The three of them headed to the clubhouse venue arranged by the film crew. Lin Qiong took out her phone and started sending messages while sitting in the car.
"I'll go back tonight or tomorrow morning."
Fu Xingyun: ?
Lin Qiong thoughtfully provided a specific time: "Midnight tonight or early tomorrow morning."
"so?"
Lin Qiong: "I hope you don't misunderstand if someone opens the door in the middle of the night."
What's the misunderstanding?
"It's me, not a thief."
"..."
Fu Xingyun glanced at the message on his phone and replied with a nonchalant "Mm".
Lin Qiong, in her love-struck persona, exclaimed, "Why don't you care about me at all? We haven't seen each other in so long!"
Looking at the information on the screen, the man was inexplicably stunned. These words seemed to have been spoken by Lin Qiong in his ear, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
The man looked up at his calendar, which had several red circles drawn on it.
Fu Xingyun: "Three days?"
Lin Qiong corrected, "Ten years."
"?"
"A day apart feels like three autumns; my longing for you is measured in years."
"..." Fu Xingyun: "A mathematical genius?"
Lin Qiong replied modestly, "You're too kind."
But there would be some safety concerns if they came back at night. Fu Xingyun looked at the conversation on his phone screen and showed rare thoughtfulness.
"You can come back tomorrow."
Lin Qiong: "Early morning?"
Fu Xingyun: "During the day."
After sending the message, the man pursed his lips awkwardly, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. It wasn't that he was worried about you…
The next moment, a new message popped up in the chat: "I count down the days on my fingers every day, but you're telling me to come back later."
Fu Xingyun: ?
"As expected, you don't miss me at all."
Lin Qiong: "All the love and time we spent together in the past were ultimately wasted."
Seeing the self-pity on the screen, Fu Xingyun's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Just as Lin Qiong was about to utter some earth-shattering words, Fu Xingyun preemptively sent out the message.
"It's not safe to walk at night."
Lin Qiong: "You're worried about me."
Fu Xingyun replied with an inexplicable "Mm".
Lin Qiong proudly raised her head, "At least you have a conscience."
Fu Xingyun: ...
He wasn't annoyed at all by the occasional arrogance and audacity of the other party.
He then picked up a pen from the table and changed the original mark on the calendar.
On the way to the club, Lin Qiong chatted idly with Fu Xingyun.
"Today's work is finished."
"get off work?"
Lin Qiong: "I'm logging off."
"So what are you doing now?"
Lin Qiong glanced at the clubhouse in front of her: "Overtime."
"..."
After all, if people found out that he was out partying and not coming home, he would most likely be written on the Death Note.
Lin Qiong then ended the conversation in a few words, "I'm going to work overtime now, see you tomorrow, miss you~"
Upon arrival at the club, the muscular photographer got out of the car first, followed closely by the other two.
Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong, whose hair was slightly disheveled from rubbing against the back of the car, and asked, "What are you doing? I've seen you looking at your phone the whole way."
Lin Qiong answered skillfully, "Send a message to your partner at home."
Wang Cheng was instantly startled. "You didn't tell anyone about our outing, did you?"
Lin Qiong: "Of course..."
Wang Cheng: !!!
"No."
"..."
Can you please stop panting when you speak?!
Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. "You're smart after all."
Lin Qiong lowered her head modestly, "It has always been like this."
"..."
After noticing that the muscular photographer had distanced himself from them, Wang Cheng pulled him aside and said, "You're an artist with some capital now, so you need to be even more careful with your words and actions after the movie is released."
"You know what?!"
Lin Qiong nodded.
Wang Cheng glanced around as he spoke, “Especially the things about your partner at home must not be known to anyone else.”
Lin Qiong wasn't stupid; she naturally understood what the other person meant, and then nodded.
Wang Cheng: "What will you say if someone asks?"
Lin Qiong: "I have no exes online, and if I do, I won't admit it."
Wang Cheng nodded with great satisfaction.
Lin Qiong pondered for a moment, "But I won't portray myself as single."
Wang Cheng asked in bewilderment, "How will you gain fans if you don't establish a single persona?"
Nowadays, most fans are attracted by their looks, and there are definitely female fans among them.
Lin Qiong was equally decisive, "I don't want to."
