Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Everyone was probably a little drunk. When Ye Chuyang was sober, he felt he wouldn't ask such a question.
Too... not improved at all.
The past is unattainable; those scattered regrets and resentments left over from the years should be swept away like fallen leaves in autumn.
"Regret what?" Shen Qingyuan clicked her tongue, then suddenly realized, "You pursued me, and I didn't agree to that thing?"
Given Shen Qingyuan's memory, it's unlikely she'd forget this. To be honest, it left a pretty deep impression on her.
Although she selectively remembers many people and things, she doesn't even quite remember someone as prominent as Yu Miaomiao.
Ye Chuyang pursed his lips slightly, rubbed his eyes, and turned to look at Shen Qingyuan. Their eyes met. He didn't deny it.
His eyes were really bright. Not very big, but unusually bright. His eyelashes were also very long. Shen Qingyuan suddenly noticed.
However, the question of whether unrequited confessions lead to regret ten years later is a complex one. The likelihood of unrequited young lovers meeting again ten years later, both still single, is extremely low.
"I could do sociological research. It seems so easy to do humanities research; I can come up with ten or eight research topics at a glance," Shen Qingyuan muttered to herself.
In Ye Chuyang's eyes, it looked like he was thinking seriously.
He was even a little touched. He waited silently.
After two or three minutes, Shen Qingyuan came to her senses, smiled, and said, "What is there to regret?" She wasn't being stubborn at all; she truly felt that way.
Anyway... what was so appealing about a boy who failed math ten years ago?
"Not a single regret?" Ye Chuyang persisted. Don't underestimate a young man's potential. That young man is now quite a figure in the real world.
"Well, you might not know this, but I'm not the kind of person who judges people by their looks."
That's already quite tactful, Shen Qingyuan thought.
How could he not know? He knew all too well. This statement, at the very least, confirmed his suspicions.
Ye Chuyang frowned, glancing at her sideways with a hint of indignation and resentment in his eyes. If this were a period drama, he would probably be spitting out blood at a moment like this.
Fans really like the scene where he coughs up blood, saying it has a kind of poignant beauty. In a drama that aired quite well last year, the ratings increased when he coughed up blood.
Props team, add some blood.
“However, from an economic point of view, if you could share half of your earnings with me…” Shen Qingyuan imagined it with a happy heart, “that would be pretty good too.”
"You wish!"
Ye Chuyang raised his eyebrows, about to show off, when he heard Shen Qingyuan say thoughtfully, "Being around a rich man, always in a panic, afraid that someone will steal from you, you probably won't have a good time."
Her thought process is really... quite unique.
Ye Chuyang laughed shakily, his face showing a kind of weariness that made him feel like he had lost all will to live.
"Life is destined to have forks in the road, and each person's own path is more important," Shen Qingyuan mumbled, feeling a bit sleepy as her eyelids began to droop.
It was rare for her to become so talkative after drinking; Dr. Shen is usually quite reserved.
Ye Chuyang pondered her last sentence; she wasn't wrong. Everyone has their own path to walk; no one waits in the same place.
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The next day.
In Ye Chuyang's hotel room, a makeup artist laid out all the tools and was doing her hair and makeup.
When Xiao Chao brought in breakfast, her makeup was almost done. People with good natural features have well-defined facial features. The makeup process is simple, without the need for complicated contouring.
"Brother, I'll go call Sister Chen over for breakfast." Xiao Chao placed Ye Chuyang's portion in front of him.
Ye Chuyang thought for a moment, "Never mind, let her sleep a little longer."
Xiao Chao looked slightly confused and frowned.
He got up at five o'clock today to shoot an advertisement, and has been busy for two hours, coordinating with the makeup artist and getting breakfast.
Men, after all, always silently bear all the burdens.
Why!
What lay before Ye Chuyang was, as always, a simple boiled broccoli, two small pieces of sweet potato, a large piece of chicken breast, and a small jar of sugar-free yogurt.
Food and sex are human nature. Eating like this every day and staying in an empty room every night is like living the life of an ascetic! Xiao Chao sighed in his heart.
That's about it for eating; but dating might add some variety.
Xiao Chao suddenly remembered Ning Xin. Just then, the gifts sent by the advertiser arrived, and the tracking information was on his phone. "Brother Yang, the advertiser sent quite a few samples this time. Should we give them to our friends?"
This time, we're shooting a chocolate commercial.
Ye Chuyang ate his breakfast slowly and hummed in agreement. "I've received a lot of gifts from friends this year. Send one to each of them. If you don't have enough samples, order some online."
"What about Ning Xin? Should we send her a copy too? She even came to deliver the plaster herself last time."
It's not a plaster, it's a dog-skin plaster.
Ye Chuyang stopped eating and thought for a moment. "Let's replace hers with face masks. The manufacturer sent us a lot before."
The face mask he endorses this year is a high-end product line.
"Face masks are much more expensive than chocolate." Xiao Chao clicked his tongue: "Ning Xin's treatment is definitely different."
