Top Chinese celebrity: Debuted from Running Man

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"Sister Xiaoya, what should I say when I see Sister Yaya later?"

Gu Qing rarely showed a look of bewilderment, and turned to look at Zhao Ya.

He genuinely didn't know how to comfort a woman who had just experienced marital betrayal.

Zhao Ya was stunned for a moment.
He then revealed a relieved expression:

"Boss, listen to me."

She spoke seriously, her tone carrying the certainty of someone who had watched "Empresses in the Palace" countless times.

"A woman who has been hurt needs quiet companionship."

Zhao Ya said seriously, "You absolutely must not mention Director Sicheng, not a single word of him."

Phrases like "He'll change his mind" or "Your relationship over the years hasn't been easy" sound like comforting words, but they actually cause further harm.

Gu Qing nodded again, keeping these words in mind.

"Just be a good listener. Listen to what she wants to say. Don't say anything comforting—the more you comfort her, the more she'll want to cry."

Zhao Ya paused for a moment, then continued to share her experience: "You can talk to Sister Ya Ya about your situation."

For example, mention her birthday party, or how harshly Yi Lijing interviewed you, and how you responded. Talk about happy things to distract her.

She thought for a moment and added, "At least it can keep me occupied for a while."

When it's almost time, just say you have other work to do and leave.

This kind of thing is not something we outsiders can solve.

"okay, I get it."

Gu Qing took notes carefully and began to look at Zhao Ya with new respect.

This girl usually reads palace intrigue novels and laughs around, but she's actually quite reliable when it really matters.

The vehicle slowly drove into the residential area.

It's unclear whether Ya Ya gave prior notice or if the security guard had seen Gu Qing's face before.

After all, he had been here several times before—the security guard simply nodded and let him through.

After parking the car, Gu Qing took a deep breath and opened the car door.

The night breeze was cool, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Zhao Ya followed behind and whispered, "Boss, keep it up!"

Gu Qing nodded and stepped towards that familiar door.

He stood at the door, raised his hand, and knocked gently.

"Boom boom boom——"

A rustling sound came from inside, followed by footsteps approaching.

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was a woman with her hair down.

She was wearing a silk nightgown that shimmered softly in the dim light of the hallway lamp.

She has a gentle oval face, fair and delicate skin, and dark, deep eyes that are round in shape with high slits and slightly upturned corners, giving her a natural gentleness.

But at this moment,
Those eyes were red and swollen, with obvious tear stains.

She looked frail and haggard.

Gu Qing glanced at it only once before quickly lowering her head.

"Sister Ya Ya," he said softly, "are you alright?"

Zhao Ya, standing behind him, closed her eyes in anguish.

It’s over.

It was all for nothing.

The boss didn't hear a single word I said!
Asking "Are you alright?" as soon as you meet is like rubbing salt into a wound!
Zhao Ya was internally ranting and raving, wishing she could rush up and shake her boss awake.

But the next second—

Ya Ya was slightly taken aback.

Her swollen eyes were slightly open and rounded. She glanced at Gu Qing, gave a forced smile without making a sound, gently brushed the hair behind her ear, and then reached out and took Gu Qing's arm.

“Little brother,” she said in a gentle, husky voice, speaking a little quickly, “I’m alright, come in.”

Gu Qing was pulled inside by her, feeling vaguely that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Doesn't my sister Yaya speak with a Xinjiang accent?

Why do you smell a bit rough around the edges after not seeing you for a while?

Just then, Zhao Ya spoke up from behind:

"Boss, I'll go back to the car and wait for you. You should comfort Sister Yaya!"

She waved her hand, turned and ran, her movements as fast as if she were fleeing some dangerous area.

"Little brother, is she your assistant?"

"Ya Ya" took Gu Qing's arm and walked into the house, asking casually.

Gu Qing nodded: "Yes, Xiaoya, she's been with me for several years."

He paused, then suddenly stopped.

"Sister Ya Ya, haven't you met Xiao Ya before?"

He looked at the person next to him with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowing slightly: "She always came with me when I came to your house for dinner before, and you two even chatted."

