Translator: Yunyi
After leaving a meaningful sentence, Song Jingwan closed the car window and her face sank.
Qin Han frowned. âWhatâs wrong? Whereâs your contract? Let me see, it hasnât been signed yet, right? Iâll get our lawyer to see it before you sign it, in case there are any trapsâ¦â
âI lost the role.â
Song Jingwan turned her head and looked at the scenery outside the window.
âWhat? How could that beâ¦â
Qin Han was surprised. âDidnât Director Zou already confirm that youâre the female lead? Moreover, Mr. Song is an investor. Even if Director Zou were to replace someone, it wouldnât be you.â
He was puzzled.
Logically speaking, Song Jingwanâs family background was not bad.
As long as she didnât cause trouble, everything should run smoothly for her. It was only a matter of time before she reached the top.
All she lacked was a hot and explosive drama.
And Dream of Return was the key to whether she could advance.
âDonât be anxious. Iâll call Director Zou right now and ask him about the situation.â As Qin Han spoke, he took out his phone. A small white hand reached out and stopped him.
âThereâs no need.â
Song Jingwanâs expression was cold. âItâs useless. Donât humiliate yourself. Go back.â
âButââ
Qin Han let out a deep sigh. From Song Jingwanâs expression, he knew that she was serious.
Thinking about it, her personality was becoming more and more unpredictable. Qin Han could no longer see clearly what she was thinking.
After Song Yaoyao finished her work, she was dragged by Tang Xinrou to the karaoke.
Of course, they werenât going to a normal place. Instead, they were going to a private entertainment club that was a well-kept secret.
At first, Song Yaoyao didnât want to go. But in the end, she couldnât resist Tang Xinrouâs pressure and said, âYour Gege isnât home anyway. Itâs okay to stay a little late! Think about it, how can there be a business
meeting without drinking? What if Mr. Huoââ
Xu Yue glared at her, but it was already too late.
Song Yaoyao scowled and snorted, âHe wouldnât dare!â
Even though she said this, Song Yaoyao still ended up going in the end.
They were a group of young girls, so they quickly lost track of time.
Song Yaoyaoâs alcohol tolerance was only one glass. Tang Xinrou specifically ordered a sweet cocktail for her, with the strawberry flavor that Song Yaoyao loved.
The young girlâs face was red, like the thick clouds in the sky.
She narrowed her eyes and curled up on the leather sofa, holding a wine bottle and giggling.
Her soft and fluffy hair draped over her shoulders, and her eyelashes fluttered like a fan. Her pupils seemed to be twinkling like little stars, and they looked especially beautiful.
Xu Yue looked at Tang Xinrou, who was yelling uncontrollably and then at the cute and soft Song Yaoyao. She couldnât help but hold her forehead.
She simply turned away for a little while. How did these two end up so drunk?
âYaoyao, who am I?â
Song Yaoyao shook her head and felt that her throat was dry. She held the bottle of wine and took a gulp. She tilted her head and looked into Xu Yueâs eyes.
Her eyes were misty and filled with confusion.
âWho are you?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Xu Yue: ââ¦â
It seemed like she was really drunk.
âDonât drink anymore, be good.â
She struggled to snatch the bottle from Song Yaoyaoâs hands. Although the little girl was especially petite, her hands were extremely strong.
Xu Yue had just heaved a sigh of relief when she turned her head and saw Tang Xinrou open a bottle of wine and gulp it down. Perhaps, she was thirsty from singing.
Butâ¦this bottle had the highest alcohol content!
Her eyelids twitched as she gritted her teeth and dialed a number.
âAn Feiran! If you donât f*cking pick up your girlfriend, Iâll throw her out on the street and let people pick up her corpse!â
After saying that, she hung up the phone angrily and rushed in front of Tang Xinrou in a few steps, violently snatching the wine bottle away.
âWait till you sober up!â
She was once a respected Big Sis, now she was reduced to a nanny.
Xu Yue never dreamed of this situation..