I Want To Be In A Relationship Chapter 11: Dinner Date (1)

The party hadn’t started for long, but those people in the box had already hit it off and formed a few small groups. While people were at a hot buzz, Yu Qinghuan sat in a corner alone and got covered by a money tree, making him even more insignificant.

It was director Liu that noticed that Zhao Qingyuan had come.

After three rounds of wine, the usual seriousness on his face was totally gone. While drawing a big picture for those drunk casts, he suddenly heard someone snort in the corner unexpectedly.

When he followed the sound, wondering who was so bold, he looked right into Zhao Qingyuan’s provoking eyes.

When did he come?

Director Liu got startled and immediately moved his a.s.s to him, “Why are you hiding in here? You should have said hi to us.”

 “Why bother?” Zhao Qingyuan waved his hand at him casually, saying, “It’s too noisy there. I’d better stay here.” Liu Jia’an had ever served as Zhao Qingyuan’s grandfather’s solider. They still had contacts after Liu Jia’an got demobilized, so they always kept a good relationship.

Although director Liu became a has-been now, throughout the whole entertainment circle, only Zhao Qingyuan would dare to talk to him with this tone.

 “You kid!” Director Liu really wasn’t angry with him. He derided him while catching a glance at Yu Qinghuan who was sitting next to him, “You know him?”

 “Of course.” Zhao Qingyuan smiled and then clasped Yu Qinghuan’s neck, “This is my buddy.”

With the corner of his eye cramped, Yu Qinghuan brushed off his hand. Zhao Qingyuan didn’t get angry. Instead, he sat even closer and tried to cuddle him again like sticking plaster.

On seeing that, director Liu nodded smilingly, “Hm, Qinghuan is a good kid. You can not bully him.”

Zhao Qingyuan rolled his eyes as the response.

While they were chatting harmoniously, all the other people already dropped their jaws.

When did Zhao Qingyuan come? Why had none of them even noticed?

He was the best actor winner, and this was his movie party. Why would he hide himself? None of them had Monkey King’s eyes. How could they recognize him?

Those who had turned up their noses at Yu Qinghuan felt really sorry now.

If they had known that Zhao Qingyuan was sitting in the corner, they would s.n.a.t.c.h a position there whatever the cost was!

All the others felt remorseful and changed their att.i.tude  a180. They all bowed and sc.r.a.ped to propose a toast. But as c.o.c.ky as Zhao Qingyuan was, he didn’t buy it at all. He took none from them, including w.a.n.g Cheng.

 “I don’t drink.” Leaning on the chair, Zhao Qingyuan caught a glimpse of w.a.n.g Chengcheng randomly.

 “It’s my fault.” With a fine-tuned smile on her face, w.a.n.g Chengcheng didn’t feel embarra.s.sed at all. She quickly put down the gla.s.s of wine and changed it to a gla.s.s of corn juice, then said to Zhao Qingyuan, “Mr. Zhao, how about I propose a toast with the corn juice?”

w.a.n.g Chengcheng not only had a perfect outline, her bone structure was also perfect. With that fair-skinned and slim fingers holding the gla.s.s of bright yellow corn juice, what a feast to the eyes!

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Zhao Qinghuan just started at him. Only until w.a.n.g Chengcheng’s hand got sour did he turned his head, “I’m sorry. I have had enough corn juice tonight.”

This time w.a.n.g Chengcheng really felt humiliated. She made an excuse and went back to her own seat.

Having been messed up by Zhao Qinghuan, the second half of the party seemed quite not right. It was supposed to end at 8. But now was only 7:30, and most people had already gone.

Yu Qinghuan turned down Zhao Qingyuan’s proposal of having another round of drink. And then he sneaked back home while the party was still on.

Yu Qinghuan kept receiving messages from Zhao Qingyuan all the way home. Maybe Zhao hadn’t had someone to talk to for a long time. Now he finally got one and kept nagging at him like he had just grown a mouth.

Zhao Qingyuan: Qinghuan, you are new in this circle. There’re so many things you don’t know. w.a.n.g Chengcheng looks pretty though, actually she is the most scheming one among all of you! If I accepted her toast tonight, maybe the gossip between us would hit the headlines early next morning.

Zhao Qingyuan: That Li Hongxiu is also a b.i.t.c.h. Oh man! See what kind of casts director Liu had chosen.

Zhao Qingyuan: Qinghuan, let me tell you. Don’t overthink things. Alas, I think I am the last pure land in this circle. As straightforward as I am, I wouldn’t be welcomed anywhere. Never mind. I’m better shut myself and try to improve my acting skills and maybe someday I’m gonna win an Oscar.

Yu Qinghuan scrolled all the messages expressionlessly. He didn’t reply any, only threw his phone on the couch.

He was not sure whether Zhao Qingyuan was the last pure land of the circle, but what he was sure was he was a total freak.

Zhao Qingyuan had waited for a few minutes but still got no reply, so he kept bombing him with more messages.

Zhao Qingyuan: Qinghuan, did you receive my messages?

Zhao Qingyuan: Qinghuan, why don’t you text me back? p.i.s.sed off? Having a bath? Or being asleep already?

…

Yu Qinghuan got really annoyed by the nonstop messages, so he unlocked his phone and started to reply Zhao’s messages…

Yu Qinghuan: Don’t worry. You will always be popular wherever you go.

Zhao Qingyuan replied in a split second: Wow! That’s so kind of you! Trying to comfort me.

Yu Qinghuan: But an Oscar? A definite no!

Zhao Qingyuan:…

Zhao Qingyuan: Qinghuan, you really hurt my feeling, you know? I am the best actor winner!

Yu Qinghuan: Oh. Gotta sleep. Nighty night!

Zhao Qingyuan: …

If Yu Qinghuan said he was going to sleep, he really meant it. He had worked too hard in his precious life. Shooting the whole night wasn’t a rare thing. The result was his body broke down before he was thirty. And finally he had a chance to reincarnate, and Yu Qinghuan decided he would take good care of this body.

He would lie in bed at 10 on time every night. But tonight he couldn’t fall asleep however hard he tried. He always thought something was on his mind.

He racked his brain but still couldn’t remember what he forgot. He even had no idea when he felt asleep.