Chapter 218

Sitting down again, facing Ren Lingyu's increasingly confused expression, Li Yiquan smiled and called out, "Feather."

He Lele's face turned pale.

"Mm?" For a moment, Ren Lingyu didn't notice anything wrong, but when she realized it, her already bright eyes almost popped out!

"You, you!"

"Did you finish the assignment I gave you last week?"

"Boss?!" Ren Lingyu screamed in surprise.

Slap—He Lele splashed a cup of water on Li Yiquan's face, picked up her cloth bag, and turned to leave. The bodyguard who had been dutifully guarding the side followed immediately.

"Le Le?" Ren Lingyu was confused.

"I'll explain to you later, but for now, Boss and Master need your help." Li Yiquan wiped his face with elegant calmness.

"Wh, what help?"

"Pause your cold war with that follower of yours and allow him within ten steps of you." Li Yiquan gestured with his chin toward Caesar, who had a little-wife look not far away, and instructed.

The shop windows beside her flashed past quickly. He Lele walked faster and faster, and her vision became more and more blurred.

Li Yiquan passed the bodyguard and chased after her quickly, grabbing her left arm.

"Let go of me!"

Li Yiquan let go as requested.

"Why? You know what I'm afraid of! You know how important Lingyu is to me! You already knew, so why did you still—"

"I just admitted another identity of mine. I am her Master Li Yiquan, and also her Boss L. I didn't tell her that I like you."

"You didn't say it! But the whole NG knows you—" He Lele suddenly stopped.

"Know what?" Li Yiquan looked deeply into her struggling eyes.

Being watched by his inclusive and gentle gaze, the abacus beads flying all over the sky in He Lele's heart suddenly stopped, slowly falling, gathering into a pile, and moving silently to the corner. Her nose was uncontrollably sore, and the stuffiness stuck in her chest surged out, turning into sour tears.

"The whole NG knows I like you, right?"

"..."

"Then what about you? Do you know?" He gently pulled her into his arms, "You know it too... I can hear it. Every message of yours, every song of yours... forgive me for not taking action sooner." If he had been earlier, earlier, just a few months earlier, she wouldn't have...

"No, I don't know anything." Pushing Li Yiquan away, He Lele's expression was tragic and calm, "Whether it's Li Yiquan or L, from now on, I don't know you!"

"Why? Just because Xiao Yu likes me, you have to shut me out? What if she didn't like me? Would you not have any concerns anymore? Would you not be repulsed? Instead, you would open your heart... and let me in?"

Open her heart, let him in...

"There has never," staring into his phoenix eyes that made people drown, she struggled to pull her soul back from his affectionate gaze, "never... been any 'what if'."

"So in your heart, the relationship between us is such a fragile thing?" Ren Lingyu's voice suddenly popped out from behind Li Yiquan.

"Lingyu, I..."

"Do you think I would hate you because the person I like doesn't like me? He Lele, is that the kind of person I, Ren Lingyu, am in your heart?"

"Lingyu! No, it's not, I didn't mean that, I... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"When did I become someone who needs to be hidden, lied to, covered up, and treated with caution by you? Le Le, you've disappointed me so much!"

"Lingyu!" He Lele quickly stepped forward to pull Ren Lingyu, "I'm sorry, I, I was too scared... I, I don't know what's wrong with me! So, so many things..."

"What exactly is wrong? You weren't like this before."

"I," He Lele looked at the bodyguard behind Ren Lingyu, then at Li Yiquan and Caesar, who had appeared at some point, and finally looked straight at the solemn Ren Lingyu, "I'll tell you everything, I'll tell you everything."

"Between people and people..."

He Lele was slightly stunned, took out her phone; it was her dad calling.

"Dad? What's wrong? Is something up?"

"Uh... nothing much, just asking how our girl is doing lately? Did you catch a cold? Why does your voice sound so strange?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm fine, just my nose is a bit uncomfortable." He Lele turned away from everyone and wiped her tears, "Dad, I'll call you back in a while, I have something to do now."

"Ah! Okay, okay! Actually, I don't have anything either, just wanted to ask... do you have time to come home and visit lately?"

"...Dad, what exactly happened?" He Lele asked sharply.

"Girl, your mom has been having severe angina these past few days. I asked her to go to the hospital, but she won't go. I can't persuade her, so why don't you come back and try?"

I couldn't open the message board with GPRS during this time, so I didn't see the debate on the message board after I went out yesterday morning. Regarding asking for leave and standing people up, Jiangshan is really sorry. It's not that I'm ignoring the complaining girls, but besides saying sorry, Jiangshan currently has no ability to make further promises.

Before going VIP, I was "enthusiastic and punctual" because at that time, Jiangshan had just quit her job and had plenty of time. Besides typing, I could watch TV and play games. But after going VIP, at the end of August, Jiangshan moved to a new city, changed jobs, and everything started over. Although I have been working for many years, to be honest, when arriving in a new environment—the work the seniors don't want to do is yours. And to be shameless, Jiangshan is a jack-of-all-trades in the position, often being borrowed, and the work in hand can't be handed over, so I have to do it concurrently. This situation was

indeed beyond Jiangshan's expectations.

When I started the book, I made a promise, and Jiangshan has been trying hard to maintain it. I am ashamed that I couldn't do it. Every time I asked for leave, it was because I was holding on and holding on, and only sent it out when I really couldn't hold on anymore. I know the girls are waiting very hard, but may I ask—when the girls are waiting every day, have you thought about what Jiangshan is doing?

