Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âSt o p, weâre in your office.â Luosang pushed his chest.
Nian Junting ignored her. No matter what she said, he refused to stop kissing her lips. His hands were busy, too. They were quickly looking for a way into her clothes. However, those hands searched for a while but failed to find an entrance. At last, he finally found an entrance around her lower legs, but then his hands got stuck near her thighs. He tried but couldnât move his hands further upward.
Seeing the anxious look on his face, Luosang burst out in laughter.
âYeah, laugh.â Nian Juntingâs eyes wore an upset look but were also filled with lust. As he prepared to tear her clothes to pieces, Luosangâs phone rang on the chair.
âLet me answer this call,â she attempted to get off the desk.
âItâs just a call. Is it more important than me?â Nian Junting didnât let her. At this time, the private part of his body had been giving him a very uncomfortable feeling. His entire body was ready for sex.
âItâs really important. The voice-acting director that I worked with in Shanghai wants to do a new show with me. We were talking via WeChat just now. I guess heâs calling me now as I didnât reply his messages.â Luosang pushed Nian Junting away and answered the call.
âLuosang, I just talked to the producer. Weâll have dinner at Huilang House tonight and talk about the script,â said Feng Cheng, the voice-acting director.
âSure,â Luosang responded. Next, she ended the call and raised her head to find Nian Junting staring at her in discontent. âArenât you gonna have dinner with me tonight?â he asked.
âI had dinner with you last night.â Luosang looked down and began tidying her clothes.
âNo, Iâm going with you. I heard a manâs voice just now,â said Nian Junting expressionlessly. âYouâre only going to talk about a script, but why will you do it in a fancy place like Huilan House? I think that man is up to something else.â
âItâs because the director is paying for it. The crew is rich, and theyâll pay for dinner.â Luosang showed Feng Chengâs WeChat Moments to Nian Junting. âThis is what the voice-acting director looks like. Are you sure that you want to be jealous of him?â
Nian Junting glanced at her phone. The man on the screen was wearing a pair of glasses and was neither handsome nor ugly. Nian Junting believed that that average-looking man was not even as good as one of his a legs and surely not as charismatic as Chi Shengxu. He was immediately relieved.
âItâs not that I donât want you to go. Youâre not an ordinary man, so Iâm afraid that you might make others feel stressed,â said Luosang.
âThatâs true. But I only want to know about my girlfriendâs work. That is not wrong, is it?â asked Nian Junting with concern.
Luosang hesitated for a short while, then nodded. It was reasonable for a couple to get to know about each otherâs work.
At half-past six, Nian Junting parked his car in Huilan Houseâs parking lot. Luosang unfastened her seatbelt, saying, âLater, whatever you hear, donât be surprised and donât say anything. Also, you canât tell anyone about the content of our conversation.â
Nian Junting was so confused. âDo you have to make it sound like a central committee meeting?â
âEvery industry has its own secrets. You donât understand now, but you will later,â said Luosang.
They walked into a VIP room on the third floor. Feng Cheng was already there. He politely shook Nian Juntingâs hand and said, âMr. Nian, Iâd have booked a luxury room if I had known that youâd be here.â Feng Cheng had known about the relationship between Luosang and Nian Junting. Earlier in Shanghai, Nian Juntingâs assistant had called him every day to ask about Luosang, but he never told Luosang about that.
âItâs alright. Iâm here to keep my girlfriend company today. You should ignore me and talk about whatever you want to. Also, you donât have to introduce me to the director later. Just act natural.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
How dare we ignore you? Feng Cheng thought.