"Ya Ya" didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Gu Qing continued to scrutinize her, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"wrong,"

He took a step back and gestured up and down, "Sister Ya Ya, how come you've grown even taller?"

The woman in front of him, Sister Yaya, was at least five or six centimeters taller than he remembered, reaching up to his upper lip.

and,

The way she linked her arm with his also conveyed a sense of unfamiliarity.

It was a subconscious, deliberate attempt to get close, but it lacked the natural, sibling-like familiarity that Tong Liya had with him.

"Ya Ya" looked at him, and suddenly—

"puff--"

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The laughter was hearty and completely uncontrollable.

"Hahaha--"

She let go of Gu Qing's arm, clapped her hands and jumped around, and finally squatted on the ground, laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Her silk pajamas slipped slightly with her movements, revealing her fair shoulders, but she was oblivious, only focused on laughing.

Gu Qing stood frozen in place.

What... what's going on?
Was he driven mad by Sicheng's provocation?
Just then, another voice came from the living room:
"Sis, have you picked up my brother?"

The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.

Another woman with disheveled hair came out.

Gu Qing looked up, her pupils dilating in shock.

Am I seeing a ghost?!
The woman who came later was wearing the same silk nightgown, her hair was also casually draped over her shoulders, her face was unmade-up, her pretty face was haggard and pale, and her eyes were red and swollen, but at this moment she was looking at him with surprise.

"Little brother, you've come?"

Gu Qing stiffly turned her head, looking at the woman squatting on the ground laughing wildly, and then at Sister Ya Ya who came out of the living room.

Two people, wearing the same pajamas, with the same long hair, and bearing strikingly similar faces...

"I..." Gu Qing opened her mouth, but her voice trembled.

At that moment, he knew for certain that his heart had stopped beating.

"Haha, oh my god, Yaya, your little brother is so adorable, it's hilarious!"

The woman squatting on the ground laughed even harder when she saw Gu Qing's horrified expression.

She covered her mouth, her face narrowed in a smile, the upward curve of her eyes filled with a mischievous grin, and the dimples on both sides of her cheeks were clearly visible.

Ya Ya was also stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and couldn't help but laugh.

"Sis, don't scare my brother."

She walked over, reached out and helped the woman on the ground up, "Were you pretending to be me?"

The woman on the ground then stood up, rubbed her sore cheeks from laughing, and looked at Gu Qing, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.

"Little brother, I'm so sorry,"

She said, her voice still carrying a hint of laughter, "I'm Dong Xuan, your sister Ya Ya's best friend."

Gu Qing: "..."

Dong Xuan?

This name... sounds so familiar.

……

The three of them went to the living room.

The coffee table was covered with various bottles of liquor—red wine, white wine, and beer—scattered haphazardly.

Some bottles were empty, and others were only half-empty. A faint smell of alcohol mingled with a subtle fragrance in the air.

Clearly, the two best friends were drowning their sorrows in alcohol.

Ya Ya pulled Gu Qing to sit down on the sofa, then sat next to him, leaning slightly against him as if seeking some kind of support.

Dong Xuan was sitting on the single sofa opposite, still covering his mouth and laughing, clearly not yet recovered from the blunder.

"Sister, stop laughing."

Ya Ya said helplessly, with a hint of coquettishness in her tone, "Look how scared you are of my little brother."

"I'm not laughing, I'm not laughing."

Dong Xuan said he wasn't laughing, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed. "But it was really funny! He called me 'Sister Ya Ya' and asked me, 'How come you've grown so tall?'... Hahaha..."

As they were talking, they burst out laughing again.

The laughter seemed contagious, and Ya Ya couldn't help but laugh too.

She reached out to touch Gu Qing's head.
"Little brother, don't be scared."

She said softly and gently, "This is my sister, the kind of sister who is as close as a real sister."

"So that's how it is."

Gu Qing tilted her head slightly, avoiding her hand, and moved to the side, maintaining a just-right distance.

"Yes, you're not wrong to call her 'sister.' When you see her, it's the same as when you see me."

