Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

She turned around and looked at Sun Linan sharply. “You told him that I’m in Beijing?”

Sun Linan immediately shook his head and clarified, “No, I didn’t. You told me not to and of course I will help you keep it a secret!”

Qiao Lian understood that this guy had always been a blabbermouth, it would be a near-miracle to have him guard a secret.

For now, she could only try to reinforce the request.

Qiao Lian frowned deeply and reiterated, “Do not tell them I’m here.”

Sun Linan’s eyes wandered for a moment before he nodded.

Qiao Lian turned to look at the resting room. Around that moment, the resting room door was pushed open.

Under the light of the doorway, she could see Shen Liangchuan walking out of the room with little expression on his face.

But even so, she could somehow sense Shen Liangchuan’s displeasure.

Given he was not in the best of moods, he did not notice Qiao Lian at all. He got into the car, started the engine and drove away.

When he drove past her, she saw his profile through the open car window.

His exquisite features could not hide the biting coldness in his expression.

Perhaps from the corner of his eye he could sense someone staring at him. Thus he suddenly turned to look.

For some reason, the moment he turned to look, Qiao Lian quickly got into Sun Linan’s car, as though she was hoping he couldn’t see her.

Sun Linan, who had been in the middle of talking to Qiao Lian, bent down with surprise and asked her, “Why did you get into the car?”

Qiao Lian stared at Shen Liangchuan and half-heartedly replied to Sun Linan, “Didn’t you say you want to go for dinner?”

Sun Linan’s eyes immediately lit up. He quickly straightened himself, walked to the driver seat, opened the car door and got in. Then he saw her heave a sigh of relief.

Shen Liangchuan’s car had left the filming location.

Qiao Lian pushed the door of the passenger seat and got out of the car.

Startled, Sun Linan said, “Hey, what are you doing? Aren’t we going for dinner?”

Qiao Lian was already walking to the resting room. She didn’t bother to turn around as she called out, “You can go by yourself! Clueless fool!”

She fumed just thinking about him.

But as she walked to the resting room, she noticed that the resting room door was ajar.

From where she stood, she could look through the door opening and see Song Yuanxi.

Song Yuanxi stood there. Her thin body was trembling as though she had been emotionally shaken.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but her hands were clenched into tight fists. Her gaze was steadily fixed on the door and her expression was determined and obstinate, but also fragile.

After a moment, she relaxed her clenched fists and hung her head.

It appeared as though in that moment, all her energy had suddenly seeped away. She absent-mindedly took a step back and dropped herself on the chair.

Her image depicted dejection, someone who was aggrieved.

Qiao Lian’s eyes narrowed immediately.

Had they wrongfully accused her?

It wasn’t Song Yuanxi who had given instructions to Wang Lan? How else could one explain the 200 000?

She bit her lip, but now she no longer had any desire to ask Song Yuanxi directly.

Qiao Lian sighed. At this point, Song Yuanxi’s junior assistant had returned. Seeing Qiao Lian outside the resting room, she was stunned for a moment. “Why haven’t you gone in?”

Qiao Lian held the lunch box out to the junior assistant. “Please take this to her, I’ll be leaving.”

She immediately turned and headed off without waiting for the junior assistant to respond.

When Qiao Lian got home, she realized that Shen Liangchuan was still out.

Xia Yehua was sitting in the dining room and waved at her, calling her, “Xiao Qiao, come quickly, let’s eat.”

As Qiao Lian entered the dining room, Xia Yehua said, “Liangchuan called to say he has some matters to attend and will be home at ten tonight.”