CHAPTER 64
Qin Yinong took a sip of wine and unexpectedly choked. She quickly grabbed a tissue from the glass turntable, gently pressed it against the corner of her lips, and then coughed lightly.
Tang Ruoyao, with sharp ears, caught onto this but resisted the immediate urge to turn around and look. She calmly finished her sentence before casually glancing at Qin Yinong.
Perhaps due to the lighting, Qin Yinong's makeup wasn't as heavy as usual, and she appeared a bit listless. When she covered her mouth to cough, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. However, this blush wasn't a natural rosy hue but rather a slightly unhealthy flush, evoking two words in people's minds—delicate and sickly. Unconsciously, a sense of pity arose within Tang Ruoyao.
Tang Ruoyao noticed that Qin Yinong briefly lost focus and couldn't continue the conversation with Dai Yongqing normally. They agreed to continue their discussion on set when they had time.
Tang Ruoyao was contemplating whether to show some symbolic concern for Qin Yinong when she suddenly stopped her intermittent coughing miraculously and poured herself another glass of wine.
Qin Yinong took a sip and thought to herself, 'This wine still doesn't taste good, even without the sour taste.'
Tang Ruoyao's eyebrows subtly furrowed. She had assumed Qin Yinong was just like some people in high society, casually enjoying a glass of wine for pleasure. But now, she realized that Qin Yinong's drinking posture resembled that of someone with an alcohol addiction.
"Senior Qin." Seeing Qin Yinong barely touch the food on the table and continuously drink wine as if it were water, Tang Ruoyao couldn't bear it any longer and finally spoke up. Of course, her tone held no accusation or daring to accuse. Instead, she leaned in closer and softly called out to her with warmth and gentleness.
They were both lead actors, and although Tang Ruoyao was young, she had awards under her belt, making her qualified to sit next to Qin Yinong in the eyes of others.
"Hmm?" Qin Yinong lazily turned her head and smiled at her.
She seemed to smile often, but Tang Ruoyao wondered if it was genuine happiness or just a facade. This thought floated in Tang Ruoyao's mind.
"The pot of black chicken soup from the 'That Pot Party' is quite good. Would you like me to serve you a bowl to try?" Tang Ruoyao didn't directly advise her to stop drinking but instead took an indirect approach.
Qin Yinong made a contemplative expression and slowly said, "Hmm."
Tang Ruoyao's heart tightened with hers, and her gaze intentionally or unintentionally fell on the bottle of red wine beside her. The liquid level in the bottle had already dropped to half.
Qin Yinong noticed her gaze and thought, "So that's it."
She teasingly kept Tang Ruoyao hanging for a moment and then sparingly said, "Give me a taste."
Tang Ruoyao breathed a sigh of relief and didn't appear overly eager as she stood up to serve her the soup.
Tang Ruoyao, like Qin Yinong, was slim but not of the delicate and petite type. Her face was well-proportioned and exuded a dignified aura, capable of carrying off heavy formal attire and effortlessly embracing a fresh and youthful style. For actors, appearance is not the most important factor, but it is also not unimportant. Actors who can completely transcend physical appearances are indeed a minority, as the demands on an actor's physique and appearance increase significantly when they appear on the big screen.
Commonly known as the "God's Treat," both of them were recipients of such fortune.
Tang Ruoyao had slender fingers with distinct knuckles. The skin on the back of her hand was fair and delicate, revealing the blue veins underneath when she exerted force—healthy and powerful. Whether it was holding a bowl or wielding a spoon, her hands were steady...
Hmm.
Qin Yinong suddenly lost focus, drifting off into her own thoughts.
Not all the time she was composed and steady. When she deliberately acted out of character, she appeared anything but composed.
"Senior Qin, be careful, it's hot." Tang Ruoyao whispered.
Qin Yinong snapped out of her reverie and stirred the two pieces of tender chicken at the bottom of the bowl with a spoon, her long eyelashes drooping.
Once Qin Yinong had soup, she wouldn't drink alcohol anymore. After all, it didn't have much taste, and her stomach had limited capacity. When it was filled with soup, the alcohol naturally took a back seat.
After three rounds of toasting and five flavors of food, the other actors in the private room each returned to their own rooms.