Ya Ya paused for a moment, then lowered her hand and smiled gently, "After all, we look very alike."

That smile was gentle, yet it carried a hint of loneliness.

Gu Qing didn't know how to answer, so she just forced a smile, but her gaze couldn't help but turn to Dong Xuan opposite her.

Dong Xuan.

This name sounds so familiar.

He must have heard it somewhere before.

Gu Qing quickly searched her memory of her past life.

Suddenly, a news clip flashed by.

In a past life, a male celebrity was involved in a scandal, apparently because he was her husband. Although the allegations were not proven false, their relationship still broke down.

Gu Qing's expression changed slightly.

He glanced at Dong Xuan, who was still laughing non-stop, and then at Sister Ya Ya beside him.

Gu Qing's lips twitched slightly.

You two... really are half-sisters.

It's too awful.

Dong Xuan noticed Gu Qing's gaze and finally stopped laughing.

"Handsome young man, why are you staring at me like that?"

She raised an eyebrow, picked up a wine glass and handed it over, "Here, have a toast with your sister."

Her movements were natural and bold, carrying a touch of the spiritedness of a woman from Northeast China.

"Sis, stop fooling around."

Tong Liya quickly leaned over and pressed her hand down, advising, "My brother doesn't drink. He's a singer, so he needs to protect his voice."

"Sister Ya Ya, I drank some beer before I came."

Gu Qing said apologetically, "But I really can't drink baijiu. I don't have a high alcohol tolerance and I get drunk easily. I'm sorry, Sister Dong Xuan."

"Sister Dong Xuan's voice is so sweet."

Dong Xuan smiled radiantly. She had an oval, baby-faced appearance, and although she was older, she looked very young when she smiled. "Little brother, say it again."

Her personal aesthetic is that she particularly likes handsome, clean-cut boys.

Her husband was also that type back then—handsome, refreshing, youthful, and with a "young heartthrob" vibe.

Unfortunately, his face has aged badly over the years, and he can no longer find that youthful look.

Looking at Gu Qing at this moment,

She felt inexplicably envious of her best friend.

"As for not being able to hold his liquor,"

She continued teasingly, "You can practice. If you get drunk, you can sleep here, and your sister Yaya and I will take care of you."

She laughed even more mischievously: "Are you afraid the two of us will do anything to you?"

These are words spoken with the utmost arrogance and cunning.

A married woman of that age speaks very directly.

Gu Qing dared not reply, dared not move.

He wasn't afraid of Sister Ya Ya.

You're terrifying!
He has seen many celebrities who look alike.

Ono and Shizui were the most similar people he had ever seen.

But Dong Xuan and Ya Ya in front of them look even more like them!
It's not just about facial features, but also about the expression, the temperament, and the charm in every gesture.

A spiritual resemblance is more terrifying than a physical resemblance.

Gu Qing sighed silently in her heart.

Why do I keep running into twin sisters?

Surely we won't run into each other again in the future?

"Sis, stop teasing him."

Hearing her older sister's suggestive words, Tong Liya blushed slightly and pulled Gu Qing closer to her as if protecting her own child, saying, "My brother is still young, don't blurt out whatever comes to mind."

"Oh, oh, oh, what did I say?"

Dong Xuan looked at Ya Ya's actions with a smile and protested, "Some people have impure thoughts, so don't misunderstand me."

"Is your brother drunk and you can't take care of him? Or... are you planning something else?"

"sister!!"

Ya Ya pounced on him in embarrassment and anger, and the two of them immediately started playing around on the sofa.

Her silk pajamas became slightly disheveled with her movements, occasionally revealing her fair skin and exquisite curves.

Dong Xuan laughed so hard he was shaking, while Ya Ya was both embarrassed and angry. The two of them became entangled, their bodies briefly exposed.

Gu Qing lowered her head and looked at the lines on her palm.

Look at your nose, look at your heart, and your heart will be as still as water.
Hearing the laughter and playful noises around her, Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Sister Yaya is not as sad as expected, and is in a pretty good mood.

When the two finished their playful fight, Dong Xuan was disheveled and his hair was messy.

