Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 165 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: So your name is Lin Qingruan

"Actually, you are suitable for making movies, art films, etc. But it is not easy to enter the film industry. If you really want to talk about opportunities, the one next to Director Gong is the opportunity. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Lin Qingruan looked over there, at the dark brown leather sofa, and she saw the not-so-bright road that Jiang Qingdai had pointed out to her.

He was a new director who had emerged in the film industry in recent years. He was in his thirties and had just gotten married, but he had never been free from gossip.

The translucent wine reflected her stunned face. Lin Qingruan's hand holding the wine glass shook slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she subconsciously covered her aching abdomen and apologized to Jiang Qingdai, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

As if she had anticipated her decision, Jiang Qingdai waved her hand, and bit the half-finished cigarette between her lips again, wandering calmly in this world of debauchery.

Lin Qingruan vomited violently in the bathroom. She held the wall with one hand and tightly grasped a few thin business cards with the other.

She was just one step away from the opportunity today. But was it really just one step away?

Lin Qingruan knew better than anyone how much it would take to take this step.

Dignity, body and even soul, the prevailing rule in society is equal exchange. As an ordinary person with no capital interests behind her, all she can exchange is empty beauty and a poor soul.

"What's your name?"

She hid in a corner where no one could see her, played the theme song of the movie in her headphones, closed her eyes, and every frame of the movie appeared before her eyes.

Applause broke out behind her, not very loud. Lin Qingruan hurriedly pulled off her headphones, her heart pounding like thunder. Her first reaction was to cover her face.

At the end of the film, she finally found her way home. The moment Zhou Nan stood on the ruins was the cruelest expression of war.

Lin Qingruan pursed her lips and refused to tell him her name.

She had not yet made up her mind to risk everything, and her life had not yet reached the point where she would have to sell her body. Lin Qingruan took a deep breath and carefully put the business card in the innermost pocket of her backpack.

The heroine of the story, Zhou Nan, was born in a turbulent era and is the youngest daughter in the family.

She imagined herself as the protagonist of that play, standing on the brilliant stage, singing out the drama of life.

The frivolous and playful laughter died down, and she heard a male voice coming from someone else, deep and with a hint of laughter.

This story is extremely tragic, but its greatest feature is its plain realism, without a single word of crying or sadness.

The teacher had appreciated this movie for them in the art appreciation class last semester. Lin Qingruan was deeply impressed by the movie. She was moved by the story and wanted to tell it.

She found a quiet open space and squatted down to check her Weibo, and it happened that the homepage push notification was about Director Gong’s new award-winning film "Looking for Youth".

Just like the story of the movie title, she has been searching all her life, searching for her home that was displaced by the war, searching for the bodies of her relatives buried in the ruins of war, and also searching for herself.

She raised her chin and looked over. She saw a dark corridor and a man in a neatly tailored suit. Although he was dressed very neatly, he looked lazy and romantic. He propped himself up with his arms and glanced at her frivolously. He spoke in a drawn-out tone with the lazy Beijing accent.

"Oh, I need to introduce myself first."

"Mo Yucheng." Mo Yucheng stretched out his hand towards her, his eyes narrowed slightly and naturally fell on her face.

I didn't see her face just now, but now that I'm standing in front of her, I find that this girl is really beautiful. She's as beautiful as a swan, with a slightly raised chin, unconsciously revealing pride, and a look full of vigilance and alertness when she looks at people. She's cold and beautiful, and has a fatal attraction that makes people unable to resist.

While he was looking around, Lin Qingruan was also looking at him.

She had a very accurate intuition about people. The second she heard the name, she went over it in her mind. When she confirmed that it was not someone from the entertainment industry, she breathed a sigh of relief.

At first glance, the suit he was wearing was a custom-made one of unknown brand. The watch on his wrist was a Patek Philippe Nautilus series model, with trendy and bold colors. He was most likely a second-generation rich man.

Lin Qingruan glanced at him again, and before she could make a second judgment, she heard him speak--
"He's been watching me. He's been stealing glances at me several times."

"Just two."

Lin Qingruan couldn't help but look at him again. She quickly looked away, but felt that it made things more obvious. She raised her chin and focused on his face again, just in time to meet Mo Yucheng's half-smile eyes.

Good-looking, but bad-tempered.

This was her first definition of him.

Mo Yucheng put one hand in his pocket, looking casual, "From the entertainment industry?"

"Forget it...let it go."

"Oh, I'm not very familiar with the entertainment industry in Kyoto."

Lin Qingruan raised her eyebrows and said, "Really?" Her eyes lit up, and she walked up to him in two or three steps and whispered, "Then you are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened tonight. I'm a big star... I really, really care about my personal image."

Mo Yucheng chuckled, crossed his arms and asked her, "How big of a star are you?"

How could Lin Qingruan explain it clearly? Everyone is curious. What if this playboy really has nothing to do and searches her background on the Internet?

She gestured and bullied him for being an outsider.

"A big one anyway."

Mo Yucheng nodded, he smiled cynically, and agreed to her in a long tone, "Got it, big star."

Lin Qingruan fled in panic at the word "big star".

She didn't know why she had such a feeling, maybe it was her vanity that day, or maybe he was the only one who knew her secret. His playful and teasing voice was like a hook wrapped in feathers, inadvertently stirring her complicated emotions.

That day Lin Qingruan lost her student ID card.

So she didn't know that before she realized the beginning of her fate, a man had already bent down to pick up her ID card, staring at the one-inch ID photo on a blue background and laughing lazily.

"So your name is Lin Qingruan."