The elevator in the apartment complex requires an access card. Xu Qingyan hung up the phone and timed his move to meet someone.
It was now eight oâclock, and he needed to head to the studio by nine.
Pei Muchan had work to deal with, and he planned to swing by and leave quickly. He had agreed to meet with Lin Wanzhou in the morning to record âDÃ oxiÄngâ and estimated it would take all day.
A car gradually approached the entrance of the underground garage, and in the driverâs seat with a mask on was Pei Muchan, whose pale skin and gentle eyes could be seen through the windshield.
After parking, she pulled down her mask, revealing slightly reddened eyes.
âHave you been crying?â he asked.
Pei Muchan: â⦠Can you ever say anything normal?â
âAlright, letâs go, and talk upstairs.â Xu Qingyan took out his elevator card and flashed it in front of her, âKnowing youâd come, I bought an extra breakfast.â
With a click, the door opened, and when he left, there was no light on the balcony, the curtains fluttering in the wind. The room was a bit dark, so Xu Qingyan turned on the lights as a matter of course.
âTake a seat wherever you like, Iâll get you breakfast.â
âOkay.â
Pei Muchan lifted her eyes slightly; the living room was clean, as if seldom used. The doors of the three rooms were open, and without much furniture, they seemed empty.
One room housed a computer, with a slightly cluttered desktop.
She withdrew her gaze and sat down on the sofa.
Xu Qingyan came back wearing an unbuttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up, carrying a cup of warmed soy milk. The two of them had breakfast across the table from each other, neither starting the conversation.
They were used to each otherâs company, and even if they just bowed their heads and scrolled through their phones without speaking, it wasnât awkward.
The sofa was close to the balcony, and the sound of rain on the railing could be heard. It wasnât oppressive, slightly crisp, and Pei Muchan suddenly set down her soy milk and said with a raised gaze.
âWill this thing turn into a big problem?â
âNo.â Xu Qingyan almost guessed what she meant by âhaving something to sayâ on the phone, âIf you donât want trouble, just stay in and donât become famous.â
Upon hearing this, Pei Muchan pursed her lips; she was barefaced but still looked as if she was wearing makeup. Her phoenix eyes were dull at the moment, her skin white like porcelain.
It seemed that the heavens always favored beautiful people, their lips naturally rosy without any lipstick.
Xu Qingyan took a few more glances, and when his eyes were caught, he coughed awkwardly.
âDid you do your makeup?â
âNo.â She shook her head.@@novelbin@@
This interruption somehow made it tough for her to speak again. She hesitated repeatedly but ended up not asking, merely sharing a breakfast with Xu Qingyan.
âDonât worry about me; Iâm not as fragile as you think.â Xu Qingyan moved closer, both of them sitting on the same sofa, with a slight distance between them.
âI just have to deal with those assholes in the show crew. Iâve had my eye on them for a long time. From start to finish, theyâre the only ones in the wrong.â
âInstead of doubting yourself, you should deny others. Those who are bullied and dare not speak out are not strong enough, not famous enough, but you are different.â
Pei Muchan turned her head and glanced at him, her voice lukewarm.
âIâm not much of a name either.â
âBut you have me; becoming famous is just a matter of time,â he said, âBeing patient will only make you angrier over time, and stepping back will only make you feel more wronged. When youâre in the right, you have to be relentless.â
âWhoever bullies you, just hit back hard. Let them realize the world does have bad people. If everyone were kind, who would deal with the bad ones?â
âYou always like to talk nonsense, and I can never win against you.â Pei Muchan pursed her lips and looked down, âI just feel like Iâve caused you trouble.â
âYouâre always helping me; it seems like thereâs nothing left I can offer you.â
At her words, Xu Qingyan was slightly stunned.
The living room suddenly fell silent. Pei Muchan was puzzled, wondering why he wasnât speaking. When she turned her head slightly, she met Xu Qingyanâs piercing gaze.
Unabashed and sincere, she could feel his gaze roaming over her face. Sharp as a thread, ready to invade her eyes without hesitation.
Neither moved as the room stayed quiet, maintaining their intense eye contact.
Beneath them, this empty house seemed to have someone fanning red-hot coals, the atmosphere inadvertently heating up. In the unremarkable living room, a striking hue suddenly prevailed.
A dog barked a few times in the corridor, instantly annoying.
Buzz buzz buzz, Xu Qingyanâs phone rang.
He snapped back to reality, shifting his gaze away from Pei Muchanâs face, his heart skipping a beat uncontrollably. It seemed like the son was more important than the dad, rightfully putting him in his place.
He hadnât wanted to answer the call at such a critical moment, but the caller ID showed Lin Chuan. He was about to swipe it away when he paused, giving her a heads-up.
âFrom Lin Chuan, Iâll take this.â
âOkay.â
They were close enough that Lin Chuanâs voice was distinctly audible after the call was answered.
âBrother Xu, good news.â
âYou got some?â
â⦠What the hell!â Lin Chuan was taken aback, his brain freezing for a few seconds before saying, âNot mine, your good news. Didnât I mention something to you yesterday?â
Mention something?
Xu Qingyan shook his head, dispersing the cool fragrance on the tip of his nose. His mind started to actively search, recalling something about his teacher Hou Xueheng, a recommendationâ¦
âHou teacher recommended me for an MV?â
âThatâs right, after he mentioned you in the group, some bigwig saw it and really liked it.â Lin Chuanâs words were vague, âHou teacher plans to take you to meet them soon.â
ââ¦Ah?â
Xu Qingyan was taken aback, glancing over at Pei Muchan, who also wore a look of disbelief. As they exchanged glances, surprise shone in their eyes.
âWhat leader? Can you give us a hint?â
âCanât say, Brother Xu, donât be nervous,â Lin Chuan comforted from the other end of the phone, âItâs just a meeting, probably the leader just wants to hear your ideas about making MVs.â