Only Tang Ruoyao and Qin Yinong stayed on the same floor, while the other actors were all accommodated on a different floor according to the arrangement of the production team's producer.
People in the elevator gradually opened the doors and left, leaving only the two of them and their respective assistants. They stopped in the corridor, one on the left and one on the right. Qin Yinong stood in front of her own room door, and the door behind her was opened by Guan Han, allowing the bright light from inside to illuminate half of her body.
"Goodnight, little one." Qin Yinong smiled kindly.
"Goodnight, Senior Qin." Tang Ruoyao slightly bowed in response.
They each entered their respective rooms.
Tang Ruoyao leaned against the door panel, stiffly tugging at the corners of her lips, releasing a sigh.
Who was she calling a little one? She had been called that all evening. Wasn't it clear to Qin Yinong that she was not a child?
Did she consider herself a child when she was with that before?
That beast!
.....
Qin "Beast" Yinong picked up the hot water kettle on the table and poured herself a cup of water. She had heated the water before leaving, and the electric kettle had good insulation, so the water was still warm when poured out.
Qin Yinong brought her nose closer to the water's surface and sniffed, not detecting any strange smell. She took a sip with relief.
Guan Han: "Qin Jie, An Ling just messaged me and said they've found out."
Qin Yinong's interest was lacking, but she still raised an eyebrow to show curiosity. "Who is it?"
Guan Han mentioned a name.
"It's her." Qin Yinong's tone was as casual as stating, "The sun rose from the east today." She took another sip of water, with a faint hint of a smile. "And then?"
Guan Han said, "An Ling said if the other party wants to expose it, they would do it during the film's production, taking advantage of the film's hype to harm you and achieve twice the result with half the effort."
Qin Yinong nodded and commented with a smile, "Not bad, it also saves some money. Quite resourceful."
Guan Han had been anxious and frustrated all night, while Qin Yinong remained calm and composed. Guan Han didn't show it on her face, but she was furious deep inside.
An Ling didn't spend as much time with Qin Yinong as Guan Han did, so there were things she couldn't see. When Qin Yinong spoke, Guan Han believed her but resented her inability to take decisive action. However, Qin Yinong couldn't completely hide anything from Guan Han, who spent almost all of her time with her except when sleeping. Today, she accompanied Qin Yinong into the room, and that woman was lying in the bed, her beautiful eyes filled with affection and a hint of nervousness, anxiously looking over.
In that instant, Qin Yinong's expression was even more profound than disgust. It was as if she suddenly thought of something, her expression changed dramatically, becoming extremely unpleasant. She raised her hand to her chest, suppressing the urge to vomit, and rushed out of the room.
If it weren't for the fact that Qin Yinong couldn't stand being in the same room with that person and her own situation wasn't good, why would Guan Han make a phone call at the door, letting Tang Ruoyao overhear and see what was happening inside?
Rather than saying that Qin Yinong didn't care, it was more accurate to say that she wanted to convince herself that she didn't care, and she had been using this mindset to hypnotize herself. She truly didn't care.
If she really didn't mind others' slander against her, why did her fingers quietly clench into a fist behind her back? Why did she pave such a different path for Tang Ruoyao, completely different from her own?
"Could it be because she hasn't been making money lately, so she has to resort to these petty tactics and take advantage of ready-made scandals during the film's hype?" Qin Yinong slowly released her tightly clenched fingers, partly jokingly saying.
Guan Han looked at her with an expressionless face. "Perhaps."
Qin Yinong opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she refrained and just said, "It's late, go back and sleep."
Guan Han murmured in agreement and retreated.
Before closing the door, she took a deep look inside. Qin Yinong was leaning by the table, holding a half-empty water glass in one hand, looking down with a vacant gaze, lost in her thoughts. The silhouette of her profile was rendered even more desolate by the surrounding lights.
Sensing Guan Han's gaze, Qin Yinong lifted her head almost instinctively. Her lips, following a bodily memory formed countless times, immediately formed a beautiful smile.
"GoodnighT." the woman smiled gracefully.
"Goodnight." Guan Han replied with complex emotions and closed the door.
Click一
The sound of the door locking softly.
The smile on Qin Yinong's face immediately vanished.
She pulled out a chair and sat down, kicked off her disposable slippers, and raised her feet to rest on the stool. Her long limbs curled up in a cramped and narrow chair, her hands and feet in a state of distress. She clenched her teeth, pressing her forehead tightly against her knees.
