CHAPTER 252: Qin & Tang Extra 26

Fu Yujun hung up the phone.

Wen Shuxian and Cui Jiaran crowded around her, chattering excitedly:

"Is it really her?"

"Did Qin Yinong answer?"

"When is she coming?"

Fu Yujun studied their nervous expressions, deliberately prolonging the suspense before finally smiling faintly. "It's real."

Wen Shuxian let out a gasp and collapsed onto the sofa like a lifeless fish, staring blankly at the ceiling as if her soul had left her body.

Cui Jiaran unconsciously clasped her hands together, her fingers almost twisting into knots.

"Is she coming to pick her up?" Cui Jiaran asked. 'Does that mean we'll get to see Qin Yinong in person?'

Fu Yujun shrugged. "That's what she said on the phone."

Cui Jiaran shifted Wen Shuxian's legs further onto the sofa and lay down beside her, closing her eyes. "Someone please nail my coffin shut."

Fu Yujun chuckled softly.

Tang Ruoyao had stopped crying and had fallen asleep with her head tilted to the side. Fu Yujun lifted her head and tucked a pillow beneath her neck.

Then, Fu Yujun queued up Miriam Yeung's Kissing Everywhere picked up the microphone, and began singing alone.

Qin Yinong strode swiftly out of her office, rapping her knuckles against Guan Han's desk as she passed. By the time Guan Han looked up, Qin Yinong was already halfway down the hall.

Guan Han snapped her laptop shut, stuffed it into her bag, and hurried after her.

A competent assistant had to move fast.

"Qin Jie."

"To the university district."

Guan Han unlocked the black sedan parked in the underground garage with her key. She first opened the rear door to help Qin Yinong settle into the backseat before down to get into the driver's seat. With practiced ease, she started the engine, turned the wheel, and smoothly drove out of the garage.

Qin Yinong pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers and closed her eyes to rest.

Tang Ruoyao's phone screen lit up. Fu Yujun picked it up and saw the caller ID: Guan Han.

'Who's this?'

Fu Yujun raised a hand, signaling Wen Shuxian, who had reclaimed her microphone-hogging dominance, to mute the stereo. She answered, speaking calmly, "Hello."

"Who is this?"

The voice coming through the receiver was icy cold. Even without seeing the other person's expression, Fu Yujun could picture their unfriendly face. But since they weren't physically present, even if it were some hulking brute, they couldn't hit her.

So Fu Yujun replied casually, "You're the one who called. Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Guan Han pulled the phone away to double-check the number, confirming she hadn't dialed wrong, then said coldly, "I'm looking for Tang Ruoyao."

"Oh, I'm her roommate."

"I'm here to pick her up."

"Who are you to Qin...?"

"Assistant." Guan Han strode confidently through the sixth-floor corridor of Mingyue Bay KTV, her heels clicking sharply on the floor. She confirmed, "Is this room 6755?"

"Yes."

"I'm here."

Knock, knock, knock.

Fu Yujun, still holding the phone, opened the door.

The colorful lights of the hallway flowed, casting their glow on the young woman standing at the entrance. Fu Yujun felt as if the lights behind her suddenly dimmed, and only the small space where she stood gathered all the brilliance.

She hadn't even clearly seen the other's face before feeling as if the entire world had brightened, flowers blooming across the wilderness.

"Hello," Guan Han spoke, her tone cold yet not impolite. "I'm here for Miss Tang."

It might have been a fleeting few seconds, or perhaps an entire lifetime.

Fu Yujun blinked lightly and stepped aside. "Please, come in."

Guan Han nodded and walked past her.

As they brushed shoulders, Fu Yujun caught a faint whiff of her perfume, glimpsed her porcelain-smooth cheeks. Dressed in a white pantsuit, she had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her collar due to the summer heat, revealing a neck that was pale and beautiful.

She was young, probably only twenty-three or twenty-four—not much older than them—but her demeanor was remarkably composed. She bent down to check on Tang Ruoyao, the tailored slacks hugging her curves—

Cough.

Fu Yujun, ever the gentleman, averted her gaze.

"Miss Tang." Guan Han gave Tang Ruoyao's shoulder a gentle shake. "Miss Tang?"

Fu Yujun fixed her eyes on the back of Guan Han's head and stepped forward, speaking warmly, "She's dead drunk and won't wake up no matter how much you call her. If you don't mind, I can help you carry her out."

