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When Qiao Qiao had returned home to her small apartment, it was already one in the morning.
Song Qiyan drove her to the stairs of her apartment and watched her go up before leaving. That pigeon gray colored lightning appeared with a flash, soundlessly, then disappeared. It did not even disturb awake any of the light sleepers in this old apartment.
Qiao Qiao felt around before she inserted the key into the lock hole. After opening the door, she threw herself into the sofa without even turning on the light.
She held her face with one hand and felt that her face was boiling hot. It was as if she had been placed inside a steamer and was still emanating tendrils of steam. However, in this blisteringly hot world, for some reason, there was also a trace of a chilliness that slowly climbed up along her ankles, beginning from the sole of her feet. Qiao Qiao did not dare to think too much about it. She was afraid that this chill would rush forward and engulf her entirely as soon as she thought about it.
She was actually almost 99% certain that Song Qiyan did not like her; Because the way he treated her was really just like an impromptu partner in bed ââ ambiguous and intimate, but leaving just the right amount of distance between them.
Just like this. It was 1 a.m. but had still restrainedly and politely let Qiao Qiao go home; had personally helped Qiao Qiao get dressed, drove her to the stairs of her apartment, then left soundlessly without letting anyone notice.
Qiao Qiao could not help but think, would he also gently hold other female artists and carefully help dress them? Would he also drive that same grey colored car and drive them home? Would he also silently watch them go upstairs late at night?
He must have.
As Qiao Qiao screamed in her head âdonât think about it anymore! â, she also uncontrollably began to recall every detail of when he had helped dress herââ
His hands had skillfully looped through the shoulder straps of Qiao Qiaoâs bra. Then, he gently and accurately helped adjust it to a proper length for Qiao Qiao.
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Qiao Qiao immediately leapt up from the sofa. She quickly ran to the bathroom and threw herself in front of the mirror. After groping around within the dark for the switch, she turned on the light. As the soft light lit up, Qiao Qiaoâs slightly blood drained face was revealed in the mirror: A bright and clean face, exquisitely small facial features, a thin and pointy bamboo shoot like chin, consistently watery eyes. It did not look like someone in their twenties but rather like a female student still in school.
Qiao Qiao carefully scrutinized herself and slowly began to relax. Even though her face had always never been anything special, nothing that was so beautiful that would cause anyone to be unable to look away, but in any case, it was comfortable to look at. At the very least, it was not unlikeable.
ThenâŚdoes he like this face?
The screen of her cell phone beside her suddenly lit up. Qiao Qiao unlocked it. It was a text message sent by Song Qiyan. Very concisely, he told Qiao Qiao that the new script was decided. It was a drama set during the time of the Republic of China. Qiao Qiao was the main star and she had also been given the power to choose her partner.
Choose her partner.
Qiao Qiao stared at those words, unable to believe what she saw.
She has been in the industry for two years, always neither popular nor unpopular. Added to how she was also lazy, she only had five to six or so works in a year. With the exception of one or two small series where she was the main star, the rest of the time, she was basically just there to act as the foil. Ignoring how she was just there to act as the foil, Qiao Qiao, of course, was always the one that was being pickedš. But even though Qiao Qiao was the main star in those small series, it was always the company who had the say to who the male actor was and how many there would be. In actuality, with the exception of the top few âHua Kuiâ² in the rankings, small eighteen liner actresses like Qiao Qiao had to act with whomever they were arranged with. There was no room for them to have any say in it.
šTN: Not in the sense that everyone wanted to pick her but rather she did not have the choice to say no type of thing. She was the one that was always in the pool of people that another actor/actress could pick their partners out of.
²TN: The top picks of a brothel. Basically a Oiran in Japanese or the top courtesan.
Afterwards, now that she had slept with Song Qiyan once, she had the power of choice? It really was where one hand handed off the cash and the other hand received the goods; an utterly complete superficial flesh and body type of business.
Qiao Qiao was suddenly furious. She grabbed her phone and started typing heatedly. Internally, she gritted her teeth and thought: You want me to pick someone? Then I really must thank you for this gargantuan golden finger you have given me. If I do not thoroughly use this to its maximum extent, then wouldnât I simply be letting you down?
Qiao Qiao tapped the send button with a âtapâ: I pick Jian Baiyou.
Jian Baiyou.
Tall, short, fat, or skinny? Beautiful or ugly? Qiao Qiao was not interested. All she needed to know was that Jian Baiyou was ranked first in the rankings. Didnât Song Qiyan want her to pick by herself? Then she had to pick one where he probably would not be able to arrange. She absolutely just wanted him to slap his own face.
Qiao Qiao seethingly held her cellphone as she waited for his reply. After waiting a long while, she received Song Qiyanâs words: He refused. Pick another one.
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