On the phone, Wen Yun felt sowhat conflicted.
Out of her professional duty as an agent, she instinctively wanted to make a good connection with Xu Qingyan. Yet she feared that Lin Wanzhou, in a mont of rashness, might mistake polite conversation for flirtation due to the overwhelming enthusiasm.
"Sigh," she let out a soft sigh, "Zhouzhou, just forward his contact information to ."
"Don't want to."
Wen Yun: "......."
This buff is stacking too high, an old-fashioned first love, and so many years later, still untwisted and talented. Apart from being a bit poor, there seems to be no other flaws.
Being able to write songs, being a bit poor actually isn't a big deal... but I fear 'Jiang Lang has exhausted his creativity,' and also fear that he might be suitable for friendship but not for romance.
"It's about a collaboration, are you going to discuss it yourself?"
"... Oh."
The living room.
Xu Qingyan received a reminder from Lin Wanzhou, telling him Wen Yun would contact him later. He had just replied okay when Zhou Mian also sent him a ssage, filled with exclamation marks.
"Such a loss, a potential cp with watchability gone!!!"
"Fortunately, it's only two days left, hoping nothing else unexpected occurs!!!"
"This storm is hitting us, so I don't know how we'll shoot today. But the typhoon will pass by tomorrow, and for the last day or two, the impact should be minimal."
Outside, the torrential rain hadn't ceased, making the air feel sowhat suffocating.
"There won't be any new guests arriving, right?" he asked via text.
"Bro, you're joking, right? Where do you find people during a typhoon?" Zhou Mian replied quickly, "Director Chen said to just shoot what we can, missing one person doesn't affect much."
With Chen Feiyu's incident in the morning, paired with the storm, proper filming was definitely off the table.
So the filming crew began to shoot sporadically, following the contestants wherever they went. The entire Love House seed to be in a state of semi-chaos, with Nian Shuyu, now vacant, becoming the new target of everyone's interest.
The audience enjoyed their popcorn monts even more when they saw drama unfold. Many netizens empathized with Nian Shuyu, and as they watched the male guests co forward to console her, they also expressed their thrill.
It seed like a loss for the production team, but in essence, they didn't lose much. Missing Chen Feiyu, under the guise of redemption, they could still bring about a new couple.
Xu Qingyan couldn't just sit around idly, so he aimlessly wandered around the Love House, andering from the first floor to the third floor without purpose. The director had asked them to write letters of affection, to be read around the stove in the afternoon.
The other guests reacted differently, but he was truly troubled.
Who should he write to?
If he wrote two, it would be the end of him—then it wouldn't be a reading around the stove, but rather a reading around his corpse.
On the third-floor open-air balcony, large raindrops pattered loudly against the glass ceiling; the flowers on the rack had fallen, leaving only a row of bare wooden fras.
Shouts ca from downstairs as the green trees in front of the Love House had their branches snapped off, strewn ssily on the ground.
With two buzzes, Xu Qingyan looked down at his phone.
Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou had sent him ssages at the sa ti; Pei was in his room writing a letter of affection, asking what he'd like to hear in the afternoon. Lin asked where he was, wanting to chat with him.
Xu Qingyan looked up at the pouring rain, his heart filled with both shock and fear.
Thinking about what to do in the afternoon, he felt he wouldn't be able to write a single word. Yesterday, by diving he had managed to trap You Zijun while inadvertently trapping himself as well, but he'd dodged a bullet.
Now how to dodge this? Not to write? That would just be toying with people, which definitely wouldn't do.
If he couldn't avoid it, there was almost no need to think, he would certainly have to write to Pei Muchan. That ant he couldn't write to Lin Wanzhou, making things a bit more tricky to handle.
Offering a glass of water was rely a joke—he always treated people with sincerity. But his current situation was indeed a bit special, forcing him to balance the relationships between two benefactors.
Offending either side would be a loss for Xu Qingyan.
Adults' world isn't just about love and flirtation; sotis, you have to thoughtfully consider the intersecting interests of both parties and not be too impulsive.
Island sumrs are rainy, and typhoon days even more so.
Xu Qingyan, while replying to ssages, surveyed the spacious glass balcony that was bisected and thought about waiting here for Lin Wanzhou. If he couldn't write to her in the afternoon, better to clear things up early.
If there's an issue you can't resolve, then be sincere to others.
In the room, Pei Muchan was biting her pen, hunched over writing a letter, with her phone lit up beside her, stopped at the chat with Xu Qingyan. Her snowy skin contrasted her black hair, tied up in a bun, and her troubled expression was like smoke writhing around the willows.
As she pondered, she received his reply.
"You can write: 'You've discovered a little move guys can't refuse—when you pass by a guy, secretly slip a ten thousand yuan note into his pocket.'"
Pei Muchan's lips curled into a smile, and she transferred him two hundred and fifty yuan.
Xu Qingyan accepted it without any burden; gold would always end up spent by him. This damned life, not a single gear of fate had turned, but the chains of life were already dropping off.
Having a rich lady friend who transfers money to you at the drop of a hat is indeed a stroke of luck in life.
"Write whatever you want, I'm okay with all of it," Xu Qingyan replied, "but I won't tell you what I'm going to write to you this afternoon."
"You haven't really thought of anything, have you?" Pei Muchan responded quickly.
Xu Qingyan, sweating profusely, typed furiously, "Curiosity killed the cat, you'd better retract your last ssage."
"I certainly will not."
The chat ended there, Xu Qingyan exited the chat screen with Pei Muchan, and sent a WeChat ssage telling Lin Wanzhou that he was on the third floor in the glass conservatory balcony area.
As soon as he exited, he suddenly realized that he had missed a ssage from Shen Jinyue.
Looking at the ti, it was sent fifteen minutes ago.
Shen Jinyue: "Hello, hello!! Guess who I'm going to write a letter to this afternoon."
"Try to guess!"
"?????"
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"You're not replying to my ssages! Xu Qingyan, you're really sothing! I'll bite you to death!"
He glanced at the phone screen, not at all flustered, even feeling a bit amused. Tap, tap, tap, he started to reply leisurely with an exceedingly cocky tone.
"It's normal for not to reply, which garbage collector isn't busy?"
The other party is typing....
Shen Jinyue: "Hmph, don't think I don't know, if you're not replying to , you must be replying to soone else."
"Indeed, that's the case."
"You!!! How can you do this?"
"What about it? I type fast; it's not like I can't handle chatting," Xu Qingyan, without any sense of guilt, "Next ti I send out a mass ssage, I will definitely include you."
"Go die, Xu Qingyan, you weren't like this before! (clenched little fists) (eyelashes whirring like fan blades) (about to cry)" Shen Jinyue was frantic yet helpless, desperately sending ssages to disturb him.
"Stop it, or I'll delete you if you keep going crazy."
"Fine. (teary eyes) (delicate little hands crawling twisted on the ground)"
Xu Qingyan straightaway swiped out of the chat and saw that Lin Wanzhou had replied with an "Okay," five minutes ago. There was a noise from the stairwell, faintly the sound of footsteps.
Rain pattered and smacked against the glass roof, and the sound from that end didn't seem very distinct.
With an outline already roughly ford in his mind, even though he had a good idea of what to say, he was still nervous. He didn't even look toward the staircase; his gaze, as if compelled by so demon, wandered into the midst of the heavy rain.
In the typhoon weather, the downpour is not likely to stop anyti soon.
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