Just a few steps away was a spacious and soft bed, but in the darkness, it appeared like a gaping monster's mouth, devouring everything in its path. Qin Yinong couldn't help but tremble slightly. Suddenly, outside the window, a car horn sounded, startling her like a frightened bird. She lifted her head abruptly, her pupils shrinking for a moment before she realized it. The back of her shirt was soaked with cold sweat.
......
Tang Ruoyao had taken a shower and sat on the bed, reviewing the script. It had been in her hands for a month, and the corners were already creased from being flipped through.
The phone placed aside buzzed.
After Tang Ruoyao finished writing on the sticky note and tucked it into the script, she leisurely picked up her phone and slid the screen open.
It was the script group chat. Ever since she joined the production, the group had been mostly inactive, but no one had disbanded it, so it remained there. She was still preoccupied with the scene she had just thought about, absentmindedly dismissing the messages. However, when she saw the sender, she paused.
dakfjsjfa: [Wishing you prosperity and good fortune]
Tang Ruoyao furrowed her brows.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly sends a red envelope in the group chat?
Tang Ruoyao casually clicked to claim it and, out of courtesy, replied with a message.
Qin Yinong claimed it and sent another one.
Tang Ruoyao: "..."
She cautiously sent another reply.
To her surprise, Qin Yinong sent a third one.
It wasn't until the group chat was filled with red envelope notifications that Qin Yinong stopped, without uttering a word. Qin Yinong came quietly and left even more quietly.
Tang Ruoyao was filled with questions as she read through the messages from beginning to end. The vivid imagination of a filmmaker and Qin Yinong's unusual attention to her made it impossible for her to calm down.
Could something have happened? Is she secretly asking for help using a secret code?
Tang Ruoyao startled herself with her own speculation. She clicked on Qin Yinong's private chat box from the list of group members. After hesitating for a while, she typed out the message, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and sent it.
Tang Ruoyao: [There's a red envelope you haven't claimed yet.]
Qin Yinong still didn't reply to her.
Tang Ruoyao tossed and turned, flipping her body every minute. Finally, she climbed out of bed in a flurry, grabbed a coat from the coat rack, put it on over her pajamas, and opened the door. She raised her hand and knocked on the door opposite hers.
She just wanted to confirm whether Qin Yinong was safe or not, without any ulterior motives.
Even if they were merely ordinary colleagues, they had this obligation, especially after what happened earlier in the evening.
Oh, Tang Ruoyao suddenly remembered the incident of someone sneaking into her room during the day. In the air-conditioned corridor, her arms were instantly covered in goosebumps due to her overactive imagination.
Regardless of the potential gossip, Tang Ruoyao furrowed her brows, clenched her firsts, and knocked on the door several times and raised her voice, calling out, "Senior Qin, are you inside?"
"Senior Qin?"
"Qin Yinong... Senior!"
"Are you there?"
The glass partition in the bathroom was steamed up with water vapor, and water flowed down the slender curve of her neck, cascading all the way and splashing onto the floor.
Qin Yinong faintly heard someone calling her, one urgent voice after another. She turned off the shower switch, listened carefully, and the voice sounded familiar. The moment she identified the owner of the voice, Qin Yinong quickly grabbed a towel from the shelf, hastily wiped herself, and almost slipped on the smooth tiles when she came out. She swiftly grabbed the doorknob, barely stabilizing herself.
She wore a robe over the towel, tying the belt around her waist, and in three quick steps, she reached the door. She confirmed the person through the peephole, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly opened the door.
"Qin—" Tang Ruoyao's fingertips stopped a few centimeters away from Qin Yinong's face. Her voice got caught in her throat, unable whether to continue or not.
Qin Yinong's lips curled into a lazy smile.
Tang Ruoyao awkwardly withdrew her hand, her fingertips involuntarily curling at her side. She spoke softly, "I'm glad you're okay." Pausing for a moment, she added, "I messaged you but didn't receive a reply, so I thought..."
She bowed slightly, apologizing, "I apologize for the intrusion."
So, is that why you rushed over so impulsively?
A warm current surged through Qin Yinong's heart. She lifted a strand of wet hair with her finger, and her gaze unconsciously softened as she looked at Tang Ruoyao's dark hair. She gently said, "It's okay."
