Ex-Girlfriend – Chapter 78
by Little PandaAmusing Ourselves to Death
Manager 15
Queen
When Xin Lan left, she barely maintained consciousness and collapsed directly upon entering the car.
“Lan-jie, why did you drink so much again?”
An’an took out a wet tissue to wipe her forehead, smelling the alcohol all over her body, feeling somewhat worried.
Xin Lan closed her eyes and waved her hand without speaking. Zhang Haishan, being a director, had better acting skills than actors. Seeing his condition, she had thought he was truly drunk.
Unexpectedly, just after Xin Lan finished discussing money matters, Zhang Haishan’s eyes became brighter than anyone else’s, and with a “duang” [擬聲詞 | nǐ shēng cí | onomatopoeia for sudden action], he placed alcohol in front of Xin Lan, grabbed her and started calling her laomei [老妹 | lǎo mèi | familiar term meaning “little sister”], insisting they must continue drinking.
Xin Lan had planned to stop at her limit, but Zhang Haishan kept calling her Xin meizi [辛妹子 | xīn mèi zi | intimate way of addressing a younger female], and wouldn’t stop, so Xin Lan simply sent a message to An’an to come pick her up.
This time Xin Lan had indeed drunk quite a lot; when An’an supported her out of the car door, she was still in a daze.
When Xin Lan gets drunk, she doesn’t become rowdy, she just becomes slow to react.
All sensations seemed to be separated by an invisible membrane. An’an inadvertently turned her head and met those deep eyes, startling her heart, thinking Xin Lan had sobered up.
But when she discovered Xin Lan was just staring at her without saying a word, she knew the person was still drunk.
The elevator reached the twenty-seventh floor, and An’an held Xin Lan’s bag in one hand while supporting her as they walked inside.
Just then, the sound of a door opening caught her attention. She turned her head to look and saw someone walking this way carrying a bag of garbage.
An’an recognized that person – it was Qin Yuyan, Xin Lan’s new signing whom she had seen several times with Xin Lan.
“Qin-jie, you live here too?”
An’an called out, while Xin Lan kept her head down, not lifting it even upon hearing the voice.
“Mm, did Ah Lan drink a lot?”
Qin Yuyan slightly furrowed her brows, and An’an nodded.
“Let me help.”
Qin Yuyan quickly placed the garbage back at her doorstep, then strode over and took Xin Lan from An’an’s hands.
For a moment, An’an felt something seemed off, yet also not off, as she carried Xin Lan’s bag, following behind Qin Yuyan.
Qin Yuyan and Xin Lan were about the same height, so supporting her wasn’t strenuous.
Xin Lan leaned against Qin Yuyan, her warm breath mixed with alcohol fumes spraying onto Qin Yuyan’s face.
Qin Yuyan felt a slight stirring in her heart, to the extent that the alcohol fumes transformed into an intoxicating sensation.
Using Xin Lan’s fingerprint to open the door, Qin Yuyan removed her shoes and changed into slippers. An’an put down the bag, helped Xin Lan remove her shoes, put on slippers, and turned on the lights.
Qin Yuyan helped Xin Lan to the sofa, tidying her disheveled long hair.
Xin Lan fell onto the sofa, eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
An’an poured half a cup of warm water, and just as she was about to help Xin Lan sit up, Xin Lan opened her eyes. That gaze was cold and icy, freezing An’an in place.
An’an had taken care of drunk Xin Lan before, but never had it been as frightening as now – frightening to the point where the person sitting there seemed like a stranger.
“Lan-jie, would you like some water?”
An’an’s voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something, and if one listened carefully, one could hear her trembling voice.
Xin Lan didn’t speak, unclear whether she had heard or not.
“I’ll do it, I can take care of her.”
Qin Yuyan took the water cup from An’an’s hands, while An’an hesitantly looked at Qin Yuyan.
“It’s fine, it’s getting late anyway, you should head back first. My home is right here, so it’s very convenient.”