She sat up, straightened her pajamas, and her gaze fell on Gu Qing.

This exceptionally handsome little boy maintained that posture the entire time, head down, looking at his hands, without moving an inch.

Like a little holy monk.

Dong Xuan couldn't resist making another sarcastic remark.

Gu Qing, however, seemed to have anticipated her thoughts, and proactively raised his head, saying:

"Sister Dong Xuan, have you and Sister Ya Ya known each other for many years?" "Yes, for many years."

Dong Xuan paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "You mean me and Ya Ya? It's been over ten years."

We met when we were both struggling in the capital. Back then, we were nameless and strangers, but we supported each other through it all.

Later, she got married, and I got married too, but our feelings never changed.

She looked at Ya Ya with heartache in her eyes and reached out to hold the other's slender hand.

"I flew over here immediately after she got into this accident."

Dong Xuan's voice lowered, filled with a hint of gritted teeth and hatred, "That bastard Chen Sicheng, if I hadn't run away so fast, I would have torn his bones to shreds!"

Gu Qing: "..."

No wonder Sicheng didn't dare to come back; did he already guess this would happen?
"sister……"

Ya Ya's smile disappeared, and her eyes reddened again.

"Alright, alright, I'm not going to say anymore."

Dong Xuan waved his hand and put on a smile again, "Your brother is here today, let's talk about something happy, let's not talk about that bastard."

She looked at Gu Qing, her eyes filled with undisguised curiosity and admiration.

“Brother, I’ve heard about you many times.”

She said, her gaze lingering on his face, "Every time Ya Ya mentions you, it's like she's talking about her own younger brother. Today I finally met you in person."

She looked Gu Qing up and down, reluctant to look away.

He has handsome features, a clean and refined demeanor, fair skin, and a slender figure.

Standing there, it resembles a tall, straight bamboo, refreshing and pleasing to the eye.

the most important is,

That youthful, vibrant energy is palpable.

Dong Xuan even regretted getting married so early.

Gu Qingyao became famous during her time, so I have to try my best to make it.

"She looks even better in person than in photos," she said sincerely.

"Thank you, Sister Dong Xuan." Gu Qing smiled politely and shyly.

"No need to thank me."

Dong Xuan laughed and said, "I'm telling the truth."

Ya Ya watched from the side, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Seeing her best friend's envious look, she felt inexplicably smug.

Our younger brother, just his name alone is impressive.

……

Seeing that Tong Liya was in good condition and it seemed that he didn't need to stay any longer, Gu Qing got up to leave.

"Sister Ya Ya, it's getting late, I have to go back now."

"Little brother, are you leaving so soon after you arrived?"

Tong Liya was reluctant to part with him and reached out to tug at his sleeve, saying, "Stay and chat with your sister a little longer."

The tone carried a hint of affection and a touch of coquetry.

Gu Qing did not sit down, but stood still and gave a wry smile.

"Sister Ya Ya, it's not good for me to stay here too long."

This was said in a subtle way, but the meaning was clear.

He's a top celebrity now, a public figure.

It wouldn't sound good if word got out that he was showing up at a married woman's house late at night.

Especially considering that a major event is expected to happen at the end of the year.

If it weren't for this incident, Gu Qing wouldn't need to go to such lengths to avoid suspicion.

But there is a hidden bomb ready to be detonated.

Gu Qing didn't want the three of them to suffer criticism because of this.

"What's wrong with it?"

Still under the influence of alcohol, Dong Xuan acted brazenly and lewdly. She pulled Gu Qing to her side and pressed her down.

"Come, come, sit next to me. I'm married, and I'm not afraid of what others say."

Gu Qing took a deep breath, looked at Dong Xuan, and said seriously:
"Sister Dong Xuan, but I'm not married."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Xuan's smiling face froze instantly.

Gu Qing: "..."

Dong Xuan: "..."

The two looked at each other, and the air was silent for two seconds.

"Hehehe~ Little brother, you... haha!"

After Ya Ya realized what was happening, she laughed so hard she almost fell over, tears welling up in her red and swollen eyes.

This was the first time tonight that she truly laughed with joy.

