yournovel Is Chapter 252 really that exaggerated?
Is Chapter 252 really that exaggerated?
Is Chapter 252 really that exaggerated?
The two brothers made several trips through the stairwell, carrying and lifting tools one by one into the van.
After saying goodbye to Yu Songnian, Yu Huan watched the bright red taillights of the car gradually disappear into the night.
He turned around and strode into the stairwell.
I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning to catch my flight, and I also have to drive a long distance.
The journey is long, and he needs to rest early to get enough sleep and recharge.
After entering her home, Yu Huan didn't linger and took a comfortable hot bath.
The hot water rinsed away the fatigue accumulated throughout the day.
After drying my wet hair, my gaze inadvertently drifted to the wall clock; it was only 9:30.
He turned off the living room lights, strode into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and prepared to sleep.
He reached his right hand out from under the covers, picked up his phone, and was about to set his alarm for tomorrow morning when a message popped up at the top of the screen.
Wife: 'Honey, you should go to bed early tonight.'
The phone was cold and hard, and the Chinese characters were sharp and angular, but just looking at it gave Yu Huan a warm feeling.
He smiled slightly, his fingertips lightly tapping the screen: 'I'm already in bed.'
'That's good!'
"We'll stay overnight in Jingdezhen tomorrow night, and then set off on Sunday noon. That way we can make it in time for your mom's dinner. What do you think?"
After casually clicking send, Yu Huan quickly typed a few more words:
'I've arranged everything!'
"I'll listen to you." Lin Yourong's response was just these three simple words.
Yu Huan smiled and teased, "You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off? You weigh over a hundred pounds!"
"Pah! You only weigh a little over 100 pounds!"
Looking at the pop-up speech bubble, Yu Huan seemed to see Lin Yourong's charming oval face, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
I've hugged her so many times.
How could I not know her approximate weight?
Yu Huan thought to herself that she was slim where she should be slim and curvy where she should be curvy, and she even seemed to have some weight anxiety.
Although there's a saying that a good woman weighs less than 100 pounds, in reality, most women are either flat-chested or short!
Lin Yourong doesn't fit either of these criteria; she should at least be one hundred and one hundred.
His fingertips slowly tapped the nine-square grid, and he continued jokingly, "I really do weigh over 100 pounds, 150!"
'Hmph! Explain yourself clearly. Are you implying that you think I'm fat?'
Yu Huan reached out from under the covers with her left hand and stroked her chin.
It seems that if this isn't handled properly, something serious might happen.
'Don't overthink it. Let's not even talk about how you're not fat at all. Your beauty and charm have nothing to do with weight. You'll always be my goddess!' Yu Huan typed this out casually, without blushing or panting, and then clicked send.
'You know how to talk.' Lin Yourong replied instantly.
Yu Huan chuckled and continued typing: 'Just my honest opinion.'
'Alright, alright, go to sleep early!'
"What are your plans for Shanghai tomorrow? Should I go directly to Sister Ru's place to see you?"
There was no reply for a while.
Yu Huan put down her phone, sat up slightly, reached for the mug on the bedside table, opened the lid, and took a sip of warm water.
I had just lain back down on the soft bed when my phone beside my pillow began to vibrate gently.
The notification tone broke the stillness of the night.
"You're landing at nine tomorrow, right? I'll drive straight to Hongqiao Airport to wait for you. Sister Ru isn't selling houses anymore; she's planning to help me poach an assistant at Canwen. She'll be back in Changsha on Tuesday."
As Yu Huan pondered the information gleaned from the words, she lightly tapped on the nine-square grid: 'Sister Ru really listens to advice! Is she going to leave the house empty, or is she going to rent it out?'
'It seems like they're not planning to rent it out.'
"Oh, okay." Yu Huan simply sent out two words.
Since Sister Ru no longer plans to sell the house, Lin Yourong's personal studio is still located in Shanghai, and she will definitely have to go there to work frequently in the future.
Wouldn't it be more convenient to temporarily store some items at Sister Ru's house?
Wasn't his trip a bit unnecessary?
It's hard to believe that Lin Yourong didn't think of this, or perhaps love makes people lose their IQ?
Of course, the most likely scenario is that she wants to go on a road trip with him!
There's a saying that 'travel is an important test of love,' as it allows you to see each other's true selves.
Thinking about it that way, I have to perform well over the weekend.
Yu Huan thought for a moment, and then a new message suddenly popped up on her phone screen.
'Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow morning.'
'Honey, get some rest too, mwah!'
"Good night~"
Finally, Yu Huan sent Lin Yourong a moon emoji.
He exited the chat interface and glanced briefly at the messages in the work group.
After waiting for half a minute without receiving a reply from Lin Yourong, he gently tossed his phone onto the pillow.
Reach out and turn off the bedside lamp.
Although it was dark here, the lights of thousands of homes in the city still twinkled like stars.
The same is true in Shanghai, a thousand miles away.
In this brightly lit living room, the European-style decor and exquisite ornaments complement each other, creating an exceptionally elegant atmosphere.
Lin Yourong, dressed in soft pajamas, languidly sank into the sofa.