Wen Shuxian felt a strange pang in her heart. Tangtang was their roommate, not married—if anyone should be saying they don't mind, it should be them.

Guan Han turned her back to Tang Ruoyao and crouched on one knee. "Please help lift her onto my back."

The other three worked together to hoist Tang Ruoyao onto Guan Han's back. Guan Han hooked her arms under Tang's knees and added, "Someone press against her back so she doesn't fall backward."

One person could handle this task, so Fu Yujun volunteered.

With a firm grip, Guan Han steadily lifted Tang Ruoyao onto her back.

Fu Yujun said, "If you get tired, we can switch."

Guan Han gave her a calm look.

Fu Yujun offered a slightly nervous smile.

"No need." Guan Han replied in her usual monotone voice.

Drunk people tend to be heavier, but Fu Yujun carefully observed the other woman's expression and found that apart from slightly heavier breathing, she showed no signs of strain at all.

'Assistant Guan was incredibly strong.'

'Does Assistant Guan work out often?'

'Assistant Guan, what's your full name? Oh, wait, I already know—it's Guan Han.'

'My surname is Fu—not the "fu" for "happiness." What kind of lunatic would think that?'

Fu Yujun ran through countless opening lines in her mind, each one more foolish than the last. Her usually quick and eloquent tongue felt stiff and clumsy. She pursed her lips subtly, a hint of frustration flashing in her eyes.

Before she knew it, they had left the karaoke bar.

Guan Han tilted her chin slightly, indicating a direction. "Over there."

The backstreets of the university district were already bustling with people in the evening light, a steady stream of pedestrians. Fu Yujun asked Wen Shuxian to help support Tang Ruoyao, while she walked beside Guan Han, scanning her surroundings, shielding her from anyone who might bump into her.

A black sedan was quietly parked in a parking spot.

Wen Shuxian stared at the luxury car and couldn't help but form a bold hypothesis. Covering her mouth slightly, she whispered to Guan Han, "Is Qin... inside?"

Guan Han answered succinctly, "Mm."

Wen Shuxian gasped.

Fu Yujun: "..."

She had been about to ask the same thing. How did Wen Shuxian beat her to it?

Wen Shuxian pressed on, "Isn't it dangerous for her to be here?"

Guan Han replied, "A little. So, if you could help block the area around the car door later, we'd appreciate it."

Wen Shuxian: "Absolutely."

Fu Yujun felt like choking on bl0od.

'Twenty characters!'

Guan Han tapped on the car window. A few seconds later, the locks clicked open. Wen and Cui immediately linked arms, forming a human barrier around the door while still managing to peek inside eagerly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the renowned actress.

"Qin Jie."

Guan Han straightened up, shifting Tang Ruoyao from her back before half-carrying, half-guiding her into the spacious back seat. Wen Shuxian, emboldened, leaned in further and found herself face-to-face with a woman wearing sunglasses—her lips red, skin pale, long curls cascading lazily.

Wen Shuxian barely managed to suppress her excitement and not faint on the spot. "Hello," she managed.

The corners of Qin Yinong's lips curved slightly beneath her sunglasses. "Hello, Wen Shuxian."

Wen Shuxian clutched her chest. "You know me?"

"Yaoyao mentioned you."

"We only just heard about you from her today!" Wen Shuxian blurted out before realizing how audacious she sounded. Nervously, she added, "I spoke out of turn. Sorry."

"It's fine." Qin Yinong smiled faintly. "Thank you for taking care of her. I'll treat you to a meal sometime."

"It's our pleasure." Even with Wen Shuxian's somewhat blunt nature, she understood that Qin Yinong was politely dismissing them. This was not a good place for conversation, so she wisely stepped back. Guan Han closed the back car door, went around to the driver's seat, and drove off.

Wen Shuxian stayed behind, gushing to Cui Jiaran about the breathtaking encounter.

"Her face is so small, her skin is so fair!"

"Her lip color was gorgeous—I forgot to ask what shade it was. I'll ask Tangtang when she wakes up, get her to send a selfie, hehehe."

"Her chest seemed pretty big, but I didn't dare look too closely, hahaha."

"And her tone was so gentle, no airs at all. Tangtang really hit the jackpot. Ugh, why don't I have that kind of luck?"

Cui Jiaran enthusiastically joined in the discussion.

