They surrounded me right after the breakup.

There was another rustling sound coming from the doorway of the private room.

Two waitresses stood in the corridor, each holding a cell phone and shoving each other.

The girl with the ponytail pushed her short hair forward, and the girl with the short hair pushed her forward in return. Both of them blushed as if they had been drinking.

Principal He, with his sharp eyes, called out towards the door, "Come in!"

The girl with the ponytail was pushed to the front and walked in with a stiff upper lip.

"Um...Mr. Jiang, could we take a photo with you?"

After saying that, she quickly added, her voice trailing off, "It's okay if it's inconvenient."

"What's the point of taking a photo with me? You should take a photo with that guy." Jiang Han pointed at Hu Ge.

Hu Ge stood up and walked to the door. He stood there naturally, without any airs of a celebrity, and even asked if he wanted an autograph.

The girl with the ponytail hurriedly opened her camera and took three or four pictures in a row.

After a while, the two girls came back in carrying fruit platters.

The fruit platter contained sliced ​​watermelon, cantaloupe, and dragon fruit, arranged neatly.

After putting down the fruit plate, the girl with the ponytail didn't leave immediately. She stood there hesitating for several seconds before mustering up her courage and walking over to Shen Qingning.

"Ms. Shen, may I take a photo with you?" Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the air conditioner.

Shen Qingning was clearly taken aback; it had been a long time since anyone had recognized her and asked for a photo.

After retiring from the entertainment industry, she even deliberately avoided the camera, always wearing a hat when appearing in public.

"I'm different from celebrities; I've already retired from the entertainment industry."

"I know." The voice with the ponytail tightened a bit.

"I just think you're very brave!"

Shen Qingning was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and straightened her skirt: "Where should we take the photos?"

The girl with the ponytail quickly opened her camera, hugged Shen Qingning around the waist, and took two pictures of her.

After the photo was taken, she bowed and said thank you, her voice still soft.

After the two girls left, Shen Qingning sat down again.

"How are you feeling?" Jiang Han asked, turning his head to the side.

"It's different." She thought for a moment, "Before, when fans asked me for photos, it was because they liked the characters I played, not because they liked me."

It was almost nine o'clock when I came out of the restaurant.

Principal He and Teacher Zhao saw him to the door, and Hu Ge also asked to leave his phone number.

Jiang Han agreed to each one.

A cool night breeze swept into the alley, and sycamore leaves fluttered under the streetlights.

The car drove through the night view of Shanghai, turned onto the Bund from Huaihai Road, and the neon lights outside the window formed a stream of light.

The hotel was booked in advance and is located right on the Bund.

The 41st floor has floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of Lujiazui.

Shen Qingning swiped the room card to open the door, and the lights in the room turned on automatically, casting a warm yellow light on the gray carpet.

Jiang Han took off his suit jacket and draped it over the sofa, then walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

Cruise ships are slowly passing by on the Huangpu River, and a breeze is blowing in, carrying a slight chill of autumn.

Shen Qingning stood behind him, watched him quietly for a few seconds, and then turned and walked into the bathroom.

The carved sliding door wasn't closed completely, and the sound of rushing water could be heard.

She let her hair down to her waist in the bathroom light.

Then he turned his head slightly, pointed his finger at the shower room, and spoke in a tone that was both melodious and enigmatic.

"Together?"

……

The living room in the presidential suite was more spacious than I had imagined.

The crystal chandelier cast its light onto the gray marble floor, giving it a thin, cool glow.

The sofa is made of dark brown genuine leather and is large enough for three people to lie down.

On the coffee table were a fruit platter and a bottle of chilled champagne prepared in advance by the hotel.

In another room, Lin Yaoyao was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her phone.

She returned to the hotel after finishing her voiceover in the afternoon, took a shower, and changed into a white bathrobe from the hotel.

Her hair wasn't completely dry; it was damp and draped over her shoulders.

When Jiang Han pushed the door open and came in, she looked up at him briefly, then continued scrolling through her phone.

Shen Qingning followed behind, her bare feet stepping on the marble floor of the entryway.

"You two spent three hours on this meal. What kind of food took that long? A Manchu Han Imperial Feast?"

Lin Yaoyao tossed her phone onto the sofa, stood up, and stretched.

The collar of the bathrobe opened slightly with the movement, revealing the fair skin below the collarbone.

Lin Yaoyao's gaze swept over her; black dress, black stockings, stilettos, and her makeup was still intact.

Jiang Han changed into the hotel's gray bathrobe, the belt loosely tied around his waist.

Shen Qingning sat on the edge of the bed and loosened her hair.

Her long hair fell to her waist, gleaming softly in the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp.

Lin Yaoyao sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up the champagne bottle on the coffee table, looked at the label, and then put it back.

She looked up at the bedside and saw that Shen Qingning had already untied the belt of her bathrobe and draped it over the foot of the bed.

Like a slippery fish, it slid under the sheets.

Lin Yaoyao also stood up, walked to the bedside, and took off her bathrobe.

"Did you two plan this out?" Jiang Han put down his phone.

"What's there to discuss? There's only one suite in the hotel; they can't expect me to sleep in the hallway."

As she spoke, Lin Yaoyao patted the empty seat to her right.

"Honey, over here."

Jiang Han walked to the bedside and lay down on Lin Yaoyao's right side.

The mattress sank slightly, and Lin Yaoyao took the opportunity to roll over and bury her face in his shoulder.

"Sister Qingning, I have an appointment with the director to re-record a few lines tomorrow. It's a bit urgent, I have to get up at seven in the morning."

Lin Yaoyao spoke in a calm tone, as if she were reporting on a work schedule.

"You don't have much to do tomorrow, so it's okay if you have to work a little harder. I'm different."

Before Shen Qingning could react, Lin Yaoyao's hand had already reached across Jiang Han's chest and gently rested on her shoulder.

Feigning sincerity: "Qingning, I will remember your contributions. When the new movie is released, I will give you credit for it."

Lin Yaoyao moved to the side, finding it hard to believe that she would say those words to her former nemesis.

"Honey, Qingning's black stockings look amazing today! Don't waste them!"

Shen Qingning blushed deeply and reached out to snatch the stockings from Lin Yaoyao's hand.

After a long time.

Jiang Han leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

The click of the lighter was particularly clear in the quiet room.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned his head to look at Shen Qingning, who was slumped to the side.

Her long hair was spread out on the pillow, the ends slightly damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks and neck.

His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes fluttered occasionally, and his breathing was long and deep.

Lin Yaoyao peeked out from the other side.

Her condition was completely different from Shen Qingning's; her eyes were bright, her breathing was steady, and she didn't even break a sweat.

She leaned over the edge of the bed and glanced at him, then looked up and winked at Jiang Han.

"Honey, it seems like Sister Qingning isn't doing so well."