Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 406 - 246: Illusory Dreams, Reality... He asked: Can I kiss you?
Chapter 406: Chapter 246: Illusory Dreams, Reality… He asked: Can I kiss you?
Late at night, in the Jiangpan Residential Area, the lights were dim.
Wrapped in a thick, long coat, Pei Muchan seemed as if she had just finished a bath, her hair tips slightly damp and leaving a faint water stain on the coat.
“Hiss~ I forgot to have you bring down my house keys.” He slapped his head.
“…..” Pei Muchan gave him a glance and sighed, “I told you there was no need to come over. Flying here from Chang’an, how are you going to handle your work tomorrow?”
“I’ve arranged everything; going back tomorrow won’t be a problem.” Xu Qingyan smiled, “Couldn’t make things clear over the phone, thought it over and over, only seeing with my own eyes could I rest assured.”
Pei Muchan’s words suddenly choked back.
“Let’s talk upstairs.”
The familiar living room was brightly lit, spotless.
To Xu Qingyan, it felt no different from his own home; he leaned on the sofa and charged his phone. With the same charging ports, if this wasn’t tacit understanding, what was?
Whether he went up by himself or Pei Muchan invited him, the results might be similar, but the nature was entirely different.
Pei Muchan was somewhat aloof by nature, even if she really took a liking to someone, she would think thrice before acting. Each time Xu Qingyan made a bold move, he always hid the intent of stepping back.
Advancing by retreating, this strategy never failed on her.
Similarly, retreating to advance also held true. That’s why, whenever he took a big step forward, he would stop and wait for the other to advance; if there was no movement, he would simply withdraw.
The house key was in his bag. If Pei Muchan did not come downstairs, he would have gone straight home to sleep. Then gotten up tomorrow to record a song in Xinghai, not dwelling on this incident.
Career and love, do not put them all in one basket.
Before long, Pei Muchan came out of the kitchen with a drink.
“Did you talk to the hotel? Was it their negligence or something else?” Xu Qingyan asked as she appeared, setting down his phone.
“Hmm, they said they didn’t send it.” Pei Muchan sat down, holding a glass of hot milk and took a sip.
“Then isn’t that intentional poisoning?”
“Not necessarily, I don’t really interact with other artists.” Pei Muchan lowered her eyes, her hands warming on the glass, “and I don’t have any sasaeng fans, either.”
Indeed, she had just recently risen to fame, and it was in Xiangnan Station which she had never visited before.
“It’s probably just a prank, or something else.” She spoke of these matters calmly, as if narrating someone else’s experience.
“The method is also amateurish, not like meticulous planning. Probably because there were so many artists, inadvertently getting caught up because of some incident, maybe a minor did it.”
“Because as long as it’s not poisoning, they can escape legal responsibility.”
Hearing this, Xu Qingyan thought no wonder celebrities travel with a team.
“You should get a professional team too. He Xiu after all does not have much experience, just an ordinary girl. If there really was an emergency, you would still have to protect her.”
“I’ll think about it, no need for now…” Pei Muchan said, “Let’s see next year, usually there’s no need, maintaining a professional team isn’t very cost-effective.”
Pei Muchan’s situation was quite special, rarely appearing in public.
“An undeserved disaster.” Xu Qingyan frowned, he was not satisfied with the outcome, but still comforted, “Since it’s over, no need to think about it.”
“Yeah.” She nodded.
The situation was actually not complicated, but rarely does anyone revisit and investigate it. Forget the average person; celebrities are powerless in the face of such events, if they can’t provoke, they avoid.
The entertainment industry is dirty, way too realistic.
Many things cannot be said, and Pei Muchan is just a singer who has recently become popular. Among a host of stars, perhaps she stands out, seen by some as having seized their resources to get in.
The higher you climb in this circle, the filthier it gets.
However, Pei Muchan didn’t plan to enter the entertainment industry. This incident was like a thorn, lodged in Xu Qingyan’s heart. Quietly, he pondered, his sense of urgency growing stronger.
This urgency had nothing to do with Pei Muchan; it was his own….. not wanting to do some things, but finding them too troublesome or lacking a lead, powerless.
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That’s all.
Pei Muchan didn’t know that this incident had planted a seed of “capital” in Xu Qingyan’s heart; she knew that once she finished recording the New Year’s Eve program, she’d be fine.
After all, a niche singer and an idol belonged to two different circles, without the competition for resources, no one would persistently seek revenge on her.
Xu Qingyan took a sip of the drink in his cup, only to realize it was alcohol. He paused, thinking his taste was off, and took another doubtful sip.
The alcohol content was not high, sweet and smooth.
“Wait, how is this alcohol?”
Pei Muchan glanced at him, without much reaction, and simply said.
“Do you insist on going home late at night?”
“It’s so late now, will you take a cab or drive my car? If you take my car away, what will I drive to the studio tomorrow? Are you going to send me early in the morning?”
Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan’s thoughts turned a tad sluggish.
“Where will I sleep?”
“The sofa?”
“Is your imagination really that poor?” Pei Muchan had drunk most of her hot milk, her eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at him, “This apartment is over a hundred square meters…”
“…with four rooms; do you prefer the sofa?”
“Eh… isn’t that what they show in the movies?” Xu Qingyan chuckled, earning a roll of eyes from Pei Muchan and he autonomously went to make the bed.
Night fell.
After washing up, Xu Qingyan lay in bed spacing out, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
The blanket covering him wasn’t new, probably one that Pei Muchan had changed out. It didn’t have any special scent, just a faint whiff of laundry detergent.
His thoughts gradually became clear, some matters taking their course.
No one mentioned the long-distance rush at all, not Xu Qingyan, nor Pei Muchan. But she appreciated it nonetheless, the milk had been swapped for alcohol, the bed was made.
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