Only Fu Yujun remained silent, her gaze distant and lost in thought.

Wen Shuxian called her several times without getting a response, finally resorting to shouting directly into her ear. Fu Yujun turned her head belatedly, looking at her with a questioning "What's wrong?"

"Going back to the dorm?" Wen Shuxian asked.

"Yes." Fu Yujun replied.

As they crossed the street just meters away from the university's south gate, Fu Yujun glanced back one last time, fleeting car lights reflecting in her light brown pupils.

Tang Ruoyao lay asleep with her head resting on Qin Yinong's lap. Qin Yinong gently brushed aside the bangs covering her eyebrows, but instead of withdrawing her hand, she let her fingers trail down from the smooth forehead, along the bridge of her nose, until they reached those thin, rosy lips.

Her breath, warmer than usual, fanned against the back of Qin Yinong's fingers.

Qin Yinong curled her fingers upward and pinched Tang Ruoyao's nose in mock frustration. "So young, yet so capable—now you're drinking your sorrows away?"

Soon struggling for breath, Tang Ruoyao's alcohol-flushed cheeks grew even redder. She parted her lips gasping like a stranded fish. When Qin Yinong released her nose, fresh air rushed in, bringing visible relief as a serene smile graced her lips.

Caught between affection and irritation, Qin Yinong kept kneading those delightfully pliant cheeks. Deep in slumber, Tang Ruoyao remained unresponsive, allowing all manner of mischief.

Qin Yinong suddenly laughed.

Cradling Tang Ruoyao's head, she leaned down to capture her lips. After two kisses, Tang Ruoyao began responding instinctively, murmuring incoherently between kisses. Qin Yinong momentarily withdrew, bringing her ear closer to those mumbling lips.

"Sister... Qin Yinong..."

The loss of that soft contact made Tang Ruoyao instinctively tilt her face upward seeking more.

Then came a sudden warmth behind Qin Yinong's ear—wet, slick, and unbearably soft.

With a shiver, Qin Yinong immediately pressed her down to resume kissing.

The alcohol in Tang Ruoyao's system made her grow increasingly heated, arms wrapping around Qin Yinong while emitting soft, pleading whimpers. Guan Han sat ramrod straight ahead, deliberately tuning out the sounds.

Qin Yinong firmly restrained the squirming woman against her and ordered, "Turn the AC down lower."

"Yes."

As the car cooled, Tang Ruoyao finally stilled, obediently resting against her. Qin Yinong exhaled in relief.

When the car stopped at Wangyue Mountain residential area, Qin Yinong vigorously rubbed Tang Ruoyao's face between both hands until even this deep sleeper stirred awake, blinking dazedly.

"Can you walk?" Qin Yinong asked sternly.

Tang Ruoyao remained silent for ten full seconds before massaging her temples with a hoarse, "Yes."

Qin Yinong exited first, waiting by the rear door. Tang Ruoyao wobbled out unsteadily, hands braced against the seat, only to stumble directly into Qin Yinong's soft embrace. She instinctively hooked her arms around Qin Yinong's neck, burying her face in the crook of her neck, rubbing softly.

Qin Yinong: "..."

'Good for nothing, but first class at acting spoiled.'

With one arm securing Tang Ruoyao's waist, Qin Yinong suppressed a smile, adopting a cold tone. "Let's go upstairs."

Tang Ruoyao obediently said, "Okay."

"Sober yet?"

"Not yet," Tang Ruoyao mumbled. "My head's spinning."

"Stop swaying," Qin Yinong scolded, cradling the back of her head. "You know it makes the dizziness worse."

"I know."

"Good girl." Qin Yinong tenderly stroked her long hair.

Guan Han pressed the elevator button, maintaining impeccable professionalism.

This is called being angry?

The elevator ascended continuously, with Tang Ruoyao coquettishly clinging all the way. Qin Yinong couldn't help but laugh, though she noticed Guan Han's expression growing increasingly stormy. Fearing she might be silenced permanently for witnessing too much, Guan Han escorted the couple to their doorstep without even stepping into the foyer before making a hasty retreat.

Now only the two of them were left in the house.

Qin Yinong kicked off her shoes and padded barefoot inside. She settled Tang Ruoyao on the sofa, knelt to remove her shoes and socks, then mopped up the dirtied floor with a damp cloth. After resting briefly in an armchair for three minutes, she headed to the kitchen to brew some sobering tea.

