Not long after Luosang left the filming site, she got a call from Nian Junting.
“Where’s the filming site? I’m almost at the beach.”
“There’s a cabin by the seaside—wait there. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Nian Junting was a little unpleasant. He frowned and said, “It sounds like you don’t want me to go to the filming site.”
“I’m afraid that the people in the crew may think of you as my boyfriend,” Luosang responded while running, trying to catch her breath. “Besides Mr. Nian, you’re such a famous and wealthy man. I’m worried that your presence might create a stir. You see, the director might come to talk with you and pour you tea, and it’ll slow down the filming work.”
“Hmm… that makes more sense,” Nian Junting pondered while driving. Does she mean that if I want to go to the filming site, I need to admit that I’m her boyfriend first?
She never speaks frankly. Her words always have hidden meanings. If I wasn’t so smart, I may not truly understand her.
No wonder my mother always says that a woman will make things sound only thirty percent clear, because it’ll be boring if she says everything frankly and honestly. That’s how you make life interesting.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you there,” he said.
After five minutes of running, Luosang saw a silver sports car slowly pull over by the cabin. When she got closer, she found that it was a shiny Bugatti Veyron.
She walked to the car with hesitation. The car window slowly lowered, exposing the perfectly handsome face of Nian Junting. He was wearing a brown pair of sunglasses with a blue leisure suit, which was brightly colored and elegant-looking.
Against the sea in the background, he looked less proud and serious, but warmer and sunnier.
Luosang widened her eyes and paused briefly when seeing him. A short while later, she stuttered, “Mr. Nian…”
Nian Junting smiled and responded with, “I am aware of how charming I am, but you don’t need to stare at me.”
Hearing that, Luosang wanted to blind herself.
“It’s just that I nearly failed to recognize you,” she explained. “It’s the first time I have seen you wear sunglasses. Mr. Nian, you look radiant today.”
Nian Junting adjusted his sunglasses and said, “Sister Lan picked and matched my clothes. I didn’t want to disappoint her.”
“Has Sister Lan’s taste become so great?” Luosang asked with surprise.
“Do you want me to tell her that you think she’s poor in taste?” Nian Junting raised his eyebrows and said, “Get in. I’m starving.”
“Ah, alright,” responded Luosang. While speaking, she took a step forward. After that, the car door opened automatically, and she sat in the car, feeling flattered.
As Nian Junting’s former carer, she felt that this car was way too luxurious for her.
“Look at you, sweating with disheveled hair. You’re out on a date with me. Don’t you think that you’re being too casual?” Nian Junting looked at her up and down, then handed her a few tissues discontentedly.
Luosang took the tissue, gave a start, then asked, “Da-date?”
“That’s an elegant way of speaking. In a relatively unpleasant way, we’re just meeting up.” Nian Junting refused to admit that it was a date, because he didn’t want Luosang to get proud.
“Look at your clothes. How long have you been wearing them? They look washed-out.”
Luosang chuckled, then raised her head and replied, “I’m so pretty that I can walk the red carpet in rags.”
The corners of Nian Junting’s mouth twitched up slightly. “Do you have any sense of shame?” he asked.
Luosang rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve learned this from you.” I guess now you understand how I’ve felt when listening to your narcissistic talks every day.
Not long after Luosang left the filming site, she got a call from Nian Junting.
“Where’s the filming site? I’m almost at the beach.”
“There’s a cabin by the seaside—wait there. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Nian Junting was a little unpleasant. He frowned and said, “It sounds like you don’t want me to go to the filming site.”
“I’m afraid that the people in the crew may think of you as my boyfriend,” Luosang responded while running, trying to catch her breath. “Besides Mr. Nian, you’re such a famous and wealthy man. I’m worried that your presence might create a stir. You see, the director might come to talk with you and pour you tea, and it’ll slow down the filming work.”
“Hmm… that makes more sense,” Nian Junting pondered while driving. Does she mean that if I want to go to the filming site, I need to admit that I’m her boyfriend first?
She never speaks frankly. Her words always have hidden meanings. If I wasn’t so smart, I may not truly understand her.
No wonder my mother always says that a woman will make things sound only thirty percent clear, because it’ll be boring if she says everything frankly and honestly. That’s how you make life interesting.
“Alright, I’ll wait for you there,” he said.
After five minutes of running, Luosang saw a silver sports car slowly pull over by the cabin. When she got closer, she found that it was a shiny Bugatti Veyron.
She walked to the car with hesitation. The car window slowly lowered, exposing the perfectly handsome face of Nian Junting. He was wearing a brown pair of sunglasses with a blue leisure suit, which was brightly colored and elegant-looking.
Against the sea in the background, he looked less proud and serious, but warmer and sunnier.
Luosang widened her eyes and paused briefly when seeing him. A short while later, she stuttered, “Mr. Nian…”
Nian Junting smiled and responded with, “I am aware of how charming I am, but you don’t need to stare at me.”
Hearing that, Luosang wanted to blind herself.
“It’s just that I nearly failed to recognize you,” she explained. “It’s the first time I have seen you wear sunglasses. Mr. Nian, you look radiant today.”
Nian Junting adjusted his sunglasses and said, “Sister Lan picked and matched my clothes. I didn’t want to disappoint her.”
“Has Sister Lan’s taste become so great?” Luosang asked with surprise.
“Do you want me to tell her that you think she’s poor in taste?” Nian Junting raised his eyebrows and said, “Get in. I’m starving.”
“Ah, alright,” responded Luosang. While speaking, she took a step forward. After that, the car door opened automatically, and she sat in the car, feeling flattered.
As Nian Junting’s former carer, she felt that this car was way too luxurious for her.
“Look at you, sweating with disheveled hair. You’re out on a date with me. Don’t you think that you’re being too casual?” Nian Junting looked at her up and down, then handed her a few tissues discontentedly.
Luosang took the tissue, gave a start, then asked, “Da-date?”
“That’s an elegant way of speaking. In a relatively unpleasant way, we’re just meeting up.” Nian Junting refused to admit that it was a date, because he didn’t want Luosang to get proud.
“Look at your clothes. How long have you been wearing them? They look washed-out.”
Luosang chuckled, then raised her head and replied, “I’m so pretty that I can walk the red carpet in rags.”
The corners of Nian Junting’s mouth twitched up slightly. “Do you have any sense of shame?” he asked.
Luosang rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve learned this from you.” I guess now you understand how I’ve felt when listening to your narcissistic talks every day.
