Huayu: Starting from retirement, sweeping across the domestic entertainment industry

Chapter 208 This seems to be my room

The following morning, the dressing room of the film crew became a bit more lively.

The director had a large cake ordered, with thick layers of cream and the words "Happy Birthday Li Yitong" written on it in jam.

The staff gathered together, clapping and singing "Happy Birthday." Their voices were uneven, but very sincere.

Li Yitong stood in the middle, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, made a wish, and then blew out the candles.

She didn't have any scenes to film this afternoon. After cutting the cake and chatting with everyone for a bit, she went back to the hotel to rest early.

Li Ran and Tian Xiwei's scenes were filmed until evening.

By the time we finished work, the setting sun had already bathed the entire Hengdian in a gentle orange-red hue.

The two removed their makeup, changed their clothes, and drove towards the hotel.

When they passed by that old-fashioned bakery, Li Ran stopped for a moment, and Tian Xiwei went down to get a cake box, a white cardboard box tied with a light purple ribbon.

Back at the hotel, Li Ran parked the car and took out several bags from the trunk, including packed food, drinks, and two bottles of red wine.

Tian Xiwei followed behind him, carrying a cake box and a gift bag. The two walked one after the other.

"What gift did you prepare for Sister Tong?" Tian Xiwei asked, walking behind him and looking at his back.

Li Ran glanced back at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "The bracelet, I picked it out with Xiao Hu yesterday."

Tian Xiwei nodded, then asked, "Do you think Sister Tong will like the silk scarf I gave her?"

Li Ran smiled faintly, "The gift itself isn't important; the thought behind it is."

She secretly thought to herself that Li Yitong would probably like a set of massage sticks if Xiao Tian gave her.

As he spoke, he stopped in front of the elevator and pressed the up button.

The elevator doors opened, and the two of them walked in. Tian Xiwei tidied her hair in front of the mirror, while Li Ran leaned against the elevator wall, looking at her profile. He suddenly felt that she seemed a little different today. He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different, but she seemed quieter than usual.

The elevator arrived, the doors opened, and the motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on one by one.

The two walked to Li Yitong's door, and Tian Xiwei raised her hand and knocked three times gently.

The door opened not long after.

Li Yitong was wearing a light gray silk nightgown, her hair was loose, and her face was still damp from a shower. She looked soft and relaxed.

When she saw the person standing outside the door, the corners of her mouth curved up, and her crescent-shaped eyes curved into a beautiful arc.

"Come in quickly." She stepped aside.

Tian Xiwei went in first, placed the cake box on the table, and then handed the gift bag to Li Yitong.

"Happy birthday, Tong-jie. Do you like it?"

Li Yitong took the gift bag, unwrapped it, and found a light purple velvet box inside.

She opened it, and there was a silk scarf, light pink, made of real silk, very soft, and with a soft sheen under the light.

She unfolded the silk scarf, touched it in her hand, then wrapped it around her neck and walked to the mirror to look at herself.

"Thank you, it looks great, I love it." She turned around and looked at Tian Xiwei, her crescent-shaped eyes filled with genuine joy.

Standing beside her, Li Ran couldn't help but laugh at her emotionally charged expression.

Hearing his laughter, Li Yitong looked at him with a smile, "Little brother, where's your gift?"

Li Ran didn't say anything, but simply handed over the small box in her hand.

Li Yitong took it, glanced at him, and smiled slightly. Her crescent-shaped eyes held a hint of mischief and anticipation.

She opened it and found a silver, delicate bracelet with a tiny star pendant, which matched the necklace Hu Lianxin had given her the day before yesterday.

She held the chain up to her eyes, watching the star shimmer with tiny lights under the lamplight, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Help me put it on," she said, handing over the bracelet, but her gaze remained fixed on Li Ran's face.

Just as Li Ran was about to reach out to take it, Tian Xiwei had already taken it first.

"Sister Tong, let me help you put it on." Her voice wasn't loud, but her movements were quick, as if she was afraid Li Ran would steal the opportunity.

She took the bracelet, lowered her head, and carefully fastened the clasp.

Li Yitong stretched out her wrist, looked at Tian Xiwei's serious profile, and smiled slightly, her crescent-shaped eyes carrying an indescribable smile.

Li Ran stood to the side, watching this scene without saying a word.

Oda must have realized something.