Tang Ruoyao suddenly looked up.
Qin Yinong's eyebrows and eyes curved, displaying clear tenderness and joy.
Tang Ruoyao blinked her eyelashes twice, and her light-colored eyes were illuminated by the corridor's small light, resembling translucent glass.
Qin Yinong uncontrollably reached out her hand.
Tang Ruoyao stared at the approaching hand, her whole body stiffening, watching as the hand came closer and closer.
The tip of her nose brushed against a refreshing scent, different from the heavy fragrance she sprayed outside or the distant and cold fragrance she naturally exuded. It was a milky scent, the fragrance of shower gel.
A woman's body temperature is warm, and her breath is sweet.
Tang Ruoyao's throat slid down gently.
Just as Qin Yinong was about to touch Tang Ruoyao, a red dot appeared in the corner of her vision. She lifted her head and met the gaze of a red infrared camera at the top corner of the corridor, forcing herself to retract her hand.
"I'm not in a good mood tonight..." The current situation was too awkward, so Qin Yinong racked her brain to come up with a sentence, stumbling as she spoke, "I'm just not feeling great."
Tang Ruoyao blinked again, accompanied by a slight tilt of her head, indicating her confusion.
Qin Yinong sighed inwardly: This is really troublesome.
Suppressing the urge to drag Tang Ruoyao into the room directly, Qin Yinong closed her eyes, nodded, and said indistinctly, "Thank you."
Tang Ruoyao stood in front of her, replaying Qin Yinong's words in her mind several times before understanding her logic. Qin Yinong wasn't in a good mood, so she sent red envelopes in the group chat, including one to herself. And that's why she said thank you?
This thank you felt too burdensome; Tang Ruoyao even felt unworthy of it.
She had snatched more red envelopes from Qin Yinong than Qin Yinong had snatched from her.
"Qin..." She had just started speaking when Qin Yinong pursed her lips slightly and said, "When you knocked on the door, I was taking a shower and didn't hear it."
Tang Ruoyao promptly closed her mouth and waited for her to finish.
From the moment Qin Yinong opened the door, Tang Ruoyao could tell. Her hair was wet, her cheeks were flushed, and there were water droplets on her neck, sliding down the neckline of her snow-white robe. Her delicate clavicle glistened with a watery glow, exuding an aura of purity and sensuality.
Qin Yinong pondered for a moment, and then forced out two words stiffly, "I'm sorry."
Tang Ruoyao: "..."
Qin Yinong couldn't continue speaking. She summed it up with the ubiquitous "Good night, see you tomorrow" and gently closed the door.
Tang Ruoyao at the door: "..."
Why did it feel like Qin Yinong suddenly became silly and even more foolish than her usual self? Was she acting like this for her own benefit? What was her purpose?
Did she want to continue their previous relationship? They were still under contract, so whatever she said, Tang Ruoyao had to comply. Was it really necessary to go through all this trouble?
Tang Ruoyao let out a soft sigh and puzzlingly scratched the back of her head. Lost in thought, she walked towards her room, opposite to the door she had just left. However, she sensed a faint gaze and turned her head, catching a glimpse of Guan Han's face as she quickly disappeared from the opposite door.
Tang Ruoyao: "!!!"
When did she appear? How long had she been watching?
.....
The next day, Tang Ruoyao and Qin Yinong ran into each other on the ground floor of the hotel. Qin Yinong sat on the sofa in the lobby, wearing a pair of oversized sunglasses that covered most of her already small face, revealing only her bright red lips.
As soon as Guan Han caught sight of Tang Ruoyao's figure, she dutifully whispered, "She's here."
Qin Yinong pushed her sunglasses up, lowered her head, and pretended to be engrossed in her phone.
She hoped that Tang Ruoyao would wake up and have already forgotten about last night.
Tang Ruoyao involuntarily squinted her eyes, a sparkle forming at the corner. She covered her mouth and let out a refined yawn, then moved to sit on the other end of the sofa, respectfully greeting Qin Yinong.
Qin Yinong nodded slightly in response.
Tang Ruoyao took the sunglasses from Xin Qian's hand and put them on, holding her coat in her hands and closing her eyes.