Seeing that the person insisted, Wang Cheng reluctantly nodded, after all, there were also some fans who cared about their careers.
As long as the old perverted things are suppressed, everything else is negotiable.
Lin Qiong had rarely been to such a lavish and extravagant place. Upon arriving, aside from marveling at the opulent decor, her only other impression was that it was too noisy.
The noise was so loud that Lin Qiong regretted coming over and curled up in a corner to eat the fruit platter.
I should have gone home and stayed with the jacuzzi.
Lin Qiong hid in a small corner, eating like a little mouse celebrating the New Year.
Not far away, handsome men and beautiful women gathered, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Does the handsome guy have a girlfriend?"
"Hey beautiful, can I add you on WeChat?"
Lin Qiong in the corner,
"This is delicious."
"That's delicious too."
Wang Cheng, returning from the dance floor, saw someone huddled in a corner and asked, "Why aren't you going out to play?"
Lin Qiong chewed something and said slowly, "I don't want to go."
Wang Cheng: "Then what's the point of you coming here?"
After hearing this, Lin Qiong raised the fruit plate in her hand.
Wang Cheng: ...
As long as you're happy.
"I'm going to have some more fun. When I come back, we'll go back to the neighboring city."
Lin Qiong remembered Fu Xingyun's message, "I can go back during the day tomorrow."
Wang Cheng said, "Okay, then I'll go back to the hotel when I get back."
Lin Qiong extended her small hand and gave a slight "okay".
After a while, the fruit platter was gone, and Lin Qiong got up, wondering if she should get some small pastries to eat.
Suddenly, I heard arguing.
"What are you pretending for? You're dressed so scantily so people can touch you, aren't you?"
Lin Qiong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a muscular photographer arguing fiercely with a man in his thirties.
The middle-aged man looked at people with a very smug expression, his eyes glancing contemptuously at the muscular photographer.
The muscular photographer, his face flushed with shame and indignation, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't push your luck."
Seeing that people around him were looking, the muscular photographer realized he was attracting too much attention. He didn't want to make a scene, given the sensitive nature of the people he worked with, so he turned to leave. But then the other person…
They wouldn't let it go.
They even stuffed business cards into people's waistbands.
The man's hand was only halfway out when it was intercepted.
The man looked at Lin Qiong with a strange expression, only to see her gripping his arm and looking at him with disgust. The man frowned and said irritably, "What are you looking at?"
Lin Qiong naturally replied, "Look at the scumbag."
"..."
The man gently shook off the person's grasp, saying, "What's it to you? Get out of here and don't waste my time enjoying my youth."
Lin Qiong looked the person up and down, "Tsk."
The man, as if his tail had been stepped on, yelled, "What are you tsking about?!"
Lin Qiong said calmly, "Don't waste your youth."
man:?
Lin Qiong: "You've already reached the beginning of autumn."
The man's face flushed red, and he retorted angrily, "Damn it, are you crazy? What business is it of yours if I hit on someone?!"
Lin Qiong crossed her arms and looked at the other person, "How is this none of my business?"
"Hey kid, you're here to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, aren't you?"
Lin Qiong glanced at the muscular photographer behind him who clearly didn't need his help, and said modestly, "That's not true."
"Then what are you doing out here?!"
Lin Qiong: "Mind your own business."
"..."
The man's face darkened. "Do you really need to play the hero here? Who do you think you are?!"
Lin Qiong: "Lei Feng".
"..."
The impatient man tried to step forward and grab the person to stuff his business card in, but the young man stepped forward and blocked him from entering.
The man looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then glanced at the muscular photographer. "You two have a relationship?"
Lin Qiong nodded. "Of course."
"Who are you to him?"
For some reason, the person in front of him fell silent, and then the young man said with a hint of resignation, "I am his sister."
"..."
"You fucking tricked me!"
The man raised his hand to hit Lin Qiong in the face, but his hand was grabbed halfway up.
"You're going to hit my brother!!!"
Seeing the suddenly energetic and muscular photographer, Lin Qiong: ?
The man, wincing in pain as his fist was gripped, cursed, "I hit him? I didn't even touch him! Which eye of yours saw me hit him!"
He then tried to pull his hand away, but the other person was too strong, and his arm was almost broken, so he was unable to break free from the other person's restraint.