Tang Ruoyao's head was throbbing, her stomach churning, and a wave of nausea rose.

Out of the corner of her eye, Qin Yinong caught sight of a figure darting past. She turned off the stove and hurried after.

Tang Ruoyao rushed into the bathroom and vomited heavily into the toilet.

Qin Yinong crouched beside her, gently rubbing her chest to soothe her.

Whether still drunk or half-conscious, Tang Ruoyao's eyes brimmed with glistening tears as she pushed Qin Yinong away, mumbling, "Don't look at me."

"Why not?" Qin Yinong asked.

Tang Ruoyao covered her face and sobbed, "I'm ugly."

"..."

A few seconds later, Qin Yinong burst into laughter.

Tears seeped through Tang Ruoyao's fingers as she cried, "It's true, don't look at me anymore. I'm such a mess—who would ever want someone like me as their girlfriend?"

Qin Yinong arched an eyebrow. "You're right about that."

Tang Ruoyao cried even louder, her cries turning into incoherent sobs.

"Why aren't you following the script?"

"What script?"

"The one where you say you want me."

"First you make me angry, then you get drunk like this," Qin Yinong teased leisurely. "How shameless can you be?"

"I am shameless," Tang Ruoyao admitted, sitting on the floor and no longer vomiting, acting spoiled. "Can't you just indulge me a little?"

Qin Yinong found her unbearably adorable, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair as she calmly prodded, "How should I indulge you?"

Tang Ruoyao pouted.

Qin Yinong feigned disgust with an exaggerated "Ew."

Suddenly remembering something, Tang Ruoyao scrambled up, propped herself against the sink, and began brushing her teeth vigorously, rinsing thoroughly inside and out. She even washed her face, her collagen-rich skin glowing with a dewy freshness.

Qin Yinong swallowed hard.

Tang Ruoyao scurried back, dropping to all fours like a puppy and squatting before Qin Yinong, eyes closed and lips puckered.

Qin Yinong played dumb. "What are you doing?"

Tang Ruoyao jutted her lips higher. "Kiss."

"Why should I kiss you?"

"Because I want it."

Qin Yinong thought, 'As if I'd just obey your whims.'

She refused to kiss her.

Puppy-like, Tang Ruoyao whimpered, "You promised to indulge me..."

Qin Yinong sighed.

'Fine, here's your kiss, you little brat.'

With one hand cupping Tang Ruoyao's cheek, Qin Yinong leaned in and kissed her tenderly. The fresh minty scent from Tang Ruoyao's toothpaste lingered between them as Qin Yinong's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer.

Tang Ruoyao tilted her chin up, her gaze hazy, while Qin Yinong cradled the back of her head, taking full control.

Before things escalated, Qin Yinong pulled away, her voice slightly hoarse. "Satisfied?"

Tang Ruoyao, craving more, swallowed the last traces of Qin Yinong's taste and murmured, "No."

They kissed deeply for a long while before parting. Tang Ruoyao slumped against Qin Yinong, her chest heaving rapidly. Qin Yinong traced her glistening lips with slender fingers and whispered, "Do you like it when I kiss you?"

Tang Ruoyao nodded.

"I do."

"Why?"

"Because I like you."

"Say it again."

"I like you."

"What if one day you stop liking me?"

"That won't happen."

"Just hypothetically."

Tang Ruoyao's already foggy mind grew dizzier from the prolonged lack of oxygen. She forced her eyes open and mumbled, "Then you can do whatever you want with me."

"Even k!ll you?" Qin Yinong's hand slowly rested on Tang Ruoyao's slender neck, her gaze darkening.

"Yes," Tang Ruoyao replied with a smile. "But murd3r is illegal—you'd go to jail."

"How about I lock you up?" Qin Yinong whispered against her ear, her voice low and alluring, like a witch hiding a poisoned apple.

"Okay, but you have to come see me every day." She was still smiling, not feeling any concern.

Tang Ruoyao was too exhausted. After saying those words, she fell asleep.

Qin Yinong gazed at her for a long time before leaning down to kiss the corner of the girl's smiling lips, murmuring softly, "It's a deal then."

'Whether you remember when you wake up or not, we've made a promise—you won't escape me in this lifetime.'

Tang Ruoyao slept incredibly soundly. Eyes still closed, she stretched lazily before slowly opening them, greeted by the sight of a ceiling covered in light-colored wallpaper.