"Also," Ye Chuyang added, "send two boxes to Dr. Shen as well."
Girls, I think they all like chocolate.
"Okay, okay."
Thinking of someone's round face, Ye Chuyang's gaze fell on her slender fingers, and she changed her mind, "I'll just send one box instead."
Although it feels nice to pet, you should still pay attention to your health. Eating too many sweets is not good.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Chao's eyes widened: "Bro...no offense, but you're a bit stingy, huh?"
The makeup artist turned her face away, covered her mouth, and chuckled.
Ye Chuyang was too lazy to argue, "Stop talking nonsense, go quickly—"
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My memory flashed back for a moment.
Last night, Ye Chuyang escorted the drunk Shen Qingyuan back to her room. The two of them, one drunk and the other ill, half-supported and half-carried each other, finally made it to the door of the room.
That's how I first saw someone's drinking habits.
She was lethargic, muttering to herself, seemingly talking in her sleep. Fortunately, she was still somewhat conscious; when someone helped her, she knew to take steps—in this state, she probably wouldn't even realize she'd been sold.
"You'd better not drink anymore. Otherwise you might get sold into some remote mountain village." Ye Chuyang raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.
He found the key card in Shen Qingyuan's nightgown pocket and opened the door.
Fortunately, she looked like she had already washed up beforehand, so I just put her on the bed and settled her to sleep.
"She's quite cute when she's asleep."
When awake, their eyes are wide open, overly energetic. That's just right, it makes them look a little dull.
As soon as her head touched the pillow, Shen Qingyuan became strangely quiet, placing her forearms on either side of her head. Like a baby sleeping.
He covered her with a thin blanket and turned on the air conditioner's dehumidification mode. Summers in Hengdian are hot and humid; it would be very uncomfortable to sleep without air conditioning.
He sat quietly by the bed for a while, worried that her stomach might upset and she might feel nauseous, and there would be no one to take care of her. He recalled news reports of drug addicts choking on their own vomit while unconscious, but this was intoxication, so it shouldn't be that serious.
In any case, let's sit a little longer. Just to be safe. In the whole world, besides her, probably no one else has the honor of having Su Liao serve them at their bedside after getting drunk.
Just watch her quietly.
Her face was bare, without any makeup. Her eyebrows were strong and defined, requiring no further drawing. Her skin wasn't as good as it had been ten years ago, with slight imperfections, but the faint lines of time added to her mature feminine charm. She had a delicate, straight nose and rosy lips.
Breathing evenly.
A face that had been fading from his memory was now so close and so vividly before him, it felt almost unreal. He couldn't help but raise his hand, his fingers gently resting on Shen Qingyuan's face, feeling its smooth, warm touch.
He dared not rub too hard, lest she suddenly open her eyes and glare at him with her big eyes.
I was so careful that I unconsciously held my breath.
There's a kind of... exhilarating feeling of doing bad things.
Ye Chuyang would be quite happy to take her home as a pet. He'd love to fatten her up, pet her every day, and listen to her babbling new words. It would be quite entertaining.
It's a pity we can't raise them.
...How could such a thought suddenly pop into my head? It seems...a bit perverted!
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When Xiao Chao went downstairs, he happened to see Fang Zhou checking out at the hotel front desk with a black suitcase next to him.
Having met him several times before, Xiao Chao warmly greeted him, "Handsome guy, reporter Fang, hi!"
Fang Zhou was taken aback for a moment, looked up and saw Xiao Chao, and forced a smile, "Hi."
When they met at the coffee shop before, Shen Qingyuan introduced them by name. They were both from Chenyang, fellow townsmen, so there was a bit of kinship between them.
Are you leaving today?
Perhaps he didn't sleep well last night, or maybe he was having trouble adjusting to the new environment, but Xiao Chao felt that Fang Zhou's complexion wasn't good, and he didn't seem very happy.
"Yes. Things here are mostly settled, but I still have work to do back in Chenyang."
"Oh, Hengdian is such a small place, there aren't many places to go."
He overheard something yesterday and learned that Dr. Shen had accompanied Fang Zhou to visit attractions in Hengdian, and the two of them went to the Ming and Qing Palace in the afternoon.
It was just a joke, but in the mouth of reporter Fang, it sounded like a serious matter, like a leader going to the grassroots for an inspection.
As expected of a journalist, they speak with finesse.
While they were talking, the receptionist returned the deposit to Fang Zhou and completed the formalities.
The two walked out of the hotel talking and chatted for a few more minutes.
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When Xiao Chao returned, carrying several boxes of packages with great effort, Ye Chuyang had already finished breakfast and dried her hair.
"Brother Yang," Xiao Chao said mysteriously, "Guess who I just ran into downstairs?"
Ye Chuyang asked directly, "Who?"
"That reporter Fang. He's leaving today; he just checked out downstairs."
Ye Chuyang gave an "oh," seemingly uninterested.
Seeing his lack of interest, Xiao Chao stopped talking. Two minutes later, Ye Chuyang asked slowly, "How does Reporter Fang look?"