She's not stupid; she couldn't possibly have missed those subtle, undeniable clues forever.

She simply didn't say it, using this method to remind him, and also to remind Li Yitong.

"Okay." Tian Xiwei fastened the clasp, looked up, and smiled at the small star on Li Yitong's wrist.

"nice."

Li Yitong shook her wrist, and the silver chain shimmered under the light. The star swayed gently with her movement, like a real star resting on her fair skin.

"Thank you." She looked at the two of them, her gaze lingering on Tian Xiwei's face for a moment, then on Li Ran's face for a moment, before returning to the star on her wrist.

By the time the dinner was almost over, most of the dishes on the table had gone cold, two bottles of red wine were empty, and the third was almost finished.

Tian Xiwei leaned back in her chair, her face flushed like a ripe peach. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, but a smile lingered on her lips, though it was unclear what she was happy about.

Li Yitong wasn't much better off. She lay on the table, her face buried in her arms. After a while, she raised her head, her gaze wandering around in a daze before finally settling on Li Ran. Then she leaned to one side, resting her head on his shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck, tickling him.

Tian Xiwei squinted for a few seconds, her brows furrowing slightly, as if she was trying to focus or try to understand the scene before her.

"Sister Tong, why are you lying on top of Li Ran?" Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with drunkenness, and the last syllable was drawn out.

Li Yitong smiled, a smile that appeared particularly languid under the influence of alcohol, like a satiated cat, its eyes half-closed, too lazy to move, wanting only to find a comfortable place to curl up.

"Can't I lie on top of my brother?" Her voice was light and airy, with a hint of coquetry.

Her whole body was flushed, from her cheeks to her neck, and from her neck to her exposed collarbone, as if she had been soaked in warm water, ripe and soft, and even her voice carried a sweet, alcoholic smell.

Tian Xiwei frowned even more, her big eyes filled with a hint of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

"No." Her voice rose slightly, carrying an undeniable certainty. "He's my boyfriend, you can't do this."

She paused, as if she had thought of a better solution, then opened her arms. "Come on, lie on top of me."

.

As she spoke, she pulled Li Yitong into her arms with such speed and force that they almost both fell over.

Li Yitong stumbled as she was pulled, falling into her arms and burying her face in her shoulder, letting out a muffled laugh.

Tian Xiwei hugged her, resting her chin on her head, like she was holding a large doll, her expression satisfied and smug.

"Li Ran is a scumbag." Tian Xiwei's tone suddenly became serious. "I'm the one who's my sister's little darling."

As she spoke, she patted Li Yitong on the back, as if she were coaxing a child.

Li Yitong lifted her head from her embrace and looked at her. Her crescent-shaped eyes shone brightly under the influence of alcohol.

She reached out and gently touched Tian Xiwei's face, her fingertips sliding slowly from her cheek to her chin.

"Xiaotian, you smell so good." Her voice was soft, carrying a sincere and undisguised praise.

Tian Xiwei felt a little embarrassed by being touched, and her face turned even redder, but the corners of her mouth were turned up, clearly indicating that she was enjoying it.

"Sister Tong, your eyes are so beautiful when you smile."

As she spoke, she reached out and touched Li Yitong's face, gently tapping the corner of her eye with her finger.

Li Ran sat to the side, watching the two drunken women act crazy, and shook his head helplessly.

They leaned against each other, face to face, their breaths mingling. The air was filled with the fruity scent of red wine and the different perfumes they wore, blending together into an indescribable, ambiguous, and heart-pounding atmosphere.

He picked up his glass, took a sip, and then put it down, finding it empty.

"You two are about to kiss," he said helplessly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

Li Yitong turned her head and looked at him, her crescent-shaped eyes curving into a smile.

"What's wrong? Is your little brother jealous?"

Her voice was light and airy, with a hint of provocation.

Li Yitong let go of Tian Xiwei, moved to Li Ran's side, grabbed his arm, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek.

Her lips were soft, warm from the alcohol, and had a sweetness that she couldn't quite describe, a sweetness that belonged to her alone.

"I'll give you a reward," she said, her tone slightly mischievous.

Li Ran was completely stunned.

He subconsciously looked at Tian Xiwei—she was watching this scene, her big eyes filled with a hint of drunkenness, a touch of confusion, and something else indescribable.

The thunderous punch that Li Ran had imagined from Xi Wei never came.