Her temples throbbed faintly. It took Tang Ruoyao a few minutes to piece together her memories.

She had confessed to Qin Yinong and been rejected, spent the whole night sleepless, then returned to school, eaten, gone to karaoke, drank heavily, and blacked out—only to wake up back at home.

This place was known only to her and Qin Yinong, so no matter what had happened in between, it must have been Qin Yinong who brought her back.

Overjoyed, Tang Ruoyao slipped out of bed barefoot, first searching the living room before knocking on Qin Yinong's door. She checked the entryway—the house slippers were neatly placed in front of the rug.

She had gone out.

The excitement in her mind cooled. Tang Ruoyao sat on the floor for a while before returning to her room and picking up her phone. Her eyes suddenly brightened.

Qin Yinong: [Got a schedule, back tomorrow. Wait for me at home.]

Qin Yinong: [Congee's ready in the kitchen. Eat it.]

Tang Ruoyao hugged the blanket and rolled around the bed several times, letting her delight spread across her face.

Tang Ruoyao: [I'm awake. Did you bring me back last night?]

Qin Yinong: [Heh. Woke up early, didn't you?]

Tang Ruoyao: [Shivering. Are you upset with me??]

Qin Yinong: [...]

Tang Ruoyao: [Why the 'heh'?] She paused after typing, then quickly added, [Are you laughing?}

One lofty, icy word appeared from Qin Yinong.

Qin Yinong: [Otherwise?]

Tang Ruoyao: [Nothing. Next time, just use 'hahaha.']

Seated in the airport lounge, Qin Yinong let out a quiet laugh, covering her lips with her hand as she typed: [You're not wrong. I was mocking you.]

Tang Ruoyao: [Wahhh.]

Memories from last night surfaced. Qin Yinong savored them for a moment before licking her dry lips and asking, [How much do you remember?]

Tang Ruoyao: [Honestly? Nothing at all.]

Qin Yinong: [A goldfish has a better memory than you.]

Even though she'd been insulted, Tang Ruoyao couldn't help but grin. [Would you kiss a goldfish? ] She had checked the mirror after waking up and noticed traces of smudged lipstick on her lips—uneven but unmistakably from someone's mischief.

Qin Yinong: [I'll kiss one in front of you later.]

Tang Ruoyao: [No!] For once, she sounded assertive.

Qin Yinong: [Fine. Whatever you say.] The reply came swiftly.

Tang Ruoyao was completely overwhelmed. She tossed her phone aside and, in the middle of the room, performed a set of "Tang's Praying Mantis Fist" moves—purely Tang Ruoyao's personal creation, utterly without form. If there were any similarities, they were purely accidental.

Grabbing her phone again, she was about to reply when she saw Qin Yinong's next message.

Qin Yinong: [Boarding now. Talk later.]

Tang Ruoyao swallowed her words and typed instead: [Have a safe flight.]

Qin Yinong: [[Image]]

Several planes stood neatly on the runway, stretching past buildings of varying heights. The distant sky was clear, like a mirror.

This was what Qin Yinong saw with her own eyes. Tang Ruoyao felt an unusual surge of emotion welling up in her heart, sweet and tender. She drew back the curtains and snapped a photo to send to her as well.

[The sun is beautiful today.]

A few minutes later, Qin Yinong replied.

[I know.]

The plane's wings spread wide as it ascended into the stratosphere, soaring amidst the cottony clouds.

Qin Yinong lowered the window shade, draped a thin blanket over herself, and put on a steam eye mask. Adjusting into a comfortable position, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

In her dreams, there was the scent of sunlight.

Only after finishing her conversation with Qin Yinong did Tang Ruoyao turn to her other messages.

The group chat for Room 405 was uncharacteristically silent—eerily so. Only Fu Yujun had sent her a private message: [Reply when you're awake.]

Tang Ruoyao responded.

Almost immediately, her phone began buzzing incessantly—all from the group chat.

For a moment, Tang Ruoyao thought her phone was having a seizure.

Cosmic Invincible Cutie: [The invincible beautiful girl of the universe is finally awake! Confess honestly, what is your relationship with Queen Qin? Yao, oh Yao!]

Copy-pasted. Ten times in a row.

Cui Jiaran chimed in: [Yeah, Yao, oh Yao!]

