After Filming a WLW Movie With My Straight Girl Crush 81

Chapter 81

Xu Ling’s contract with the agency had expired.

Until the very last day, Yi Huai was still trying to persuade her. “You can continue to renew with us. I’ll give you a new contract. You’ll have a considerable amount of autonomy in deciding whether to accept a promotion. You can totally study and work at the same time.”

Xu Ling’s commercial value was getting higher and higher. If it hadn’t been revealed in advance that she wouldn’t be renewing, endorsements would have surely come one after another. She was a rare artist who had developed both quickly and well. The company really couldn’t bear to let her go.

But Xu Ling’s attitude was also very firm. “No, Sister Huai. I’ve experienced it, and I’ve achieved my goal. I have a new goal, and I still want to focus on my studies now. Thank you very much for your care during this time.”

Yi Huai was very regretful, and at the same time, a little jealous. What kind of family could raise a child like this, who treated the industry that so many people were desperate to get into as just an experience?

But more than that, Yi Huai was full of blessings. “Okay then, I wish you all the best. If you have any problems in the future, you can still contact me. Even if we don’t have a working relationship, you can still call me ‘Sister,’ and I’ll still help you if I can.”

“Sister Huai!” Xu Ling was so touched. She was so lucky to have met so many good people.

On the way home, Xu Ling was worried. After the contract was settled, she would be going to Paris next week, which meant that she and Qin Cong’an would be in two different countries.

Although they had already discussed their meeting times for each year in advance, and there were still many opportunities to meet, they were so far apart that they couldn’t just see each other whenever they wanted.

Xu Ling was already thinking about Qin Cong’an in the car, remembering how she had accompanied her to learn French, so cute. How could she bear to be separated from her?

Aahhh, so annoying!

Before opening the door at home, Xu Ling was completely listless. But she took a deep breath and put on a smile. There wasn’t much time left. She couldn’t let this mood ruin their time together. There should be no regrets.

Pushing the door open, Xu Ling saw an envelope on the floor.

Hmm? Xu Ling picked it up in confusion and saw that there was nothing on the cover. She quickly went in and saw Qin Cong’an sleeping on the sofa, seemingly woken up by her movements. Xu Ling quickly said with a wary expression, “There’s a strange thing at the door!”

“What?” Qin Cong’an stretched.

“I don’t know. Is it something a sasaeng fan stuffed in?” Xu Ling was a little scared and suddenly exclaimed, “There isn’t a severed finger inside, is there!”

Qin Cong’an slanted a look at her. “I told you not to stay up late watching suspense movies last night.”

“Right, I have to deduce.” Xu Ling squeezed the envelope. “It doesn’t feel like a severed finger. It’s just a few pieces of paper. Ah, could it be some kind of threatening letter made of cutouts! And it’s in a pink envelope. This person is so perverted!”

Qin Cong’an was both speechless and wanted to laugh. She propped her head up on her side and looked at the terrified Xu Ling. “Why don’t you just open it and see?”

“The problem is, I don’t dare to open it!” Xu Ling held it out. “You do it.”

“I don’t dare either.”

“…” Xu Ling was tired. “I’ve thought of another possibility. Could it be that after our relationship became transparent, your solo fans were unhappy and stuffed it in? That seems to explain why it’s a pink envelope!”

“You really can’t stop imagining things.” As Qin Cong’an spoke, she reached out and tore open the envelope. If she didn’t do it, Xu Ling probably wouldn’t open it until next week.

Xu Ling was even more scared. She peeked inside, trembling. Good, good. No red blood for now.

Qin Cong’an reached in and took out the contents, unfolding them in front of her.

The words entered Xu Ling’s brain, and then, she was dazed.

Wait, she hadn’t misunderstood, right? Paris? Acting masterclass? Qin Cong’an?

Xu Ling came back to her senses and looked at the half-smiling face behind the acceptance letter. Her gaze refocused on the date on the letter, and then she screamed, “You’re going to Paris with me!?”