His heart skipped a beat, and his mind raced through various explanations, but before he could speak, Tian Xiwei smiled.

She chuckled softly, then leaned over Li Yitong, wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, rested her chin on her shoulder, and looked at Li Ran.

"I want one too."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry.

Li Ran looked at the two of them, one lying on top of him and the other on top of her, the three of them piled up together, like some strange geometric shape that could only be assembled successfully after drinking.

The night outside the window was deep; a thin beam of streetlight light seeped through the gap in the curtains and fell on the carpet.

The food on the table was completely cold, three bottles of red wine were empty, and the fourth bottle was half-empty.

The next morning, Li Ran was woken up by Tian Xiwei's fist.

To be precise, I was first kicked in the back, followed by a barrage of punches to my shoulders and sides.

The force was neither too light nor too heavy, but it carried a fierce determination that said, "I'm going to beat you to death."

He was abruptly dragged out of his sleep; his mind hadn't even registered anything, and his body instinctively recoiled, almost rolling off the bed.

When Tian Xiwei slowly opened her eyes, what she saw was Li Ran's back.

She didn't care, assuming she had blacked out from drinking the night before and had even forgotten when Li Ran carried her back to rest.

She propped herself up and sat up, her head still aching and dizzy, her temples throbbing.

She glanced down at her clothes, which were still on, and pouted. How come Li Ran doesn't know how to take care of people?

She glanced at Li Ran again. He was lying on his side, the blanket only covering his waist, revealing his bare back. He was breathing steadily and sleeping like a log.

She was about to reach out and shake him when she turned around and froze.

Li Ran had his back to her, and he was holding someone else in his arms.

The two people faced each other, face to face, noses almost touching, with only a thin layer of air between their lips.

Tian Xiwei felt like her head was about to explode.

It wasn't pain, but a buzzing white noise that poured down from above her head, instantly engulfing her entire body.

She stared at the two faces so close together, at Li Yitong's hand on Li Ran's waist, at Li Ran's chin resting on Li Yitong's shoulder—she suddenly felt that the scene was absurd, so absurd that she thought she was still dreaming.

She raised her foot and kicked Li Ran in the back with considerable force, causing the mattress to shake violently.

Li Ran grunted and moved closer to Li Yitong.

Tian Xiwei's anger flared even more. She lunged at him, pounding her fists on his shoulder repeatedly, quickly and urgently, as if she were knocking on a wall that shouldn't exist.

"Li Ran!"

Li Ran suddenly woke up with a start. He opened his eyes and saw Li Yitong's face in front of him.

The face was so close, with long eyelashes, fair skin, and slightly parted lips, its warm breath brushing against his face.

He froze for a second, then felt a dull pain in his back and heard Tian Xiwei's angry roar in his ear.

He quickly turned his head and looked at Tian Xiwei.

She knelt on the bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide open, her eyes red-rimmed, but she didn't cry.

She just stared at him like a cat with its fur standing on end, its quills bristling.

"What are you doing?" Li Ran's voice was hoarse, carrying the bewilderment of being just woken up and a hint of guilt.

Li Yitong also woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Li Ran's face close to hers, and then she saw Tian Xiwei kneeling beside her, her big eyes filled with anger.

She blinked, and her mind began to replay the scenes from last night, frame by frame.

Drunk, she lay on top of Li Ran and kissed his face. Tian Xiwei pulled her over, and the three of them piled on top of each other. And then—and then she couldn't remember anything.

Her face slowly turned red.

Starting from the neck, it spreads all the way to the base of the ears, to the cheeks, and to the forehead.

She didn't say anything, but slowly sat up, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.

Li Ran glanced at Tian Xiwei, then at Li Yitong, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound calm.

"Uh...we all drank too much."

Tian Xiwei stared at those two innocent eyes, her memories replaying in her mind.

She remembered what happened last night—Li Yitong lay on top of him and kissed him, she pulled Li Yitong closer, and then—she kissed him too? She couldn't remember.

But she remembers saying, "I want one too!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Li Ran opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found that he couldn't say anything.

All three of them drank too much and ended up in the same bed. This explanation sounds like an excuse, but it's true.

The room was silent for a few seconds. Each of the three was lost in their own thoughts, and none of them spoke again.

Li Yitong was the first to move. She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the carpet—

"I'm going back now."

She walked to the door, opened it, and then came back.

"Um—this seems to be my room."