The man's face was contorted in pain as he cursed, "Ask him if I hit him!"
The muscular photographer glanced at the person next to him.
Lin Qiong: *sobs*
man:……
"You son of a bitch!" The man was silenced once again before he could finish speaking.
The next moment, Lin Qiong witnessed a wonder.
The muscular photographer, with tears in his eyes, was unilaterally dominating the man, hitting him while crying.
Lin Qiong: ...
He originally called it a world-famous painting.
After dealing with the scumbag, the muscular photographer looked at Lin Qiong with excitement, "Brother, thank you so much for helping me get rid of the pervert."
Lin Qiong waved her hand numbly, "No, it's all thanks to you."
Macho photographer: "Aren't they all older brothers..."
Lin Qiong reached out her hand and said, "You don't need to be modest."
"..."
Lin Qiong looked at him with some confusion, "Why didn't you teach him a lesson when he was causing you trouble earlier?"
The muscular photographer hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with his clothes, and said, "I'm a coward."
"..."
Looking at the man's muscular physique, Lin Qiong paused for a moment, then said, "Actually, you can be a little bolder."
Macho photographer: "Really?"
Lin Qiong patted the other person's strong arm, "You have to believe in yourself."
The muscular photographer was so touched, he exclaimed, "Brother, you're such a good person! I knew we could become best friends."
"..."
They were having so much fun earlier that they didn't notice Lin Qiong hadn't joined in. This time, the muscular photographer grabbed her and dragged her onto the dance floor.
The dance floor was filled with cheers and shouts.
As the countdown to midnight approached, the muscular photographer excitedly said to the group, "Brother is about to reach his climax, let's take a picture together."
Then, the people around began to count down in unison, like water about to boil.
As the countdown began, Lin Qiong took a photo with someone.
The muscular photographer looked at the photos with satisfaction, "I'll keep them to post on my WeChat Moments later."
Lin Qiong didn't pay any attention to it. Instead, seeing that it was getting late, she found Wang Cheng and returned to the hotel.
As midnight approaches, some people's nightlife is just beginning, such as office workers who have just finished overtime.
Li Hanyang was forced to start from the bottom after joining the family company, and he didn't leave the company building until midnight.
After getting home and washing up, I lay in bed, intending to look at my phone for a while before going to sleep. But what I found made me completely wide awake.
Someone posted a group photo on WeChat Moments, and the people in the photo looked strangely familiar.
Caption: "My dear brother~"
Li Hanyang's eyes widened in surprise. "Knock! Isn't this Lin Qiong?"
Then I glanced at the other person in the picture, who is a well-known gay man in the community.
I received a message on my phone in the evening.
Li Hanyang: Are you there?
Fu Xingyun glanced at the message and replied, "What's wrong?"
Li Hanyang hesitated for a moment, unsure how to start the conversation, and tentatively asked, "Are you home alone?"
Fu Xingyun: "Or half?"
"..."
Li Hanyang: "Lin Qiong isn't here?"
"I'm off to work."
Li Hanyang's fingers flew across the keyboard as he typed, "That's what he told you?"
Fu Xingyun frowned after reading it. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Li Hanyang said, trying to figure out how to phrase it tactfully. "I just wanted to ask you to help me with something."
Without hesitation, Fu Xingyun asked, "What is it?"
Li Hanyang found typing too slow, so he simply made a phone call, saying, "It's just that I have a friend..."
Li Hanyang took a deep breath and continued, "His wife is always out playing and never comes home. It might be... I mean, it might be that she's cheating on him. What do you think I should say?"
Fu Xingyun: "Is this friend of yours?"
"Of course not!" Li Hanyang jumped up instantly, emphasizing once again, "It's a friend of mine, a friend!"
Unfortunately, the other party didn't understand the meaning behind his words, so Fu Xingyun didn't beat around the bush and said, "Just say it."
Li Hanyang hesitated, "That's not a good idea, isn't it? Won't it hurt someone's self-esteem?"
"Besides, they're currently in a relationship, and if I were to say it directly, wouldn't people think I'm deliberately causing trouble?"
Fu Xingyun's voice was indifferent, "Then give a hint."
Li Hanyang thought for a moment and then asked, "Xingyun, is the moon bright where you are?"