Qin Yuyan moved closer to Xin Lan, supporting her back.
An’an thought nothing could go wrong, so she nodded.
“Then, Qin-jie, I’ll take your garbage with me.”
“Thank you.”
After the door closed, Qin Yuyan helped Xin Lan sit up a bit more, holding the paper cup to her lips.
“Ah Lan, drink some water?”
Xin Lan slightly furrowed her brows as she took a sip, unwilling to drink more.
Qin Yuyan tried coaxing her, but Xin Lan remained silent, just maintaining eye contact with Qin Yuyan to indicate she didn’t want to drink.
Qin Yuyan couldn’t help but smile, thinking how drunk Xin Lan still appeared calm, her eyes like deep cold pools, but looking carefully, they were just unfocused black.
That expression of ‘even if you keep looking at me, I still won’t drink water’ had an inexplicable cuteness.
Seeing that coaxing Xin Lan was futile, Qin Yuyan put down the cup and let Xin Lan lie back.
Xin Lan’s face was flushed red, her lips stained crimson from the alcohol, some strands of hair stuck wetly to her temples, her whole person emanating heat, looking rather uncomfortable.
Qin Yuyan found Xin Lan’s bedroom, turned and softly said to Xin Lan “I’m going in,” then pushed open the door.
Qin Yuyan’s gaze swept across the blue bedsheets and blankets, found the air conditioner remote, adjusted the temperature, closed the room’s windows, and walked toward the sofa.
She wanted to help Xin Lan up, but just as she placed Xin Lan’s arm over her shoulder, preparing to help her stand, she felt the sky and earth spinning [天旋地轉 | tiān xuán dì zhuǎn | describing dizziness].
Her head fell onto the sofa, fortunately soft and springy enough that it didn’t hurt.
But even if it had hurt, Qin Yuyan wouldn’t have minded.
She stared dazedly at the person very close to her face, able to smell the alcohol on her breath and feel the heat where their bodies touched.
For a moment, she lost all ability to react, only hearing the rapid beating of her heart in her chest.
Each beat carried joy.
The atmosphere was ambiguous, and would have been more so if Xin Lan’s hand hadn’t been gripping her neck.
Xin Lan’s hand wasn’t tightening, so Qin Yuyan wasn’t afraid.
Xin Lan looked down at Qin Yuyan from above, narrowing her eyes.
She tilted her head, with a confusion in her eyes that even she didn’t understand.
It had been instinct just now, but after this… what should she do?
Who was the person below?
Xin Lan lightly shook her head, feeling somewhat weary.
The person below seemed to be saying something, the voice by her ear stretching out, becoming an unidentifiable tone.
Xin Lan furrowed her brows, feeling somewhat irritated.
“Ah Lan? Ah Lan?”
Qin Yuyan saw Xin Lan’s wooden eyes staring at her without blinking, tentatively called out twice, but saw Xin Lan frown, appearing displeased.
Qin Yuyan experimentally placed her hand over Xin Lan’s hand, and when their warm skin touched, Xin Lan noticeably knitted her brows in displeasure.
Qin Yuyan had a sudden enlightenment that it was probably her palm’s warmth making Xin Lan uncomfortable, and quickly took Xin Lan’s hand to remove it from her neck.
“Ah Lan, shall we go to the bedroom? It’s cooler in there.”
Qin Yuyan coaxed softly, her voice carrying a gentle tone.
Ling Jiu didn’t dare make a sound, finding the situation unbearable to watch, feeling it was like a dark history of her wise and mighty host, with Qin Yuyan coaxing like one would a child.
Now that the host was drunk, but not in danger, Ling Jiu wasn’t sure whether to speak up or not.
After much consideration, Ling Jiu decided to just observe.
Xin Lan’s mind was too sluggish to think, the person below was saying something, too quiet to hear.
Annoying, Xin Lan thought.
So she reached out her hand and covered that person’s mouth.
“Noisy.”
