Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 581 - 308 Today is Crazy Thursday, you may be able to
Chapter 581 -308: Today is Crazy Thursday, you may be able to…..
Chapter 581 -308: Today is Crazy Thursday, you may be able to…..
Xu Qingyan wandered around the place, helping himself to food and drinks, but when he turned around, he didn’t see Shen Jinyue anymore.
Going to the restroom shouldn’t get one lost in their own home, right?
Hmm…
If it were someone else, probably not, but it’s hard to say when it comes to Shen Jinyue.
After some thought, he decided to go outside and look for her.
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Ten minutes later, he hadn’t found her but ran into quite a few familiar faces.
The thing was, Xu Qingyan knew them, but they didn’t recognize him.
He wasn’t Jiang Ling, after all; he wasn’t fond of fame.
Being famous makes it easier to make money, but one doesn’t necessarily have to be high-profile to earn.
The audience cares only about films and dramas; only a few are interested in those working behind the scenes.
This was a good thing for Xu Qingyan.
With low barriers to entry, the film industry inevitably mixed good with less savory characters, a whole herd of strange fish and dragons, allowing him to avoid dealing with too many idiots.
After searching around and still not seeing Shen Jinyue, he couldn’t help but make a phone call to her.
“Where are you?”
All he got in response was crying, which left Xu Qingyan utterly confused.
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
Shen Jinyue was crying so hard, her sobs intensified by anger at a certain someone.
She was both upset and angry, her words stifled by her cries, and it took her a long time to finally speak through her sobs.
“Why are you like this!”
“What have I done?
Come out already,” he smirked.
“Considering the situation, let’s eat first.
You might not be hungry, but I am.”
At that comment, on the other end of the phone, Shen Jinyue cried even harder.
“You’re just a jerk!”
“Say what you like, are you coming out or what?
I’m going to eat if you don’t,” Xu Qingyan retorted, not the universal air conditioner who could warm everyone’s hearts.
Moreover, being the nice guy just to warm Shen Jinyue’s heart wasn’t going to win him any affection.
“No!
You have to wait for me!” Shen Jinyue’s voice came through the phone, steeped with the stubbornness of her tears.
“Five minutes, I’m at…
err, there’s this big courtyard, southeast corner by the big stone pillar.” Xu Qingyan’s way of giving his location was a bit abstract.
It was also Shen Jinyue’s first visit to her father’s estate in Xinyue City, and she had to ask for directions all the way to find Xu Qingyan.
The sky was still grim, the downpour had turned to a drizzle.
The cool rain droplets hit her face, with strands of her hair sticking to her mouth’s corners, and her eyes were red, streaks of tears still marking her cheeks.
As she reached Xu Qingyan, she saw his face etched with concern as he quickly approached and gently spoke in a low voice.
“Today is ‘Mad Thursday,’ maybe you can pay me up fifty via V.”
The rain hadn’t stopped, and the tears on Shen Jinyue’s face instantly retracted.
She punched him in the chest, a mix of annoyance and thrill in her weak punch.
“Alright, alright, let’s have some food and then get some rest.
We’re heading back to Xinghai tomorrow.” Xu Qingyan grabbed her fist and started to drag her towards the banquet area.
“What’s with the sudden tears?”
Unable to free herself, Shen Jinyue confessed everything, her head lowered.
Xu Qingyan, hearing her out, didn’t even blink, as he had anticipated this.
“You don’t need to be too sad; your father probably saw through your little tricks long ago.
I don’t mean to stir up trouble between you two, but you really don’t need to…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, deeming that hinting was enough.
Night fell.
Shen Jinyue slept alone in a large room, with all the guests gone.
Xu Qingyan stayed too, but his room was arranged on the opposite side, far from Shen Jinyue.
He had no objections to this; it was the perfect excuse to go straight to sleep.
It was a sly move by Old Deng, one that gave him a chance to rest.
Lying in bed, Xu Qingyan took a shower, dried his hair, turned off the lights, and played games while replying to messages.
There was nothing major happening in Xinghai; he had only been away for a day or two.
Most of his conversations with Pei Muchan were about the album or some minor work stuff.
They often shifted from one topic to another, mixing in a bit of household talk.
Messages with Lin Wanzhou were more about sharing whatever came to mind.
The conversation was never-ending, sometimes about work, sometimes about something Qi Ting had pulled off.
Occasionally, he would think about going back to Qingyan, wondering when he could make the trip.
Xu Qingyan didn’t obsess over going home.
The type who’d say things like “Parents may not always be there to provide for,” were usually those that hadn’t been home for a long time.
Xu Qingyan had spent many years by his mother’s side.
From her serious illness to improvement to stability, then back to serious illness, and finally, to recovery – he had been there through it all, so he didn’t fixate on going home after his mother got better.
Everything was fine at home, so the urge to return was less, especially since he was rather busy.
The luck of having both women wasn’t something just anyone could handle.
Xu Qingyan thought about it, but as for how things would turn out, he really didn’t know; both were likely to become top stars in the future.
If they were all in show business, things would be simpler since the entertainment industry is no stranger to people having multiple partners.
For the big-time directors, women weren’t in short supply.
In their words, if only good looks qualified someone for the entertainment industry, things would be chaotic.
The industry wasn’t short of women or beautiful women; with money, anything was possible.
But if it were so, Xu Qingyan wouldn’t be very interested.
Leaving Pei Muchan out of it, she came from a family of civil servants and seldom held concerts.
Lin Wanzhou’s performances were strict and attended by Wen Yun throughout, treating her as her own daughter.
If Xu Qingyan showed the slightest tendency towards having the luck of both women, it wasn’t just a matter of whether Pei Muchan’s family would approve.
Wen Yun alone wouldn’t let him off easily, and he could end up with nothing.
So, it wasn’t that Xu Qingyan couldn’t be a scoundrel; it’s just that the conditions didn’t allow it.
Flirting and being ambiguous were fine; with both women, he was already at a rather intimate stage.
The progress was slow; none of the three had the time to stop and fall in love.
They were all biding their time for more intimate moments.
Unaware of other situations, Xu Qingyan was grasping at this to maintain the status quo.
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