Qin Keâs room is an suite.
After passing through the small living room, which is used for guests, the bedroom with a double bed is just inside.
Itâs as tidy as his home, with everything heâs ever used sorted properly into its respective place. Thereâs a spread-out script and a bottle of water on the coffee table in the living room, but other than that, thereâs no extra stuff.
Qin Ke pushed the suitcase into the bedroom, turned his face sideways and asked, âAre you going to take a shower first?â
Song Yunran was still a bit dazed, so he obediently grabbed his toiletries and went into the bathroom.
The hot water washed away the exhaustion of the long journey, and restored his sanity from the horror of the standing ticket.
There was only one double bed in this room.
The living room sofa looked no more than one meter long at most, and neither he nor Qin Ke would be able to sleep on it.
Soâ¦
So tonight he will be sharing a bed with Qin Ke?
Song Yunranâs heart thumped, feeling remorseful.
I donât know how I could have agreed to this.
But now that heâs finished with the shower, it seems like a bit of a hassle to ask Assistant Tang to find another hotel to stay at.
He was caught between a rock and a hard place. He was afraid that Qin Ke would get aggressive in the middle of the night, but he didnât want to seem too squeamish.
Could this be part of Qin Keâs plan?
As expected of a protagonist in a book, a true master of manipulating peopleâs hearts!
In the night when the rain is pouring down, the two men are alone in the same room.
According to Qin Keâs love brain, he probably thought it would be a good day to confess his love.
Maybe if he opened the bathroom door right now, he would see Qin Ke posing outside in a flirtatious manner.
Song Yunran sneered in disdain at this thought.
Just wait, when I open the bathroom door, Iâm going to ruin all those fantasies of yours personally!
After clearing his head, he didnât hesitate to open the door and walked out with a proud smile.
He then saw Qin Ke sitting on the sofa, looking down at the script in his hand.
He looked like a professional actor.
The scene Song Yunran had envisioned did not happen, and he was somewhat lost inexplicably.
He walked over and sat down, thinking about it and said tentatively, âItâs already past nine oâclock, are you going to keep reading the script tonight?â
âHmm?â
Qin Ke lifted his thin eyelids, thinking that Xiao Song was about to take a significant step forward, and asked rhetorically, âWhat do you want me to do with you?â
Song Yunran was hit with a boomerang to the chest. His face went almost red, what a way to talk, what to do, what to do â¦â¦ What do you mean what to do â¦â¦ Thatâs a strange thing to say.
He used a bath towel to shield his face as he pretended to wipe his hair, âI just wanted to see if you were serious about your work!â
Qin Ke laughed a little, his eyes paused when they landed on a few strands of moist black hair on the back of of his neck, and quickly withdrew without leaving a trace: âIf youâre sleepy, go to bed first, while Assistant Tang and I go check on Zhong Xiaofeng?â
âIâll go too.â Song Yunran finally remembered that there was still this important matter.
Qin Ke said, âToo many people at once, what if he gets stressed out again.â
Song Yunran: âThen ask Assistant Tang not to go, he has no sense of friendliness with that face. I suspect Zhong Xiaofeng was scared away by him.â
Qin Ke was quiet for a few seconds: âAre you sure you donât want to sleep?â
âNo, I was just too tired from the train earlier, Iâm almost better off now.â
Song Yunran tossed the towel aside and said with his hair in a mess, âItâs only been a day without sleep, whatâs the big deal? Or are you already losing your energy at a young age? Ah this, maybe the company should send you some supplements?â
He said with a distinctly elevated tone, revealing a mixture of doubt and disdain.
Qin Ke looked at him calmly and did not say anything.
ââ¦â¦â
Song Yunranâs heart went weak from this glance, lest Qin Ke prove it to him on the spot. He hurriedly grabbed the phone next to him and sent a message to Assistant Tang, then urged, âWhat are you looking at, hurry up and go!â
Meanwhile, downstairs in the room.
Assistant Tang, who was planning to go upstairs, gave a pause in his steps and looked at his phone, â Xiao Song always told me not to go, saying that it would be fine if he and Qin Ke showed up.â
âHissâ¦â Xiao Ke hesitantly said with a piece of crisp in his mouth, âAssistant Tang, I have a question, can you help me with the advice?â
âGo ahead.â
â According to reason, todayâs incident, Qin Ke, as an artist, will just stop Zhong Xiaofeng, right? Donât look at him like this, heâs actually quite tired from filming this time, itâs hard to get a day off, why would he want to help Xiao Song with his work?â
Assistant Tang pushed his glasses: âZhong Xiaofeng is the person he introduced to the company, shouldnât he be responsible for the aftermath if something goes wrong?â
Xiao Ke turned his head, âIs that all?â
But why did he feel as if it wasnât that simple.
âOf course thatâs all.â
Assistant Tang looked up and criticized in a deep voice, âDonât think about it, if you really have nothing to do, enroll in a training course to improve yourself.â
Xiao Ke: ââ¦â¦?â
Assistant Tangâs face was sullen: âOr watch out for your year-end bonus.â
Song Yunran did not expect to see Fang Zhou again.