Jiangshan knows her identity; I am just a writer, and I only have obligations to readers, not rights. So whatever the reader girls say, Jiangshan can understand and is very grateful, because the girls on Xianwang are at least reading the genuine version. And everyone's complaints are indeed because Jiangshan didn't do well first. It was me who made a promise but didn't fulfill it, it was me who let the girls' waiting fail repeatedly, so the only thing I want to explain is: my increasing requests for leave, the difference before and after I went VIP, is not because Jiangshan has changed; Jiangshan is still that Jiangshan, it's just that the time Jiangshan can control is being compressed.

It was me who let the girls down. Whatever the girls say, I accept it, but the bottom line is: Jiangshan has never thought that being a writer is anything great, nor has I ever done anything arrogant or servile to readers. I sincerely thank every girl who accompanies me on Xianwang, trying my best to maintain the balance between writing, work, and life. Not once was a request for leave because I was "too lazy to write."

At the same time as I asked for more and more leave—

Yesterday, two girlfriends came to see me from another city. One said, "I'll do anything, I just want to come and chat with you." As a result, last night the two girls were watching Happy Camp behind my back, and I was there charging my phone and typing on it. I couldn't type it out, and I stayed up until past 1 o'clock for only a thousand words.

The day before yesterday, which was the day I asked for leave, I was so sad about something that I almost went winter swimming—but I can't swim, so I had to give up. I walked all the way home suppressing my tears, arriving home after ten o'clock.

The time before last, I was so sleepy~ I set an alarm thinking I would sleep for half an hour and then get up to type. I don't know if everyone can understand the feeling of the end of the world when the alarm goes off...

Because of everyone, the vast majority of the time writing brings me incomparable joy and happiness. Because I know I'm not qualified to complain, I've been trying hard to persist.

Please believe, girls, that at least Jiangshan has never intentionally neglected everyone.

☆, (13 Xian Coins) Chapter 237: Accompanying for a Trip

Although dubbing work is more independent compared to film and television shooting, and voice actors can dub their parts separately and then synthesize them together in post-production, the effect of each person dubbing separately naturally doesn't have as much tension as group dubbing. Therefore, New Culture specifically arranged a few days of intensive group dubbing to improve the texture of key animation segments.

"Group dubbing starts tomorrow, which is also a very good learning opportunity for you. Asking for leave at this time..." Cai Mingxiao looked troubled.

"I'm sorry, Director Cai, I really need to go home and take a look." He Lele also knew it was excessive to ask for leave just after starting work, but no matter what, family is always the first priority.

"Ruan Lin will be here tomorrow! Are you sure you want to ask for leave?" Cai Mingxiao said. A group of girls started doing beauty treatments days ago as soon as they heard Ruan Lin was coming tomorrow. Tomorrow will definitely be a competition of beauty; even those without work would find an excuse to come over. I didn't expect there would be someone asking for leave here.

"..."

He Lele finally asked for leave, one afternoon plus one morning. Tomorrow afternoon, she must arrive at the company on time to participate in the afternoon group dubbing.

"You go back to see Auntie first, and when you come back, you must explain things clearly to me. Boss... you accompany Le Le for a trip."

"Lingyu, I..."

"I have the final say, no refusal allowed."

Just like that, she took Li Yiquan and the bodyguard whose name she didn't even know on the plane home.

Just as she had expected, her hometown was still the same hometown as before. Even though the flower of truth had bloomed, the fragrance called reality could never cover up the stench of rumors.

This has nothing to do with whether people are smart or stupid, nothing to do with whether people are kind or evil. People only believe what they are willing to believe. As for what can be believed or not... why would they spend effort to change their original views?

Along the way, Li Yiquan kept paying attention to the strange expressions of passersby and neighbors, the self-deceiving whispers, and the indifference on He Lele's face that hadn't changed in the slightest since getting off the plane.

In just a few dozen meters, the sky turned from light to dark, as if it had unknowingly converted into another world... Li Yiquan's phoenix eyes turned slightly, finally lowering his eyes to look at the girl in front of him, looking at her appearance that made his heart ache inexplicably.

"Dad! These are my two friends who came back with me. Where's Mom?"

Introducing the two in a perfunctory manner, He Lele went into the room to visit her mother. Her mother was a person who seemed carefree and always smiling, but she knew very well that because of her, her mother had shed countless tears behind people's backs for so many years, but once she went out, she would never frown!

"Mom? Why didn't you go see a doctor if you weren't feeling well?"

"Girl..."

"Mom? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Does your heart hurt again? Dad!"

"Don't, don't call your dad! I'm fine."

"Still saying you're fine, there's no blood left on your face! I don't care, we're going to the hospital right now."

"Girl, Mom is fine, Mom is just..."

"Fine or not, let's hear what the doctor says first."

Seeing her mother just making excuses, He Lele pulled her mother to the hospital without a word.

"Dad, when did Mom start having angina? Did she have it before and was very careful, or did something special happen?" While her mother was being examined, He Lele asked her father.

"Nothing special, she was just happily laughing as usual. Ah! Right, I almost forgot, Xiao Ya came back a few days ago—"

"Wait! Who?" In an instant, He Lele's voice changed a bit.

"Xiao Ya! That little girl who played very well with you when you were young! Her dad is the mayor, remember?"

"...I remember." Of course she remembered. "Did Mom meet her?"

— Author's Notes —

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