"Sister, don't be angry, don't be angry, calm down!" she said with a smile.

"How can I stay calm?!"

Dong Xuan snapped out of his daze, both angry and amused, "You little brat, are you discriminating against married women?!"

She grabbed Gu Qing, refusing to let him leave, and forcefully pushed him back onto the sofa.

"You come back here! Explain yourself!"

"Sister Dong Xuan, I didn't discriminate."

Gu Qing explained helplessly, "I'm really not married. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"If you're not married, you're not married. Is there any need to emphasize that?"

Dong Xuan glared at him, "Are there reporters in the room?"

"I'm afraid there will be reporters outside," Gu Qing said honestly.

"There are reporters outside, so you'll have to stay even longer."

Dong Xuan's words silenced Gu Qing: "If you stay for three minutes and then leave, what do you think they'll write about you?"

That makes some sense...

"Here, let's put this on record."

Dong Xuan took out her phone and pointed it at Gu Qing, "No, I mean, let's take a picture. In case the reporters spread rumors, I'll help you prove them wrong."

She held up her phone, pointing it at the three of them, and said, "Come on, smile."

Gu Qing: "..."

He had no choice but to give a polite smile in response.

With a "click," the photo was captured.

Now things are really messed up; all our escape routes are blocked.

Gu Qing felt like she was sitting on pins and needles and stayed there for a while longer.

Next,
He was mostly listening while Dong Xuan and Tong Liya were talking.

When the two women started arguing, it was quite a spectacle.

They started cursing Chen Sicheng's ancestors for eighteen generations and his future descendants, criticizing his character, acting skills, and even his appearance.

Dong Xuan displayed the talent of a woman from the North East, cursing people with never repeating himself.

Ya Ya added details from the side, occasionally interjecting with "He also said this and that," and then the two of them would curse together.

Gu Qing acted as a heartless tool throughout, nodding occasionally and occasionally echoing with "Yes, yes, yes" or "Right, right, right."

I endured another hour.

The two women were almost drunk, alternating between crying and laughing, sometimes sobbing and sometimes laughing.

Chen Sicheng has been expelled from the human race; he's not even as good as a dog.

"I want a divorce!"

Holding her wine glass, Ya Ya shouted with red eyes, "I want to be a strong woman! I want to build a career!"

"Okay, little sister!"

Dong Xuan raised her glass in a toast, "I support you! You should just be yourself!"

"younger brother!"

Ya Ya turned to Gu Qing, hugged his shoulders, and started sobbing, "From now on, I'll protect you and never let you suffer any injustice!"

Gu Qing: "...Okay, thank you, Sister Ya Ya."

To Gu Qing's surprise, Dong Xuan cried even more bitterly than Ya Ya, also complaining that her husband now wanted to sleep in separate rooms, which was even more painful than not being divorced.

The two hugged each other and cried.

Crying on the left, crying on the right.

Gu Qing's eyes were glazed over.

at last,

They cried until they were exhausted, their voices gradually subsided, and their eyelids began to droop.

Gu Qing seized the opportunity and quickly got up.

"Sister Ya Ya, Sister Dong Xuan, you should rest now."

He said, "My assistants are getting impatient waiting outside. I also have work to do tomorrow, so I have to go back first."

"Little brother, let me take you." Ya Ya swayed as she tried to stand up, but her body swayed and she almost fell.

"no, I'm fine!"

Gu Qing quickly helped her back, "Sister Ya Ya, you and Sister Dong Xuan rest. I can go by myself."

Ya Ya mumbled a "hmm" in her sleep.

Dong Xuan was lying on his side on the sofa, hugging a pillow, when he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Little brother, thank you for coming to keep Yaya company tonight."

Gu Qing turned around and looked at this suddenly serious replica of Sister Ya Ya, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Sister Dong Xuan, you're too kind," he said. "Sister Ya Ya is my sister, it's only right."

"Yes, yes, little brother."

Dong Xuan smiled, a smile that carried a hint of sincerity. "Be careful on your way back."

After she finished speaking, her eyelids grew heavy and gradually closed.