"...How is it?" Xiao Chao was placing a delivery order and didn't look up. "Oh, he's pretty busy, isn't he? He said he has work to do when he gets back."
"No, that's not it. I mean, how did he seem to be feeling?"
Xiao Chao glanced up at him. It was quite unusual; the big star Su Liao was concerned about the feelings of a small-time reporter.
"Well, it was just so-so. I wasn't particularly excited, nor was I crying my eyes out."
"..."
Ye Chuyang thought to himself: There's not a single accurate piece of information. You should definitely not do any work involving text.
Xiao Chao thought back for a moment, "He seemed a little unhappy, and his complexion wasn't very good."
Ye Chuyang's eyes darted around, her eyebrows twitched slightly, and she was inexplicably in a good mood.
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When Shen Qingyuan woke up, she felt quite dizzy.
Looking around, she saw a hotel bed in her room. She had absolutely no recollection of how she got back from the rooftop last night.
Is this the legendary blackout?
However, I still remember chatting with Ye Chuyang and talking about many things from our high school days.
Shen Qingyuan rubbed her eyes, sat up and got dressed, and suddenly felt discomfort in her neck, as if she had a stiff neck.
Remembering that Ning Xin had given Ye Chuyang the plaster she had, she opened the drawer, tore off a piece, and stuck it to the back of her neck.
It's cool and refreshing, which feels quite nice.
At 8:15, she went downstairs to buy coffee to perk herself up. Her stomach wasn't feeling well, so she could skip breakfast.
A woman at the next table was on the phone, speaking quite loudly, and a few words reached Shen Qingyuan's ears.
"...Does your company need any more staff? How about I come and clean up a bit, tidy up the tables or something?"
The person speaking was laughing and joking; it was unclear whether they were joking or genuinely seeking a job.
If it's a joke, then it's a joke that's somewhat heartbreaking.
Shen Qingyuan felt a chill run down her spine. The economy was declining, and social media was filled with talk of falling employment rates. Was making a living really that difficult?
In recent years, the employment rate in the medical system has been relatively good, despite the challenges of an aging population and the need for medical development.
People who come out of this system, if they were really put out into society and given a real beating, who knows what would happen to them.
Shen Qingyuan suddenly remembered what she had said to Ye Chuyang last night: You may not know, but I'm not the kind of person who judges by appearance.
The words still echo in my ears, buzzing back again and again.
We're doomed.
That's why they say drinking leads to trouble. It's basically saying someone has a pretty face but is actually a complete idiot.
Shen Qingyuan thought about her difficult workplace and decided to do something to please her employer.
She asked the staff to make her two more coffees, an Americano and a latte, for takeout.
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When Shen Qingyuan went upstairs, Ye Chuyang was almost ready and waiting for the car.
The advertising company sent a car to pick them up.
Shen Qingyuan knocked on the door, and Xiao Chao opened it. She handed the latte to Xiao Chao first.
"Xiao Chao, have some coffee. You'll have a latte, right?"
"Sister Chen, oh, you remember my taste! Thank you, sister." Xiao Chao took the coffee, his face beaming.
What are the work arrangements for today?
Xiao Chao said, "Brother Yang was filming an advertisement today. It was originally supposed to be filmed in Jicheng, but he got injured, so Brother Lei talked to the advertisers and moved the filming team to Hengdian. We were just ready and waiting for the car to pick us up."
Business broker Lei Ge really came through this time.
"The whole team moved here?"
“Yeah,” Xiao Chao said dismissively.
That's true, Ye Chuyang is the biggest star right now. It's nothing for the filming crew to cause her any trouble.
Shen Qingyuan walked over and placed the coffee on the table in front of Ye Chuyang. "Hehe, boss, it's only fair to return the favor, so I'm treating you to coffee." She felt a little embarrassed after downing most of the bottle of champagne that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Ye Chuyang picked up his coffee, turned to look at her, and said, "Thank you for the expense, Dr. Chen."
His face was now painted with delicate, exquisite features, which stunned Shen Qingyuan. She couldn't help but praise, "Brother Yang looks really handsome today." She followed Xiao Chao's lead and called him Brother Yang, smiling obsequiously.
This smile appeared on her face for the second time. The first time was in Hangzhou, when someone gave her two bottles of champagne, and he asked Xiao Chao to open one for them to drink.
Xiao Chao said with a grin, "Brother Yang, I'm not worthy."
She laughed and said, "I'm not worthy either."
It was that kind of smile, a slightly ingratiating, forcedly humorous smile, that made him uncomfortable.
Ye Chuyang narrowed his eyes in suspicion, looking at her. Last night she said she wasn't someone who cared about looks, but today she's suddenly being so attentive—it's too suspicious.
He suddenly realized that he had a very contradictory feeling.
During his student days, he found it difficult to get used to the aloof and indifferent woman who disregarded his enthusiasm. She was unapproachable when it came to being approachable or even flattering.
Why should she flatter him? Just because he's her boss now?
Because he asked her last night if she regretted it? Was that a subtle flirtation?
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