“Yes.” Qin Cong’an put away the acceptance letter she had specially printed out and placed in a pink envelope. “So mean. You actually called me a pervert.”

Xu Ling pounced into Qin Cong’an’s arms like an adult golden retriever who didn’t know its own size, her love strong enough to break ribs.

Qin Cong’an couldn’t help but let out a grunt. She stroked Xu Ling’s head. “Are you trying to stop me from going, to make me stay in the hospital?”

“Aahhh, when did you apply! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it still be a surprise if I had told you?”

Xu Ling was indeed very, very surprised. She hugged Qin Cong’an and acted spoiled until she was exhausted, and then she started to get angry. “So you’re saying, while I was sad about us being separated, you were laughing at me the whole time?”

“How could I laugh at you?” Qin Cong’an quickly comforted her. “I just received the acceptance letter too. I didn’t hide it from you for too long.”

“But you were learning French with me for this, right? You’re so good at holding it in.”

Xu Ling was instantly no longer angry. She leaned against her and wriggled. So good. They could go to Paris together. They could walk around and shop outside as they pleased. She could even take her out for a ride on her motorcycle… Xu Ling’s mind was filled only with their sweet life, and she couldn’t be sad at all.

After winning an award once, it was as if Qin Cong’an’s luck had turned. She started to win an award every year.

Before, she didn’t seem to care about winning awards, but there was still some invisible pressure, as if her acting career would be incomplete without an award. And this was indeed a memorable milestone.

And after winning the award, her mentality had also changed a little. She started to want new challenges.

Learning a new language and taking an acting masterclass in that language was a completely new and worthwhile challenge. Qin Cong’an was looking forward to further improving her abilities, and also looking forward to her life abroad with Xu Ling.

Coincidentally, Li Yan happened to be in Paris.

“Good thing I didn’t know she was here in advance. And my coming to Paris was a result of our discussion. Otherwise, I feel like someone would have gotten jealous again,” Xu Ling said, stealing a glance at Qin Cong’an in the car on the way from the airport to their residence.

“She has a girlfriend.”

“Huh?” Xu Ling was dazed. Qin Cong’an actually knew more about Li Yan’s situation than she did. “How do you know?”

“She posted it on IG.” Qin Cong’an wasn’t deliberately paying attention, absolutely not. She had just happened to see it. “It’s been almost half a year, right?”

Xu Ling didn’t know at all, nor had she heard from Meng Bai. It felt like Li Yan was about to disappear from her world, and she hadn’t paid much attention to her.

She quickly looked and saw that Li Yan had posted a photo of them together. She looked like she was Russian, with an artistic temperament.

“Wow, so beautiful,” Xu Ling exclaimed.

Although Qin Cong’an had seen it before, she still leaned over to see why she had said that. After seeing it, she also exclaimed, “Mhm, they really look good together.”

“They really do. They’re both very artistic. I wonder how they met.”

She was getting curious. Just one sentence was enough. So many thoughts. Qin Cong’an said very understandingly, “We can meet up sometime. How about I satisfy your curiosity?”

This tone… Xu Ling looked at Qin Cong’an’s smiling face and swallowed. “No, no, no. There’s no need, no need.”

“Is that so.” Qin Cong’an didn’t suggest it again. “What a pity.”

When the two of them first arrived in Paris, they were very busy, busy with registration, with various procedures, and also with integrating into a foreign life.

Qin Cong’an had never lived abroad before. Xu Ling was a senior, but there wasn’t much Xu Ling could teach Qin Cong’an. The only thing was to tell her to watch her bag.

The initial chaos gradually stabilized. Xu Ling even won the first outstanding work award of the semester.

She had designed it with the image of Qin Cong’an wearing it in mind. After getting the recognition, she immediately started to look for a studio.

Xu Ling wanted to give Qin Cong’an a surprise. She needed Qin Cong’an’s detailed measurements. She could estimate them, but since it was custom-made, of course, she wanted it to fit her figure perfectly.