Fu Yujun joined in: [Me too, Yao, oh Yao!]

Tang Ruoyao's head instantly throbbed. Slowly, she typed: [First, can someone tell me what happened after I drank last night?]

Three rows of ellipses followed.

Wen Shuxian sent a voice message: "You got drunk and started crying, saying your girlfriend slipped through your fingers. You were bawling like your heart was being torn out—like you'd die if you didn't get together with her."

Tang Ruoyao: "...Never mind. Are you all still on campus? I'm coming back."

Wen Shuxian gasped: "You're not drinking again, are you?!"

Tang Ruoyao deadpanned: "No."

Wen Shuxian: "Then come. We're leaving this afternoon, but we'll book a private room on the third floor of the cafeteria for lunch."

Tang Ruoyao took a quick shower, splurged on a taxi, and rushed back to campus without delay.

The door to Room 405 was tightly shut.

Wen Shuxian dramatically reenacted Tang Ruoyao's tearful performance from the night before. Tang Ruoyao's temple twitched violently, but she couldn't interrupt—because the other two confirmed that the portrayal wasn't exaggerated in the slightest.

Fu Yujun snapped her fingers, and Wen Shuxian instantly fell silent, adopting a prim smile. 

Fu Yujun said, "After that, you just sat there in a daze, completely heartbroken. So I used your phone to call Queen Qin."

Tang Ruoyao hadn't returned all night, so they'd spent the entire evening excitedly discussing the matter. Now, they effortlessly slipped into their roles.

Fu Yujun played herself, while Cui Jiaran played Qin Yinong.

Fu Yujun dialed the number, patiently waiting for the call to connect.

Cui Jiaran, her tone flat, said, "Hello?"

Fu Yujun replied, "I'm Tang Ruoyao's roommate. May I ask if this is... Tangtang's girlfriend?"

Tang Ruoyao's eyes widened slightly, not daring to breathe.

After a brief pause, Cui Jiaran said, "I am."

Tang Ruoyao: "..."

Wen Shuxian rushed forward to steady her swaying figure, guiding her into a chair. Tang Ruoyao raised a hand and said, "Play it again."

Fu Yujun: "Is this Tang Tang's girlfriend?"

Cui Jiaran: "I am."

Dizzy with happiness, Tang Ruoyao grinned so wide it nearly reached her ears without her realizing: "She really said that?!"

Wen Shuxian looked away, unable to bear watching.

Fu Yujun nodded. "Every word. Too bad you got a new phone without a recording function—otherwise, I'd have proof for you."

Tang Ruoyao was deeply regretful, but she trusted Fu Yujun completely.

Fu Yujun continued, "After that, I asked her to come pick you up. The one who came upstairs was her assistant, Guan Han."

Tang Ruoyao smiled and said, "Yes, Guan Han is her personal assistant, always by her side."

Fu Yujun's eyes flickered as she remarked, "She looks very young."

Tang Ruoyao replied casually, "She's probably three or four years older than us. She started working for Sister Qin Yinong a couple of years ago—very capable."

"I can tell," Fu Yujun said with a faint smile. "She carried you downstairs alone without breaking a sweat. Her strength is incredible, unlike most girls."

Tang Ruoyao felt the term "girl" was slightly off when describing Guan Han, but it wasn't important. She asked, "Since Guan Han is here, does that mean Qin Yinong is here too?"

Fu Yujun pressed her lips together.

Wen Shuxian raised her hand excitedly. "She is! She's waiting for you in the car. I even talked to her." Suddenly remembering something, she grinned teasingly. "She called you 'Yaoyao'—gave me goosebumps just hearing it. Tsk tsk."

Tang Ruoyao struggled to suppress her beaming smile. Hugging the back of her chair, she straightened proudly and admitted, "Yes, that's what she usually calls me."

Wen Shuxian: "..."

How could their usually composed Tang Ruoyao become so shameless after falling in love?

Tang Ruoyao's eyes sparkled. "Anything else?"

Wen Shuxian thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "Yes! She recognized me—said you'd mentioned me. How did I, of all people, catch the attention of the great actress Qin Yinong? Hahaha, my ancestors must be smiling down on me!"

So Qin Yinong had remembered everything she'd said.

Hehe, haha.

Tang Ruoyao wriggled in her chair like a happy worm.

Wen Shuxian discreetly raised her phone and captured this precious moment for posterity.

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