Whatâs more, he didnât expect that Fang Zhou would greet with great excitement when he saw him again after a long time.
âXiao Song, long time no see!â
Fang Zhou enthusiastically held his hands and shook them up and down, âHow have you been?â
Song Yunranâs head was full of confusion and his first reaction was to look at Fang Zhouâs trouser pockets.
Fang Zhou hurriedly explained, âMy mobile phone is on the TV cabinet, I didnât turn on the recording.â
ââ¦Oh, you know what to do.â
Song Yunran still didnât understand why the other party was so enthusiastic.
When he was confused, Qin Ke, who was next to him, spoke coldly, âHave you finished greeting?â
âAh yes, letâs get down to business.â
Only then did Fang Zhou react, let go of Song Yunranâs hand and sat back down in his previous seat.
Song Yunran and Qin Ke also sat down, and the two of them involuntarily looked at the Xinghe on the Run screenwriter.
When Zhong Xiaofeng saw that it was Song Yunran and not Assistant Tang, his fear of being scolded eased a little. He lifted his head and smiled shyly.
Curious about what Fang Zhou could advise, Song Yunran said, âYou guys continue?â
âYes.â Fang Zhou asked, âWhere was I?â
Zhong Xiaofeng thoughtfully reminded, âIt was about you breaking your contract with Xinghe.â
Song Yunran: âWhat??â
How long has this been going on, what were you two up to before?
Fang Zhou bent down and propped his elbows on his knees, taking the stance of a long conversation, âAfter I left Xinghe, I thought that my chance to make it big had come. At that moment, it was as if I saw a bright future beckoning to me, but to my surprise, what came was just another low point. Do you know what happened to me?â
âOh? What was it?â Zhong Xiaofeng asked.
Fang Zhou: âThe new company treated me very well and gave me a direct male lead in an urban drama.â
Zhong Xiaofeng: âThatâs a good thing.â
Fang Zhou: âBut I never thought that on the first day I joined the set, I would be scolded by the director.â
Zhong Xiaofeng: âWhy did he scold you?â
Fang Zhou: âThe director didnât like my performance as the boss, it didnât have the same style as a boss.â
Zhong Xiaofeng: âOuch, thatâs not a good comment.â
Song Yunran: ââ¦â¦â
He turned his face sideways to look at Qin Ke, just as Qin Ke also raised his eyes to look over, and the same speechlessness passed through their eyes.
At that moment, Song Yunran realized.
In this room, only he and Qin Ke were normal human beings with normal IQ.
âCan you two stop the comedy?â He impatiently knocked on the armrest, âGet to the point.â
Xiao Song had given the word, and Fang Zhou dared not disobey.
He hurriedly sped up his speech and said in one breath, âAnyway, it ended up being delayed for several days, and the investor was not happy about it and kicked me out of the production straight away. My agent, who didnât know what to think, forced me to sign a new contract and shoved me into the current crew.â
Zhong Xiaofengâs heart trembled as he listened, and felt even more empathy with Fang Zhou: âBrother, it turns out that like me, you were also put into a position that you werenât suited for.â
He clenched his wrist and shook his head with a sigh, âSo youâre trying to tell me that I ought to know better than to quit?â
âWhatâs the rush, just hear me out.â
Fang Zhou continued, âThe drama weâre shooting is called âThe Story of Shuisheng Townâ, to put it bluntly, itâs just a country drama. When I first came here, I remembered what Xiao Song had said at the beginning, and I was particularly unconvinced. Who knew that after a month of filming, guess what happened?â
Song Yunran subconsciously answered, âWhat happened?â
As soon as the words left his mouth, he choked.
How come Iâve become like Zhong Xiaofeng, a comedian? Thereâs something about this person, Fang Zhou.
Fang Zhou smiled coyly and turned his head to look at him, â Xiao Song, I found out that you were right. I am suitable for playing country dramas. Ever since I came to this cast, the director and producer have praised me every day, and the praise Iâve received in my five years as an actor combined is not as much as what Iâve heard in this month.â
Song Yunran couldnât help but freeze.
Although he had initially thought that Fang Zhou should have taken a different route, he hadnât expected the results to be so effective.
Fang Zhou turned his head to Zhong Xiaofeng and said, âI used to look sad when I arrived on set, but now itâs different, I especially look forward to going to the shoot every day. So you see, since Xiao Song is optimistic about you, it proves that you do have such strength.â
Pausing for half a beat, he added aloud, âYou may not believe in yourself, but you must always believe in Xiao Song!â
Zhong Xiaofeng shook violently, as if his soul had been washed by this voice, and looked over in a daze of enlightenment.
Song Yunranâs scalp tingled as he was stared at by these two, and he subconsciously turned to look at Qin Ke, trying to share the embarrassment of this awkward moment with him.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he ran into Qin Keâs eyes which had a teasing smile.
What are you smiling at?
Song Yunran was bursting with shame and blinked frantically to signal Qin Ke to save him.
