Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 52 The Kiss Behind the Ear

Qiao Xinyun did have such thoughts, especially when Director Wang's incident first came out. She even thought about simply taking Yan Zhuoyu and running away to a big company. Even if the salary she had saved over the years was not enough to pay the breach of contract penalty, it could help cover it.

There's nothing we can do; our own artist has such a charismatic personality that even someone like her, who started living alone at a young age, felt reluctant to part with her.

However, now that she knows Yan Zhuoyu's identity, she has no more worries.

Qiao Xinyun said with a grin, "This old servant's indenture is all in yours, Miss..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two noticed that the sun overhead was blocked, casting a long, light gray shadow.

Xu Guinan smiled behind his glasses: "Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Yan Zhuoyu had always been an honest child, with little social graces, so she answered directly, "Yes."

Xu Guinan shrugged and said "sorry," then continued to shield them from the sun, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. He pointed to the director not far away and said with a smile, "I just wanted to ask you guys. The director said it's too hot today, and one of the props team members fainted from heatstroke, so we're ending filming early. The crew is planning a dinner party. Do you want to join us?"

Yan Zhuoyu and Qiao Xinyun exchanged a glance and said in unison with delight, "Of course we'll go."

Nothing is better than finishing work early and having the foreman treat you to a meal.

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Inside a private room at the restaurant, the lead actors and the director sat at a table.

After a few drinks, the director began to boast about his romantic history during his university years.

"Hehe, you know what? Back in college, tons of girls would ask me for their contact information."

Jiang Ruonan, who plays the junior sister, widened her eyes with an innocent expression and said excitedly, "Really? You must have been very handsome back then. Time really is a cruel mistress."

Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but laugh when she heard the second half of the sentence. She quite liked this little sister, who still had the naivety of a college student and spoke with an unwitting sharpness.

For example, right now, the director was almost choked by Jiang Ruonan's "sharp tongue".

His fashion designer, who was also his college roommate, bluntly exposed his lie: "Come on, that's because the school heartthrob is your roommate. They asked you for your contact information just to find out what the heartthrob likes."

The director grunted twice and then fell silent.

The atmosphere in the private room did not become dull; on the contrary, fueled by alcohol, everyone chatted freely without worrying about being photographed by paparazzi.

In this situation, Yan Zhuoyu naturally wouldn't continue discussing the previous topic with her agent, and instead focused her attention on the small hot pot in front of her.

For hygiene reasons, everyone used individual hot pots.

Bright red chilies and Sichuan peppercorns swirl in the chili oil, releasing an irresistible aroma.

For some reason, the hotter the weather, the more Yan Zhuoyu wanted to eat hot pot.

As she estimated the time, she picked up a slice of cooked tripe and lowered her head to put it in her mouth, when her hair, which had been draped over her shoulders, slipped down.

"Tsk, really..." This is a bit annoying.

She casually brushed her hair aside, preparing to eat it by the hair, when two hands reached out to her at the same time.

The two hands were of different sizes; the larger one belonged to Xu Guinan, and in its palm was a simple black hair tie.

The smaller hand belonged to Qiao Xinyun, who handed her a hairpin used during filming.

Xu Guinan extended his hand forward again: "When I came in, I thought you girls might need some, so I just grabbed a few from the front desk. They're disposable and very clean."

He was fine when he didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, everyone in the private room was drawn to him.

Having directed films for many years, the director immediately understood the atmosphere between the two: "Haha, Sister Yan, Teacher Xu is just trying to be kind, don't let him down."

He wholeheartedly agrees that if the two can use this opportunity to create a romantic pairing, it can also increase the popularity of the drama.

In full view.

Without hesitation, Yan Zhuoyu accepted the hairpin handed to her by Qiao Xinyun, and used one hand to tie up her long hair, revealing the snow-white, delicate skin on the back of her neck, which was a little chilly when suddenly exposed to the cold air from the air conditioner.

“I noticed that Xiaonan doesn’t have a hair tie either. Although we’re both girls, I’ve used hairpins before. Teacher Xu is so thoughtful. It’s perfect that I can give her a hair tie.”

Xu Guinan was slightly surprised, not expecting her to refuse so decisively. Jiang Ruonan, sitting next to him, obediently extended her hand to him, saying, "Thank you, Senior Xu."

"You're welcome."

He had no choice but to give the hair tie to Jiang Ruonan and sit down again.

The atmosphere in the private room was a little tense, but the director quickly warmed it up again.

Qiao Xinyun chuckled softly and whispered in Yan Zhuoyu's ear, "Miss, could you tell me again why you chose my ordinary wooden hairpin from among everyone else?"

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at her indifferently, "Of course it's because the maids who have always been by my side are more loyal and won't harm me."

"..."

Qiao Xinyun snorted and ignored her.

Messages kept coming in the work group on her phone. She pouted and instantly transformed into a corporate slave, radiating endless office worker vibes and resentment.

Xu Guinan seemed listless. He hadn't come here to chat idly. He ate a few bites and then put down his chopsticks, showing no interest in the topics around him.

He turned to discuss the script with Yan Zhuoyu, but inadvertently noticed the unusual red mark behind her ear.

The deep red with a hint of purple stood out vividly against the fair skin, making it easy to identify at a glance.

Xu Guinan glanced at it a few more times uncertainly, then awkwardly reminded him, "Um, Xiao Yan..."

Yan Zhuoyu turned her head in confusion: "Hmm?"

"Behind your ear."

Xu Guinan, in an even lower voice, subtly pointed to the same spot behind his ear, indicating that she should check her phone.

Yan Zhuoyu turned on the front-facing camera and took a picture of the area behind her ear.

She was wearing a waist-length wig for the shoot today, and the small red mark was only revealed when she put her hair up with a hairpin.

His entire body was intact; this one detail alone was enough to demonstrate how restrained and patient the person who left this mark was.

Anyway, Yan Zhuoyu couldn't do it, so Pei Weijin probably went to the company again this morning with scratches on his back and teeth marks on his hands.

Xu Guinan looked away and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to see it. If you plan to keep this hairstyle when you go out, you might want to use some powder to cover it up so that you don't get photographed by paparazzi."

Yan Zhuoyu brushed the strands of hair behind her head with her hand, letting a few stray hairs fall naturally to cover the ambiguous traces. She stood up and said, "Thank you, I'm going to the restroom."

Qiao Xinyun handed her the bag that was on the chair, and after a while, Xu Guinan also went out.