She had trouble falling asleep last night due to Qin Yinong's unusual behavior, resulting in a lack of sleep. So she used the sunglasses as a cover to catch up on rest. It was acceptable to close her eyes and rest in such a public place without actually sleeping.
Two pairs of sunglasses concealed two different states of mind.
Guan Han didn't know why, but she felt that this scene was perfect for capturing, although it was destined not to come true.
Not long after closing her eyes, Tang Ruoyao heard a faint sound next to her ear. In unfamiliar surroundings, her senses were usually sharper, especially with Qin Yinong sitting beside her. She couldn't completely calm her mind.
Under the sunglasses, she calmly opened her eyes.
Qin Yinong rose quietly and glanced in Tang Ruoyao's direction. She made a "shush" gesture to the other assistants around her. The group left the vicinity of the sofa almost silently.
Tang Ruoyao felt a strange sensation in her heart and was afraid of being noticed, so she didn't dare to stare at Qin Yinong's figure for too long.
The image of Qin Yinong's gaze kept replaying in her mind.
No one could remain unmoved by the tenderness contained in her eyes.
Blood rushed to Tang Ruoyao's heart, accelerating and causing an uncontrollable palpitation.
Almost dazed, Tang Ruoyao wondered, 'Was that also part of your act?'
What is real and what is fake?
Qin Yinong and her group reached the entrance of the hotel when Xin Qian's phone rang.
Xin Qian answered the call and after a brief conversation, she mumbled to Tang Ruoyao, "The crew just informed us that the car has encountered some issues on the way. They estimate that they'll be arriving late. Please understand."
When they were filming away from home, they relied on the crew to arrange transportation.
Tang Ruoyao pretended to have just woken up, her voice hoarse as she replied, "It's okay, we'll wait a bit longer then."
Xin Qian: "Weren't we supposed to have the makeup shoot today? If it gets delayed again, will the director be angry with you? I heard that Director Han really dislikes people being late, and he has a bad temper. If he doesn't know it was a transportation issue arranged by the crew and ends up scolding you, what will you do?"
Tang Ruoyao casually smiled and replied, "It's just a scolding, it won't make me lose a piece of meat."
Qin Yinong, who had ears like antennas, paused her steps.
Well, Han Yuping was indeed that kind of person. As a director, he focused on the overall situation and couldn't attend to every detail. He only saw the result of being late. If the person responsible for arranging transportation didn't speak up, Tang Ruoyao, with her reserved personality, would probably silently endure the scolding without defending herself. Even if she did explain, it would leave a negative impression on the director.
Guan Han, adept at reading people's words and expressions, raised her hand, and the assistants beside her also stopped in unison.
Qin Yinong calmly lifted her eyelids and slightly parted her red lips. "A'xiao."
A'xiao, a girl, responded and stepped forward.
Qin Yinong whispered a few words to her, and A'xiao nodded, walking towards Tang Ruoyao.
Tang Ruoyao took off her sunglasses and looked at the person standing in front of her, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
A'xiao had a friendly smile, but there was a hint of self-importance unique to Qin Yinong's studio in her smile. She spoke confidently, "Hello, Senior Tang. Qin Jie asked if you would like to ride in her car to the set. She can give you a ride."
Tang Ruoyao hesitated for a moment and instinctively glanced at Qin Yinong in the distance.
Qin Yinong had her back turned to her and had already started walking. The group gradually exited the hotel's revolving glass door. The corners of her red windbreaker fluttered up and down, creating a vivid peach blossom scene in Tang Ruoyao's eyes.
A'xiao continued, "If you're willing, please follow me."
Tang Ruoyao remained calm for a moment, then unbuttoned her coat and stood up, nodding. "Thank you."
.....
"In a while, no one is allowed to cause any trouble. Did you hear me?" Guan Han, the chief internal manager who oversaw all internal affairs, sat in the car and sternly instructed the group of young girls who lacked manners.
Guan Han was the only assistant personally chosen by Qin Yinong. They had spent the most time together and were also the closest. The rest of the assistants were selected by An Ling and Guan Han to support Qin Yinong's public image and take care of her daily needs on the set after she had established her career and achieved fame.
Qin Yinong was extremely doting towards her studio's staff and never got angry or lost her temper. This indulgence had made them unruly and fearless, showing no signs of treating her as their boss when they were in front of Qin Yinong. However, there were also benefits to this. Although these people were on the periphery, they were loyal, and there was no need to worry about betrayal.