Luckily, Qin Ke had a clear conscience and after a few seconds of silence, he asked Zhong Xiaofeng, âDo you still want to escape?â
âNo.â Zhong Xiaofeng puffed up his chest, âI canât let down the expectations that Xiao Song has placed on me!â
âFine, fine, fine.â
Song Yunran couldnât stand the inexplicable chicken blood atmosphere, and without even noticing it himself, he pulled Qin Keâs hand, âThen you two continue with the comedy, weâll leave first.â
Rushing back to the room across the hall with a flurry of energy, Song Yunran patted his chest with a lingering fear, âFang Zhou is horrible, is he deliberately playing me?â
Qin Ke locked the door behind him and commented, âI think heâs quite genuine, besides heâs not wrong.â
It was just that the expression was slightly pompous.
Somehow, Qin Keâs bland, low voice sounded extraordinarily convincing.
Song Yunran was able to do it once again.
He raised his chin and said proudly, âOf course, knowing the right people is the basic requirement to be a president. If I donât even have this ability, how can I manage a company as big as Xinghe.â
Qin Ke held back his laughter, not reminding him that Xinghe was not a big company.
Seeing that he didnât say anything, Song Yunran immediately became dissatisfied, âWhy donât you say anything? After watching that scene just now, donât you think Iâm particularly impressive?â
âAwesome.â
Qin Ke lowered his eyelashes, with a serious tone, âThen may I ask the impressive Xiao Song, can you let go of me now?â
Song Yunran was stunned, and only then did he realise that his paws were still clutching Qin Keâs wrist.
He cleared his throat and let go of his hand while not forgetting to coldly hum, âI just accidentally forgot, itâs not like Iâm holding onto you on purpose.â
Petty ba*tard.
He spat in his mind as he walked towards the bedroom, whatâs wrong with letting your dad hold it.
Didnât you ever see the big-head son when you were a kid, or remember the theme song.
You cannot just grab your wrist and get so excited that you canât help yourself.
Song Yunranâs footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he turned around, he saw Qin Ke taking out his pajamas from the wardrobe, seemingly ready to take a shower.
The main character likes to take a cold shower when he cannot help himself.
Song Yunran sighed and looked at his sinful right hand, how can you cause trouble again?
When Qin Ke came out of the shower, Song Yunran was getting ready to go to bed.
He thought about it for a moment and decided to say something unpleasant up front, âIâm very demanding about my sleeping environment.â
âI remember, you said that.â Qin Ke said back.
Song Yunran went under the blanket, and soon revealed his head again, âThen donât move your hands and feet when you sleep at night.â
After tossing and turning for most of the day, Qin Ke was also sleepy.
He turned off the light in the room, and as he lay back down, he replied rather helplessly, âGot it, good night.â
âGood night.â
The field of vision fell into pitch black.
Song Yunran cautiously slowed down his movements, tossing and turning a few times before finally deciding to turn his back on Qin Ke.
When vision wasnât working, hearing became extraordinarily sensitive.
The sound of the manâs steady breathing came from behind him softly, like some kind of unknown lurking in the shadows, tantalizing his imagination to no end.
At this moment, Song Yunran realized that the 1.8 meter bed was not big at all, as if Qin Ke only needed to stretch out his hand and it would reach his shoulders.
But the good news is that Qin Ke seemed to have fallen asleep.
Song Yunran finally put his mind at ease and rolled over to face Qin Ke again, blinking his eyes a few times as he slowly fell into sleep.
It wasnât long before the âsleepingâ Qin Ke opened his eyes in the darkness.
He really didnât know where Song Yunran got the energy to toss and turn in bed for half a day after a sleepless night.
The light was getting to his eyes, and his vision was getting used to it.
Qin Ke turned his face sideways and traced Song Yunranâs silhouette in the night with his gaze.
The messy forehead hair blocked his normally bright and clear eyes, and the pulled up quilt covered his chin and lips, leaving only a high nose exposed for people to admire.
There was something inexplicably good about the way he looked.
However, the sleepy Song Yunran suddenly kicked open the blanket. Then, with a âsnapâ, he put his legs on Qin Keâs waist.
Qin Ke: ââ¦â¦â
He sat up, put Song Yunranâs leg back and laid down again.
In a few seconds, Song Yunran put his leg on his waist again.
And this time, without waiting for Qin Ke to act, he intensified his efforts by extending his arms over as well.
The scent of the hotelâs shower gel lingered between his nostrils, causing Qin Keâs movements to freeze for a moment.
He was tempted to wake the man up and ask, âWho the hell is doing this while sleeping?â
In the end, he could only purse his lips and try to simply push him away.
But as soon as his fingers touched Song Yunranâs shoulder, the other party hugged him even more firmly.
Song Yunran said ambiguously, âMonica, be good, donât move around.â
ââ¦â¦Monica who is it?â Qin Ke asked numbly.
This question seemed to have stumped Song Yunran.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his fluffy head against Qin Ke a few times before finally giving his answer, âWoof!â
Oh.
Qin Ke thought expressionlessly, âItâs a dog.