On the phone, Wen Yun felt somewhat conflicted.
Out of her professional duty as an agent, she instinctively wanted to make a good connection with Xu Qingyan. Yet she feared that Lin Wanzhou, in a moment of rashness, might mistake polite conversation for flirtation due to the overwhelming enthusiasm.
"Sigh," she let out a soft sigh, "Zhouzhou, just forward his contact information to me."
"Don't want to."
Wen Yun: "......."
This buff is stacking too high, an old-fashioned first love, and so many years later, still untwisted and talented. Apart from being a bit poor, there seems to be no other flaws.
Being able to write songs, being a bit poor actually isn't a big deal... but I fear 'Jiang Lang has exhausted his creativity,' and also fear that he might be suitable for friendship but not for romance.
"It's about a collaboration, are you going to discuss it yourself?"
"... Oh."
The living room.
Xu Qingyan received a reminder from Lin Wanzhou, telling him Wen Yun would contact him later. He had just replied okay when Zhou Mian also sent him a message, filled with exclamation marks.
"Such a loss, a potential cp with watchability gone!!!"
"Fortunately, it's only two days left, hoping nothing else unexpected occurs!!!"
"This storm is hitting us, so I don't know how we'll shoot today. But the typhoon will pass by tomorrow, and for the last day or two, the impact should be minimal."
Outside, the torrential rain hadn't ceased, making the air feel somewhat suffocating.
"There won't be any new guests arriving, right?" he asked via text.
"Bro, you're joking, right? Where do you find people during a typhoon?" Zhou Mian replied quickly, "Director Chen said to just shoot what we can, missing one person doesn't affect much."
With Chen Feiyu's incident in the morning, paired with the storm, proper filming was definitely off the table.
So the filming crew began to shoot sporadically, following the contestants wherever they went. The entire Love House seemed to be in a state of semi-chaos, with Nian Shuyu, now vacant, becoming the new target of everyone's interest.
The audience enjoyed their popcorn moments even more when they saw drama unfold. Many netizens empathized with Nian Shuyu, and as they watched the male guests come forward to console her, they also expressed their thrill.
It seemed like a loss for the production team, but in essence, they didn't lose much. Missing Chen Feiyu, under the guise of redemption, they could still bring about a new couple.
Xu Qingyan couldn't just sit around idly, so he aimlessly wandered around the Love House, meandering from the first floor to the third floor without purpose. The director had asked them to write letters of affection, to be read around the stove in the afternoon.
The other guests reacted differently, but he was truly troubled.
Xu Qingyan, sweating profusely, typed furiously, "Curiosity killed the cat, you'd better retract your last message."
"I certainly will not."
The chat ended there, Xu Qingyan exited the chat screen with Pei Muchan, and sent a WeChat message telling Lin Wanzhou that he was on the third floor in the glass conservatory balcony area.
As soon as he exited, he suddenly realized that he had missed a message from Shen Jinyue.
Looking at the time, it was sent fifteen minutes ago.
Shen Jinyue: "Hello, hello!! Guess who I'm going to write a letter to this afternoon."
"Try to guess!"
"?????"
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"You're not replying to my messages! Xu Qingyan, you're really something! I'll bite you to death!"
He glanced at the phone screen, not at all flustered, even feeling a bit amused. Tap, tap, tap, he started to reply leisurely with an exceedingly cocky tone.
"It's normal for me not to reply, which garbage collector isn't busy?"
The other party is typing....
Shen Jinyue: "Hmph, don't think I don't know, if you're not replying to me, you must be replying to someone else."
"Indeed, that's the case."
"You!!! How can you do this?"
"What about it? I type fast; it's not like I can't handle chatting," Xu Qingyan, without any sense of guilt, "Next time I send out a mass message, I will definitely include you."
"Go die, Xu Qingyan, you weren't like this before! (clenched little fists) (eyelashes whirring like fan blades) (about to cry)" Shen Jinyue was frantic yet helpless, desperately sending messages to disturb him.
"Stop it, or I'll delete you if you keep going crazy."
"Fine. (teary eyes) (delicate little hands crawling twisted on the ground)"
Xu Qingyan straightaway swiped out of the chat and saw that Lin Wanzhou had replied with an "Okay," five minutes ago. There was a noise from the stairwell, faintly the sound of footsteps.
Rain pattered and smacked against the glass roof, and the sound from that end didn't seem very distinct.
With an outline already roughly formed in his mind, even though he had a good idea of what to say, he was still nervous. He didn't even look toward the staircase; his gaze, as if compelled by some demon, wandered into the midst of the heavy rain.
In the typhoon weather, the downpour is not likely to stop anytime soon.