Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 166 Lin Qingruan x Mo Yucheng: My name is Lin Qingruan

As soon as December passed, it was the final week of the Beijing University, and Lin Qingruan was so anxious that she was worried.

The reason was simple. The final exams at Kyoto University were extremely strict. Student IDs had to be checked for photo comparison in every exam. As luck would have it, her student ID disappeared the night she came back from Dongjiao. She didn't know where it was left.

As a last resort, she had to go and apply for a new one on Monday.

Before leaving, she complained to Jian Yi: "I didn't get any roles and I also lost my student ID. How unlucky."

"Just treat it as a way to make yourself familiar to me. Who knows, I might think of you when there's a role suitable for you in the future."

Jian Yi comforted her with a few words, then she pulled the drawer and stuffed two stomach medicine pills into her pocket, which was very considerate.

Lin Qingruan forced a smile. So what if she was a familiar face? The entertainment industry was not short of outstanding beauties. Why should the big director give the role to her if they were not related?

Lin Qingruan kept all these words in her heart. She entered society early and started working in an off-campus part-time agency during high school. She played many supporting roles in Hengdian during the winter and summer vacations. The childishness she had in school was all smoothed out by the edges of society. When others were still waiting to become famous, she understood that there were no opportunities in this circle, but only the invisible capital and hard work behind the scenes.

When she was leaving the house, she called her aunt on the way. It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the whole family should have just finished preparing breakfast.

"How can a student earn money for his family? My aunt has money at home. You can support me when you become a big star." Zhao Meihua didn't have much idea and just asked, "Qing Ruan, you can make movies after graduation, right?"

Zhao Meihua has her own family and a son who just started middle school. On the happy New Year's Eve, Lin Qingruan went to school and never went back to disturb the family gathering.

After a short break, she was about to continue walking up when she saw Mo Yucheng leaning against the corner of the stairs where the sunlight was fading. The winter chill had not yet dissipated, and he seemed to have brought the warmth of midsummer when he stood there. He laughed wantonly and raised his chin slightly, as a greeting to her.

"It doesn't really matter how much you earn. I just want to see you on TV. You've been so busy these past two years and haven't been home."

Lin Qingruan used this reason many times, and Zhao Meihua believed it every time.

In fact, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them. When Lin Qingruan was just born, she was abandoned by her unreliable parents, and it was Zhao Meihua who took her home to raise her. At that time, she was too young to understand the pain of living under someone else's roof, but later when she grew up, she could always feel a little awkward and subtle atmosphere.

Zhao Meihua had just sat down to rest her feet when she received her call. She was very happy and asked her how her life was going recently.

Lin Qingruan's eyes suddenly became sore. She suppressed the bitterness in her throat and said in a gentle voice, "I will go back to see you when I am free in a while."

Zhao Meihua said: "It's nothing serious, just a minor problem, it hurts from time to time, it's too troublesome to go to the hospital."

"Then you won't be back for the winter break?"

The winter morning was filled with an indescribable chill. Lin Qingruan hung up the phone and walked quickly to the office building. The academic affairs office was on the fifth floor. She climbed to the third floor in one breath and gradually felt the blood flow smoothly throughout her body, and the warmth returned to her body.

Lin Qingruan paused, then replied calmly, "I can't go back. The crew is rushing to film, and it takes too much time to go back and forth. I'm not a big star, so how can I dare to put on airs."

Lin Qingruan said it was okay, but she was worried about her poor health a few days ago, so she asked her to take some time to go to the hospital for a check-up.

"If you don't want to go, I'll personally accompany you during the winter vacation." Lin Qingruan said, "Don't ignore minor problems, go and get them checked to feel at ease. Aunt, I transferred some money to your bank card yesterday. It's not much, so take it first."

Zhao Meihua sighed and wanted to refuse her kindness, but this child always transferred money into her account without even saying hello.

Lin Qingruan's eyelashes trembled, and her mind paused briefly because of his smile.

Then she walked straight past him without looking around.

"Qing Ruan."

Mo Yucheng followed behind and called her softly. His words were very vague, but the two words of coldness and clarity made him sound affectionate. Lin Qingruan subconsciously turned back to look at him. It was the first time someone called her such an intimate name. She subconsciously shuddered and asked him with a confused look on her face, "How do you know my name?"

"Because of it."

Pinching a dark green cover with two fingers, the gold-plated font was clearly visible. Lin Qingruan narrowed his eyes and subconsciously reached out to take it.

But Mo Yucheng just wouldn't let her have her way. He just leaned slightly to the side, leaving her empty-handed. He let out a few mischievous laughs, and did not forget to kindly support her waist which was about to break.

He was born with a bad character, but he had a good-looking appearance that women could not resist. He glanced at me with his raised eyes and a smile, which attracted the sidelong glances of female classmates passing by.

Lin Qingruan looked at him coldly from beginning to end. She propped up her arms in a confrontational posture and asked him directly, "What do you want?"

"I want to ask you a favor."

Mo Yucheng leaned his arm against the wall, got closer, and took out two tickets and waved them in front of her like a magician, "A friend gave me two tickets for a play. I don't know anything about it and I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed if I go, so I want to ask you to go with me to show support."

Lin Qingruan glanced at it.

I don't know if he really doesn't understand or is pretending not to understand. The tasting sessions where tickets are hard to get are attended by veteran artists, and most of the tickets are circulated internally as favors, which are something ordinary art students like them can only dream of.

Lin Qingruan couldn't grasp his thoughts for a moment, and facing his frivolous and affectionate eyes, her emotions fluctuated uncontrollably, her reason and calmness were secretly judging.

What a romantic man he must be. He had a perfect grasp of the ambiguous atmosphere and used sweet words to weave a cage to attack her in an orderly manner.

Lin Qingruan sighed silently, then quickly raised her eyebrows and said "Okay" crisply.

She even laughed with interest, wanting to see how many tricks he had and how much sincerity he could show.

Mo Yucheng made a "please" gesture and smiled generously. There was not much disgusting smell of smoke and alcohol on him. When he smiled, his smile was bright and dazzling, as if his whole body was stained with the casualness and calmness paved with money and prosperity.

Lin Qingruan felt uneasy with every step he took.

They were still walking on the same road, a road she walked countless times every day to enter and leave the school.

But she just felt that if she walked out on this road today, this road would be different in the future.

She was in deep thought, thinking about all kinds of things. In the complex mood of doubt and confusion, the man who was walking lazily in front of her suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

Mo Yucheng was about to speak.

Then Lin Qingruan said, "My name is Lin Qingruan."

Her voice was as clear as pearls, falling on a white jade plate, transparent and psychic, without any dragging or hesitation.

Mo Yucheng's lips curled up and he raised his eyebrows helplessly. He called her full name obediently, but it was more sad than when he just called the last two words. He held it under his tongue like a lover's whisper.

"Lin Qingruan."

It seemed as if he was examining her, or sizing her up. In short, when those sparkling eyes fell on Lin Qingruan's face, she almost subconsciously felt her scalp tingling. It wasn't because of the powerful aura, but because she was not used to it. She was not used to someone staring at her so openly.

Mo Yucheng savored her three words. He slowed down his pace for a moment, gradually moving to the level of her shoulders. He turned his head and happened to meet her gaze.

Lin Qingruan glanced at him and suddenly said, "Thank you."