Gu Qing turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Behind me, Ya Ya's groggy voice came:

"Little brother... be careful on the road..."

Gu Qing didn't turn around, she just waved her hand.

……

Back in the car, Gu Qing breathed a long sigh of relief.

That breath seemed to have been held in for an entire night.

Zhao Ya handed over a bottle of water, while subtly sniffing her nose and secretly observing her boss.

Hmm, her hair was a bit messy, there were red marks on her cheeks that looked like she had been pinched, and her clothes were wrinkled, as if they had been pulled and tugged.

But it didn't have a strange taste.

His eyes were clear and he didn't flinch.

There was no smell of alcohol on him.

The clothes were in perfect condition, without any unwanted marks.

Zhao Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

The boss truly lives up to his reputation; his moral character is impeccable.

Nothing that shouldn't have happened occurred.

Whether from a personal emotional perspective or from the perspective of an agent, the biggest fear is that artists will 'lose control'.

"Boss, how is it?" she asked.

Gu Qing took the drink, sipped it, and leaned back in her chair.

"Your mood seems normal."

He said, "Sister Yaya is stronger than I imagined. And her best friend is with her too."

"Best friend?" Zhao Ya asked curiously.

“Dong Xuan,” Gu Qing said, “is the one who opened the door for us just now. You mistook her for Sister Ya Ya.”

"Dong Xuan?!"

Zhao Ya's eyes lit up. "I remember now! I watched 'Snowflake Goddess Dragon' every day when I was a kid! I thought she was so beautiful back then!"

She exclaimed excitedly, "Boss, you know what? She really does look a lot like Sister Ya Ya! I didn't even recognize her at first glance!"

Gu Qingxin nodded wearily, without saying anything more.

All he wants to do now is go back to sleep.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Sicheng:
"Brother Sicheng, Sister Yaya is relatively calm. You two can talk about your things yourselves when you have time. Don't make me get involved."

After sending that message, I sent another one to Wang Baoqiang:
"Brother Baoqiang, that was a really good hit. Next time, hit it harder."

Soon, Wang Baoqiang replied:
"Hahaha! Xiao Gu, you've arrived? How's Ya Ya?"

Gu Qing replied, "That's good, don't worry. Her best friend is with her too."

Wang Baoqiang replied, "Dong Xuan, right? They're really close. Okay, that's good."

By the way, Sicheng just said that he'll go find Yaya tomorrow after he's sober and explain the situation in person.

Gu Qing looked at the message, put down her phone, and rubbed her temples.

The unexpected situation finally made those two unpleasant days come to an end.

Next, a lot of work awaits him.

First, go to the Spring Festival Gala production team to report your program.

Then, we flew across half the country to Changbai Mountain to attend the annual Rice Festival.

Then there's "Chef Nic's Taste of Life," "I Want to Sing with You," and the anniversary celebration for Honor of Kings...

Gu Qing closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Boss," Zhao Ya asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright," Gu Qing said weakly, "just a little tired."

Zhao Ya nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The vehicle started and drove towards the hotel.

The night view outside the window flashed by, neon lights flickering in the darkness.

Gu Qing leaned back in her seat and suddenly remembered a question.

"The song performed at the Rice Festival is limited to 'Ten Years in the Human World'."

He muttered to himself, "But what songs should we sing for the Spring Festival Gala?"

This is a problem.

The stage of the Spring Festival Gala is completely different from that of ordinary commercial performances.

That was a stage watched by over a billion people across the country at the same time; it was the largest pool of viewers and also the most rigorous examination room.

What song should we sing?

How do you sing it?
He hasn't decided yet.

Last year's "Small Town Ballad" brought him great success, becoming the only highlight of the show.

Being invited again this year puts immense pressure on Gu Qing.

Zhao Ya turned around from the passenger seat: "Boss, what did you say?"

"Nothing," Gu Qing shook her head. "I was thinking about the Spring Festival Gala."

"Never mind, we'll talk about it later. I'm going back to get some sleep first."

He refused to believe that a simple Spring Festival Gala program could stump him.
……

...(End of this chapter)