Qi Ting sat in the backseat of the Buick GL8 nanny car, enjoying the vehicle that could accelerate to a maximum speed of 200 kiloters per hour as steady as an old dog.
But at this mont, sitting in the backseat of the GL8, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
She had always been fearless, never flinching while speeding in a car, but as they say, there is a counter for every wild. The person she feared the most was her master Wen Yun, and the other was Lin Wanzhou.
During her four years as an assistant, when she had just started the job, Wen Yun was already ntoring Lin Wanzhou. Back then, the eighteen-year-old Lin Wanzhou was even more silent and reticent, eerily quiet.
Sotis, she would sit there all day long and not say a word, like a delicate human-shaped puppet.
Even now, Qi Ting could still rember the days when she first spent ti alone with Lin Wanzhou, the silence unbearable, making her afraid to even make a sound.
She even slowed her breathing, unconsciously turned off the keyboard sounds on her phone, and unless necessary, kept the ringtone to the lowest possible volu.
Initially, Qi Ting thought the young lady might have a ntal illness, which scared her quite a bit.
Later on, Wen Yun briefly ntioned sothing to her without going into detail. Reading between the lines, it was a complaint against her mother, and in the end, she even muttered the word "karma."
Lin Wanzhou's mother was nad Guan Jin, whom Qi Ting had seen once. She was skeletal, with hollow eyes and a fierce tone when scolding soone.
Lin Wanzhou went on stage with a high fever and unusually sang out of tune. Madam Guan, sparing no effort, approached Lin Wanzhou, who looked like a withered green onion from her illness, and slapped her viciously. The severity of the slap left Qi Ting speechless, almost unable to resist calling the police.
Wen Yun didn't allow it, and after Madam Guan delivered that slap, she started crying uncontrollably while holding the burning hot Lin Wanzhou, as if trying to cry out all the tears of her life.
She only rembers how heartbroken Madam Guan seed then, as if she wasn't the one who had administered the slap, while the Lin Wanzhou in her arms had a numb expression.
Qi Ting witnessed such a shocking scene for the first ti, and it left a lasting impression on her young self.
Karma indeed was real; the next ti Qi Ting saw Guan Jin was at her funeral two years later. Lin Wanzhou held Madam Guan's black and white portrait, standing among relatives, her expression wooden and lost.
During that ti, the thing Qi Ting feared the most was being with Lin Wanzhou. She didn't know how Lin Wanzhou managed to adjust, but miraculously, she didn't miss any performances or work.
After Madam Guan's death, her stories gradually reached Qi Ting through Wen Yun, mostly fragnted narrations.
Through a fascination with gossip, Qi Ting managed to piece together the truth bit by bit, roughly assembling the trajectory of Lin Wanzhou's growth.
Madam Guan was once a sowhat famous singer in Xin Zhou City, who gave up her career for love when she was young but was constantly quarreling due to her strong controlling nature.
After one such argunt, Lin's father stord out on a rainy night and got into a fatal car accident. This was kept a secret from Lin Wanzhou, who was then sent to live with relatives in the countryside.
When Guan Jin was diagnosed with cancer, she sold all her property and brought her only daughter back from the countryside. She frenziedly invested money, enrolling her in the best schools with the best teachers, all for the sake of becoming a singer.
It was around that ti that Wen Yun took notice of Lin Wanzhou, taking her under her wing to cultivate her talent, reportedly even signing a bet agreent with Madam Guan.
Qi Ting never saw the agreent, but based on what Wen Yun said, it seed she had won.
Lin Wanzhou was born with perfect pitch, a charming appearance, solid fundantals, and remarkable talent. With years of effort and Wen Yun's careful planning, she successfully debuted.
And just last year, she successfully defeated Pei Muchan, securing the title of young diva, a position she still holds to this day.
Back then, Qi Ting was too busy with her work to give it much thought. She vaguely rembers that it seed like it was during those two years after Madam Guan's death that Lin Wanzhou began to gradually co alive.
Sotis she would be seen holding a cell phone, engrossed in who knows what, slowly erging. Her personality gradually normalized, and she beca more cheerful.
Even so, Qi Ting still felt scared seeing Lin Wanzhou's silent deanor, which had even frightened her enough to leave a shadow on the child.
"Sis... say sothing, I'm scared."
"Yeah, it's okay, it's not your fault." Lin Wanzhou reached out and touched Qi Ting's head, "I'm not blaming you, you did very well."
Hearing this, Qi Ting felt even more uneasy. In movies, this kind of line usually ant she would be jumping into the sea to feed the fishes by now.
After a long while, seeing that Lin Wanzhou truly wasn't blaming her and was still typing with her head down, Qi Ting slowly approached again.
"Sister Zhou Zhou, give a chance to make it up to you; otherwise, I'll feel really guilty."
Lin Wanzhou hesitated for a mont, then responded.
"Okay."
Having said that, she turned her phone screen towards Qi Ting and asked sowhat bluntly,
"Ting Ting, how should I start the conversation with him?"
Qi Ting, looking at the screen which only had "Xu" noted down, felt sowhat dazed. She suddenly rembered that during Sister Zhou Zhou's birthday party, so asshole actor had made trouble, and in the end, Sister Zhou Zhou probably didn't get to et her crush.
Damn it, that guy really was an asshole! What was his na, Bai... forgot it, fuck his mother.
"Sure, I'm the best at this!" Qi. Clown. Ting patted her chest and volunteered eagerly, "Your Majesty, your servant has a strategy..."
.....
At the dining table, Xu Qingyan was scoring the present guests (on a scale of ten) as required by the staff and sending 'heart-fluttering' ssages to the female guests he fancied.
He had initially planned to give everyone zero points, but then thought it too clownish and decided to be normal.
So he gave Shen Jinyue one point, Pei Muchan ten points, and nine points to everyone else.
No sooner had he finished scoring than Shen Jinyue burst into outrage!
"Ah! Xu Qingyan, you're such a dead man! Why did you only give one point!!! And you're hiding it, I saw it, you're still hiding it!!!"
"You must be seeing things. I gave you ten points," Xu Qingyan said with all seriousness, while simultaneously editing a 'heart-fluttering' ssage to Pei Muchan.
"No way!" Shen Jinyue stood up, her little waterlon face just two fingers away from Xu Qingyan's, "Unless you show !"
"Liars have to swallow a thousand needles!!!"
"Huh? You're using a Neon custom to bind , a native of Sumr Country?" Xu Qingyan looked unimpressed, "In our village, lying just makes you lose ten thousand yuan."
"Then lose ten thousand yuan!"
Xu Qingyan turned around calmly, smiling.
"Sorry, I can't scrape up three hundred on , Shen Jinyue, don't you have ten thousand?"
"Invalid! Bounces back!" Shen Jinyue was so angry she itched to rip Xu Qingyan apart, her gestures feral, as if ready to tear him to shreds, "You're such a shaless person!"
Xu Qingyan humd a nonchalant agreent, then used the show crew's cucumber-colored phone to send a line to Pei Muchan.
"The little yellow flowers of your story have been drifting since the year you were born, the childhood swings sway with the mories right up to the present."
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