The voice message was very brief.
Lu Qingyan parked the car on the side of the road.
He slid his finger upward and stopped at the time when Su Ran transferred a sum of money to him. It had been almost a month.
During this period, Su Ran also sent him a lot of messages, but he had not used this WeChat account for a long time, so he did not read what Su Ran sent him.
He logged out and canceled this account directly.
Then, he drove to Beijing University.
***
Eleven o’clock in the morning, in a hotel in Beijing—
Su Ran woke up from a nightmare.
She lay on the bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling. She realized that this was not her home. She looked around nervously and found that it was a hotel.
She sat up suddenly, which caused her waist to ache.
The memory of last night slowly came back to her. Her face turned pale as she looked at her reflection on the LCD screen in front of her. She was naked, and because of her fair skin, the purple bruises and kiss marks on her skin were particularly obvious.
She slept with a man yesterday.
The plum blossoms on the white sheets pricked her heart.
She remembered that it was Lu Qingyan, yes, Lu Qingyan…
Where’s the phone, her phone?
Su Ran endured the pain in her body and looked for her phone everywhere. She found that it was out of power. She hurriedly put on her clothes and went to find a charger.
This was her new phone. The old one was broken.
So when she turned on her phone, it exploded with messages, causing her phone to almost freeze.
The one who called her the most and sent her the most messages was Cheng An, followed by her agent Amy, who called her a full 20 times at 8 o’clock in the morning and left her a message at the end.
[Take care of yourself!]
Su Ran then remembered that she had to audition for Director Wen’s female lead drama today.
But it was already eleven o’clock, and the audition registration time had passed. If she went now, she probably wouldn’t be able to get in.
At this moment, none of these messages were as important as her urgent desire to find out who came last night.
With shaking hands, she found Lu Qingyan’s WeChat, which contained a message she sent but no reply.
She remembered that she had made a voice call.
Lu Qingyan also answered the call, so why was there no record?
She sent a message to Lu Qingyan.
Immediately, a gray message popped up saying: [The other party cannot receive the message.]
The phone fell weakly on the bed, and tears fell heavily on the bed.
He cancelled this WeChat account, but why…
Wasn’t he the one who was here last night?
Why didn’t Lu Qingyan want her anymore?
She wanted to ask clearly.
But reason kept pulling her nerves, telling her that the man last night was not Lu Qingyan.
She convinced herself that the call message was deleted by mistake because she only called him yesterday.
After washing up, Su Ran put on a mask and a hat and left the hotel.
The sunlight outside shone on her body, but she was still shivering with cold, and tears kept flowing.
She now hoped that the man was Lu Qingyan, otherwise, she would not be able to live.
While sitting in the taxi, she thought back to the nightmare she had that night.
She dreamed that she was the heroine of the world, the darling of luck, the representative of beauty, a popular star, and all the high-quality men were her subordinates…
But her golden luck dissipated, and she slowly became mediocre. Popularity and high-quality men had nothing to do with her. In the end, she framed others out of jealousy and died in jail.
The dream was very vague.
Su Ran rubbed her eyebrows, thought of her situation, and laughed at herself.
If she were the heroine, she would not have ended up like this.
She didn’t even know who the man who slept with her was.
She felt resentful and regretful.
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She honestly asked for it. There was a familiar guy who warned her and even wanted to take her to the hospital. But she chose to leave and wait for her “love”
Though I believe that Ciqiu shouldn’t sleep with obviously drunk/drugged woman. There is no consent.
To be clear.
And to all fellow women out there – if you feel drunk or drugged, go to a safe place. Don’t call your crushes/exes/bfs to pick you up.
Safety first!!!
She’s no longer heavens child.