"We heard you, Sister Guan Han!" The crowd responded with laughter and chatter. Being all girls, they chatted away, causing a headache for Guan Han.
She glanced at Qin Yinong, who had a smile on her face and looked lovingly at the group of young girls.
Guan Han: "..."
How come she hadn't noticed before that Qin Yinong had the potential to be a motherly figure? It was just more evident when it came to Tang Ruoyao.
As they approached the car, Tang Ruoyao faintly felt like she heard the quacking of five thousand ducks. She bent down and got into the car quietly.
The assistants, with their four pairs of eyes, all looked at her, their faces displaying the standard professional smile as they greeted her in unison, "Hello, Ms. Tang!"
The car compartment was enclosed, so the effect of the four girls speaking simultaneously was predictable.
Tang Ruoyao's ears were stunned, and she reached out to hold onto the edge of the car door to steady herself.
...Indeed, this was the sound of those five thousand ducks.
The five thousand ducks started laughing with quacks.
Tang Ruoyao felt like she was being attacked by sound waves and was almost deafened.
Qin Yinong suppressed her laughter and covered her lips, lightly coughing to regain composure.
With no exceptions.
The five thousand ducks suddenly fell silent.
Tang Ruoyao successfully got into the car and looked around. There was an empty seat next to Qin Yinong, presumably reserved for her.
The little ducks knew their place and had a sense of boundaries with outsiders. They were just assistants, while Tang Ruoyao was Qin Yinong's colleague. As a result, they willingly gave up the central position for her.
Tang Ruoyao took her seat and turned to Qin Yinong, politely expressing her gratitude.
"You're welcome." Qin Yinong replied without looking at her, focusing ahead. "It's just a small favor."
Guan Han instructed the driver in front, "Everyone is here, let's go."
The vehicle slowly started moving, leaving the hotel entrance.
Tang Ruoyao noticed that the group of young girls were intentionally or unintentionally observing her, their gazes filled with genuine curiosity.
Tang Ruoyao sat up straight, her back straight, feeling a hint of nervousness for no reason. She felt like a soldier being inspected.
Qin Yinong also wore sunglasses inside the car and closed her eyes to rest throughout the journey.
Tang Ruoyao enjoyed the attention the entire way and only began to relax her stiff back and soothe her sore waist when she arrived at the filming location. Step by step, she walked inside.
Qin Yinong and Guan Han got off the car together, leaving the young assistants in a state of shock. They tidied up inside the car while taking the opportunity to exchange gossip.
"Is Tang Ruoyao the first artist to ride in Qin Yinong's car?"
"Yes. Not only an artist, but also the first person outside of our studio. Director Han tried shamelessly to hitch a ride last time but ended up squeezed in the back with the bodyguards."
"Who is she, anyway?"
"Oh, oh, oh," one of the assistants raised their hand. "I have some inside information."
"Tell us."
"Last time when I was giving clothes to Qin Yinong, I saw her searching for information about Tang Ruoyao!"
"When did this happen? Why didn't you say it earlier?"
"It was over a year ago." the informant rubbed their chin, reminiscing.
The assistants exchanged glances, and from the sudden widening of their eyes, they discovered a remarkable secret.
Qin Yinong is in a tough spot. It's been over a year, and she still hasn't caught up with the other person.
Author's Note:
To be honest, I'm not good at talking seriously and prefer to let the story speak for itself. I thought the article could express everything.
Considering the slow progress issue mentioned by some readers, Pomegranate (the author) is skilled in writing daily life moments. I enjoy slowly developing relationships in daily life, and I like writing about many details of the characters, as well as their relationships, events, and lives, to enrich their personalities. Unconsciously, it leads to many trivial details, and this article has a broad scope with many foreshadowings hidden in those details, which won't be discovered until later. (Of course, some readers may have already guessed some of them, but most haven't been discovered yet.)
I'm really not good at writing fast-paced stories, so please don't rush me. [laughs and cries]
Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. I have my own outline, and I will follow the rhythm to steadily and happily complete this work.
PS: Thank you very much to all the readers who have been following the updates. Congratulations and good luck! This chapter's comments will have 66 red envelopes to give away.
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