Fu Xingyun glanced at the bright, full moon outside the window and said without hesitation, "It's alright."
Li Hanyang swallowed hard. "Can you see things around you?"
"able."
Li Hanyang took a deep breath. "Then look at the grass in the yard."
Fu Xingyun asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Is it green?
"..."
There was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.
After a long while, the man's cold voice finally came from the other end, "Didn't you say you were my friend?"
Li Hanyang: "Do I have any friends besides you?"
Fu Xingyun: ...
Li Hanyang then sent the group photo to the person.
Fu Xingyun stared at the photo on his phone screen with a dark expression, his eyes like a stagnant pool, unfathomable.
"When did this happen?"
Li Hanyang coughed awkwardly, "That just now."
Fu Xingyun's knuckles made a slight cracking sound as Lin Qiong's words, "I'm working overtime," echoed in his mind.
Lin Qiong, you're really great.
Li Hanyang suddenly realized that he might have taken things out of context, "Perhaps Lin Qiong was just going out for fun."
"Aren't all men the same? As long as they come home, that's all that matters."
"..."
Li Hanyang racked her brains to comfort her husband, who had been staying at home for a long time and was feeling resentful, "You two were only married out of necessity and didn't have any feelings for each other, so don't be too sad..."
beep--
Li Hanyang was hung up on before he could finish speaking.
In the neighboring city, Lin Qiong sat on a mini-van, half asleep. Wang Cheng would occasionally say a few words to him, but his answers were always incoherent.
When Wang Cheng arrived at the hotel and parked the car, he noticed that the person was holding something in their hands, and it looked quite large.
Wang Cheng patted her cheek. "Lin Qiong, wake up, we're here."
Lin Qiong opened her eyes groggily, then her gaze turned cold and unsettling. "Don't hit someone in the face."
"..."
Lin Qiong got out of the car and couldn't help but be curious about what the person was carrying. Wang Cheng asked, "What are you carrying?"
Lin Qiong perked up at this question, raising the object high above her head in a classic Lion King-like manner.
"..." Looking at what the person was holding, Wang Cheng thought, "A pumpkin?"
Lin Qiong corrected, "Mango."
Wang Cheng exclaimed in surprise, "Where did you get such a big mango?!"
Lin Qiong proudly tilted her head back and said, "Of course it was bought."
Wang Cheng asked in confusion, "Where did you buy it from? I don't know anything about it!"
He slept like a log the whole way, not even opening his eyes once, let alone going to the fruit shop.
Lin Qiong, from the "club," held the heavy mango above her head. "When I was eating the fruit platter, I thought it was sweet, so I asked the people at the club if they sold any. Luckily they did, so I bought some."
Wang Cheng's eyebrows twitched. "Why did you buy it? Haven't you had enough?"
Lin Qiong was still a little groggy from just waking up. She chuckled sheepishly and said, "I found it sweet and wanted to bring some back for Xingyun to try."
The summer night breeze ruffled the young man's black hair, his sincere and charming smile shining brightly even in the night.
"Who is Xingyun?" Wang Cheng: "Your friend?"
Lin Qiong: "My husband."
Wang Cheng's eyebrows twitched even more violently, "Why are you taking that old man back to him... no, why are you taking him back? He's so rich, what good food hasn't he eaten?"
Lin Qiong was genuinely taken aback by what he was told; he hadn't really thought much of it.
Subconsciously, he was only telling himself that this thing was very fragrant, sweet, and delicious, like honey, and he wanted to take it back for people to try.
But what the other party said didn't seem wrong either; Fu Xingyun was rich and should have eaten more good things than him.
Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong with a helpless expression, "Stop holding it up, it'll rot in a bit."
"No, the staff at the club said that such a big mango can last for a week."
Wang Cheng: "I was talking about your head."
"..."
Lin Qiong silently put the mango down; it did seem a little heavy.
Lin Qiong returned to the hotel intending to take a shower when there was a knock on the door.
Wang Cheng's anxious face appeared: "Is my notebook here? I can't find it."
There are many contact details for industry professionals on that page.
Lin Qiong didn't know where it was either, so she took a few steps back and let people in, saying, "Come in and look for it, I'm going to take a shower."
Wang Cheng searched without looking up, saying, "Okay, go ahead."
