiu An finished filming a night scene a little late last night and looked a little tired, so Ranlong offered to drive.
It had been a while since they had been on the road, so Ran Long was concentrating on driving, and Qiu An didn't seem to want to disturb her, and was eerily silent all the way.
Even when waiting for the red light, the silence could not dissipate.
I clearly have a lot to say, but how come I can't remember a single word when we meet?
It’s all because we chatted too much online and ran out of things to say, so now I have nothing to say.
Well, that must be the case.
While waiting for the red light, Ranlong put his arm on the armrest to rest. Qiu An saw it and quietly put his hand over.
Their little fingers were gently pressed together, and Ranlong boldly hooked her finger.
He was so embarrassed by his own little action that his face turned red. The traffic policeman who was directing the car accidentally glanced in front of him, and Ranlong thought he was violating traffic rules.
She quickly withdrew her hand, put it in front of her mouth and coughed twice, then put it behind her ear and scratched it.
"The weather is okay today." Ranlong made small talk.
"Well, it's not bad." Qiu An had no answer.
“It’s not too cold or too hot, and the humidity is just right.”
"Well, you're right."
They arrived at the first cemetery in such an awkward manner, where the cemetery agent and Feng Shui master of Ranlongyue had already been waiting.
The agent was not tall, had a princess-cut haircut, wore small sunglasses, a suit, tie and white gloves, and looked like the protagonist in a Japanese professional drama who could handle big things. People who knew the business would think he was very professional at a glance.
When the agent saw them coming, he straightened his tie, revealing his big white teeth, and waved at them with a bright smile.
Qiu An nodded as a greeting, then looked the agent up and down. The more he looked, the more he felt something was strange.
Before she could ask any questions, she saw Ranlong rush forward, looking down at the agent and punching him on the head.
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