Should she ask Sister Quan? But after coming to Paris, Qin Cong’an seemed to have gained a little weight. The data Sister Quan had was probably no longer suitable.

Should she secretly measure her while she was asleep? Then what would she say if she woke up?

In the end, the solution Xu Ling came up with was to have Qin Cong’an be her model for a drawing.

“Do I have to take off my clothes?” Although she was asking, Qin Cong’an’s hands had already started to unbutton, as if in anticipation.

“No, no, you can keep them on,” Xu Ling was startled.

“Okay.” A little regretful. Qin Cong’an just took off her shirt. Underneath was a camisole. She was Xu Ling’s model just like that.

Xu Ling had Qin Cong’an strike a graceful and extended pose, so that she wouldn’t get tired from holding it for a long time. “But if you get tired, just let me know. We can take a break.”

“Okay,” Qin Cong’an said, looking at her. “Can we chat?”

“We can.” It wasn’t that formal. Xu Ling was just trying to get her measurements. She didn’t plan to draw that seriously.

“How long has it been since you’ve drawn? This is the first time I’ve seen you draw.”

“It’s been a while. My drawing skills have regressed. But good thing my foundation is okay. And I have my muse for inspiration,” Xu Ling replied while starting to sketch.

Qin Cong’an didn’t take the title of “muse” seriously. After all, besides her, who else could it be? She continued to ask her curious questions. “When did you start to want to study design?”

“Junior high. At that time, there was a particularly beautiful senior in the school’s ballet troupe. She had good posture and a very individual style of dressing. I wouldn’t listen in class and would just draw her whole outfit. After I had drawn all her clothes, I would design new ones for her.”

Xu Ling said it without any guard, and also suddenly remembered that it was at this time that she had discovered that she seemed to be more interested in girls than boys.

“The teacher is so pitiful.”

This was Qin Cong’an’s only comment.

Xu Ling wasn’t good at drawing faces, but she had captured Qin Cong’an’s expression perfectly.

She had thought she wouldn’t have to draw seriously, but with such a model in front of her, as a painter, it was impossible to just sketch a few lines and be done with it. Wouldn’t that be a waste of a god-given gift?

They still took a break in the middle. It took a whole afternoon to finish. Xu Ling was satisfied and had Qin Cong’an admire it. “How is it? Are you satisfied?”

“If you cover the face, I’m very satisfied.” Qin Cong’an looked at her own expression in the drawing. Was she that sarcastic? Was it when she was with her first muse?

“I’ve found that you’re better at drawing bodies. Why don’t I take it off and we can do it again?”

“You’re so scary!”

Xu Ling wailed. In the end, she didn’t draw it. She hadn’t forgotten her main mission. She put on a professional air and said, “I need your measurements. Tell me.”

“Why?”

“You always need them after a drawing.” Xu Ling, taking advantage of the fact that Qin Cong’an didn’t know, just made it up. But she was a little guilty. Would she see through it?

“Oh, but my measurements should be updated. Do you have a soft ruler?”

Of course.

“Measure me,” Qin Cong’an said, taking the initiative, but she was very uncooperative, sometimes hugging her arms tightly, sometimes pretending to be itchy and wriggling, and even saying with a straight face, “I’m helping you rehearse how to deal with a difficult customer.”

“Wow, you’re so kind, being both my model and my standardized customer,” Xu Ling also said sarcastically.

“Most importantly, to see how you would react when a customer seduces you,” Qin Cong’an said, the back of her hand already caressing Xu Ling’s cheek, her eyes as seductive as silk.

“Th-th-this… this isn’t right, customer,” Xu Ling said, lowering her head in a panic, grabbing her hand, but not really using any force to push her away.

“What’s not right? When you were drawing me, you clearly liked it,” Qin Cong’an said, leaning in and sniffing her neck. “Why are you trembling, big designer?”