He looked down, searching for something, when he heard a buzzing vibration in his ear.
It wasn't that he wanted to peek; the other person's phone screen just lit up automatically.
Xingyun: "Where are you?"
Knock! Isn't that that old pervert?
It's already past midnight and he still has to check up on things? Wang Cheng held his phone, feeling conflicted for a moment, but finally decided to let it go.
However, just as I was about to put down my phone, a call came in from the other end.
The phone vibrated and rang so loudly it made Wang Cheng's scalp tingle. He hurriedly tried to put it down, but his finger accidentally tapped the answer button.
"Holy crap!!" A mouthful of national treasure couldn't be stopped from escaping his lips.
Fu Xingyun frowned upon hearing the unfamiliar man's voice on the other end.
Wang Cheng quickly reached out and pressed the hang-up button.
The three-second call ended there...
Wang Cheng put down his phone guiltily, unsure if the other person had heard him.
Feeling guilty, Wang Cheng stayed in the room and waited for Lin Qiong to come out.
When the person came out, they saw Wang Cheng sitting in the living room. "Did you find the notebook?"
"Found it?" Wang Cheng's tone was somewhat uncertain. "That one?"
"What?"
"Your partner called just now, and I accidentally answered it."
Lin Qiong was somewhat surprised, "So late?"
Wang Cheng nodded.
"So what did you say to him?"
Feeling guilty, Wang Cheng said, "I'll let it go."
Lin Qiong asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"Holy crap..."
"..."
Wang Cheng: "Should you reply to him to avoid any misunderstanding?"
Lin Qiong thought about it and agreed, "I'll call him back when I have time. You should go back and rest first."
After the person left, Lin Qiong lay on the bed and tried to call back, but no one answered.
Lin Qiong glanced at the time; it wasn't late, so they must be asleep. She didn't think much of it.
The next day, Lin Qiong and Wang Cheng got up very early, preparing to return to the neighboring city.
As I walked out of the hotel, I bumped into a muscular photographer who was also heading out.
"Brother, are you going back?"
Lin Qiong nodded. "Mm."
Upon hearing this, the muscular photographer stepped forward and gave the man a bear hug, saying, "See you next month, brother."
Lin Qiong, who had almost been strangled to death, patted the man's strong arm. "Remember to believe in yourself, cough cough..."
The two drove back to the neighboring city at just nine in the morning.
Lin Qiong entered the room carrying a large mango. "Xingyun! I'm back!"
However, there was no one in the living room.
Lin Qiong went up to the third floor and went to the study without even changing her clothes.
The man was sitting at his desk reading a book, his expression unreadable.
Like a bird returning to its nest, Lin Qiong fluttered her wings and flew gracefully toward the man.
"Xingyun, I'm back. Without you, every day feels like an eternity."
The man glanced at him without even looking at him, and gave a curt "hmm" in an extremely indifferent tone.
Lin Qiong: ?
"Bad mood?"
Fu Xingyun replied succinctly, "No."
Lin Qiong leaned her head closer to the person, "Really not?"
Fu Xingyun repeated, "No."
"Okay," Lin Qiong shrugged, "You're holding the book upside down."
"..."
Although the other person didn't say anything, Lin Qiong could sense that the other person was in a bad mood. He had only seen that face, which looked like it had been covered in soot from the bottom of a pot for three days, on the day he got married right after he transmigrated.
Lin Qiong poked her head in, "Why are you unhappy?"
Fu Xingyun then looked at him properly, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Lin Qiong was surprised, "You really want to know?"
The man nodded with a dark expression.
The next moment, Lin Qiong lowered her head shyly, "It's been a few years, I've missed you a little."
Fu Xingyun took a deep breath. "What did you do last night?"
It would be terrible if the other party found out he was out partying, so Lin Qiong lied through his teeth, saying, "I'm working overtime."
Fu Xingyun: "Really?"
Lin Qiong swallowed hard and said guiltily, "Really."
The next moment, the man took out his phone. "Then what's this?"
On the screen was a photograph, and in the photograph were none other than Lin Qiong and the muscular photographer.
Lin Qiong: !!!
Fu Xingyun sneered, "You've kept me in the dark, but you've kept him under the covers, haven't you!"
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