Her voice carried some hoarseness, that face beautiful as peach blossoms, yet giving off an impression of cold impatience, weaving into something strangely contradictory yet particularly captivating to the eye.
Qin Yuyan couldn’t help but laugh, alright, she understood now – when Xin Lan was drunk, talking to her was completely useless because she didn’t want to talk at all, might as well do something more practical.
Qin Yuyan looked at herself – now was the time to test her waist strength.
She tensed her body, placed both hands on Xin Lan’s waist, and before Xin Lan could react to what she was about to do, she pushed back with her hands while using her waist and legs’ strength, standing up in an instant, holding Xin Lan securely against herself.
The current position was: Xin Lan being held in Qin Yuyan’s embrace, her long legs suspended in the air with nowhere to rest, fortunately held steady by Qin Yuyan to prevent falling – this was a typical intimate face-to-face embracing position between couples.
This was undoubtedly a high-difficulty move, leaving Ling Jiu dumbfounded.
Good heavens, the host was actually being held like this in someone’s arms.
This was definitely worth taking a screenshot to commemorate, though of course, Ling Jiu only thought about it, not having the courage to do so.
Xin Lan was also somewhat bewildered at suddenly being lifted into the air. Her eyes stared straight at Qin Yuyan, who held her and gave her a smile while carrying her step by step toward the bedroom.
The room’s air conditioner emitted cool air. Qin Yuyan placed Xin Lan on the bed, but due to limited strength, when putting Xin Lan down, she also fell onto the bed, pressing on top of Xin Lan.
Their eyes met.
One was drunk yet seemed sober, the other hadn’t drunk but seemed intoxicated and disoriented.
Qin Yuyan discovered that the usually unpleasant alcohol smell had become an enticing, seductive fragrance on Xin Lan.
It lured one to come closer, closer, and even closer, and by the time Qin Yuyan nearly came to her senses, her lips were almost touching Xin Lan’s.
What stopped her was Xin Lan’s gaze, those black pupils reflecting her face, that gaze maintaining its unchanging coldness.
Qin Yuyan frantically got up, covering her reddened face.
Her heartbeat already irregular, Qin Yuyan seemed unable to find reasons for her current abnormal state.
She took a deep breath, closed the room’s door, and went to the bathroom.
First, she washed her face with cold water, looking at her flushed face in the mirror, and knocked on her head.
She soaked a towel in cold water and wiped Xin Lan’s face.
Xin Lan closed her eyes, the creases between her brows completely smoothed out.
After wiping Xin Lan’s face, Qin Yuyan also wiped her neck.
“A drunk Ah Lan is easy to care for, but it’s still better not to get drunk.”
Qin Yuyan mumbled softly while wiping Xin Lan’s hands.
The person on the bed had closed eyes, breathing steadily.
After wiping her hands, Qin Yuyan went to the bathroom to wash the towel clean and hang it up, covered Xin Lan with the air-conditioner blanket, then went out to pour a cup of warm water, placing it at Xin Lan’s bedside in case she woke up thirsty in the middle of the night.
After doing all this, she hesitated for a moment, looked around, and after making sure there was nothing else to do, softly said goodnight to Xin Lan and closed the door.
Ling Jiu was somewhat surprised – just like that? This was too timid.
But half a minute later, she didn’t think Qin Yuyan was timid at all; that was a clever person, too smart.
Because her host had awakened.
Xin Lan opened her eyes, lifted the air-conditioner blanket, didn’t look at the door, took out sleepwear from the wardrobe, and walked into the bathroom.
She removed her makeup in front of the mirror, undid her long hair, letting it fall behind her, warm water washing over her body, and in the falling water, those eyes were exceptionally clear.
LP: Re-translated on February 21, 2025
Cmon 09, you should have captured that moment.
Mhmhm ? So mc let her do all that ? It seems she will come to like Yanyan ?
09: Lucky, i didnt take the screenshot 😵
09: Lucky, i didnt take the screenshot 😵