Having just said goodnight to Yu Huan far away, she placed her phone beside her, her slender fingers gently lifting the slightly slipped face mask from her face.
Sitting on the other side of the corner sofa, Sister Ru had just finished a video call with her baby, her face still glowing with maternal love.
Seeing that she had finished the video call, Lin Yourong casually picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned up the volume of the LCD TV.
On Friday night, Hunan TV was airing the first episode of the first season of "I Am a Singer". The show was halfway through and nearing its end.
As a contestant, although she had some prior knowledge of the competition schedule, Lin Yourong was still captivated by the novel format of the show.
The saying goes, "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." At this moment, we are also studying our competitors.
Sister Ru yawned, a look of weariness creeping onto her face:
“Susu, you could consider storing some things with me first. Your studio is still in Shanghai, you can’t just not come anymore, can you? It would be too much trouble for Yu Huan to travel back and forth and drive long distances.”
Hearing this, to prevent her face mask from sagging, Lin Yourong slowly moved her lips: "We plan to visit Jingdezhen on the way; he has already made all the arrangements."
Hearing the expectation in Lin Yourong's tone, Sister Ru glanced at the several bulging duffel bags in the entryway; these were all her own.
Lin Yourong's belongings had already been packed and placed in the car. She nodded and smiled, saying, "Alright, it's good that he's coming. This way, the problem can be solved once and for all."
Lin Yourong suddenly remembered something and asked curiously, "Sister Ru, where is the assistant you're looking for for me from?"
"Those from Lingling are also from Hunan and Hubei."
"Oh." Lin Yourong nodded slightly.
"Her name is Xing Yujia. I'll arrange to meet with her tomorrow to discuss the details. I heard she only makes about 3,000 yuan a month at Canwen. She just graduated not long ago. I mentored her for a few days during my internship. She's a very thoughtful and steady girl."
After Ru Jie's description, Lin Yourong had a general impression of the new team member.
Lin Yourong sat upright, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "The studio has just been established, will she come?"
Sister Ru laughed upon hearing this: "My dear Sister Su! You're visibly famous now, and you've also shown an extraordinary background. Even if you don't give her a raise, she'd be eager to be your assistant, okay?"
Hearing Sister Ru's humorous words, Lin Youren couldn't help but chuckle: "That's true." After a moment's thought, she continued, "When the time comes, you can talk to her about the salary. I can give her a raise, up to five thousand!"
Sister Ru smiled and said, "Sure! With that salary, it's practically guaranteed. In my opinion, being your assistant is a blessing she earned in her past life. You know, in today's entertainment industry, many artists become completely unable to take care of themselves once they become famous!"
Lin Yourong gently smoothed the edges of the face mask: "It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Celebrities are high above, shining brightly, while their assistants are unknown and suffer all kinds of grievances."
Sister Ru paused briefly before continuing:
"Actors are the hardest hit in this regard, and you may not have encountered it much yet. Once you see those artists behind the scenes who need several people to help them even to take off their shoes and put on their socks, you'll understand. The job of an assistant doesn't actually require much skill; to put it bluntly, it's just doing odd jobs. In many artist teams, it's equivalent to being a maid or servant. Especially for those popular artists, they will further subdivide their assistants into a personal assistant, which is actually equivalent to a nanny who does a lot of work but gets little pay."
Lin Yourong tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and asked in confusion, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"Is this an exaggeration? It's common for celebrities to have their assistants kneel down to tie their shoelaces. Some celebrities even have their assistants stand at the door to hand them toilet paper. Others are too lazy to walk a few extra steps and have their assistants catch their mouthwash with their hands!"
Lin Yourong couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.
As Sister Ru spoke, her increasingly serious expression softened, and she began to laugh: "You can tell from how many celebrities frequently use such inexplicable expressions as 'ordinary people' or 'the masses' that they consider themselves superior."
“I do have some feelings about this.” Lin Yourong nodded her chin.
Her maternal grandfather rarely used those two words, but he often saw celebrities talking about "ordinary people".
"Speaking of which, Susu, you've been the same before and now, you haven't changed at all, you're very independent," Sister Ru sincerely praised.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong replied without hesitation, "I value my privacy."
"So, I'll talk to her about these things and tell her that you're the kind of artist who has a strong sense of boundaries. Work is work, and she shouldn't interfere too much in your private life."
"That's perfect."
Lin Yourong nodded slightly in agreement.
She got up, slipped on her slippers, and walked gracefully to the bathroom to wash up.
She plans to take an early nap today.
At this moment, the moon hangs high in the night sky over Shanghai, unobstructed by thick clouds.
But as time went by, it slowly sank below the horizon and was quietly replaced by the rising sun.
A faint golden hue began to appear on the horizon, heralding the official arrival of a new day.
At this moment of dawn, Lin Yourong was awakened from her sleep by the preset alarm clock.
On that chilly morning, she didn't linger in bed. After stretching lazily, she immediately pushed off the covers and got out of bed.
I went to the bathroom, washed up thoroughly, then went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water and ate a small bread roll to replenish my energy.
As the daylight outside the window brightened, Lin Yourong began to get busy.
She moved a small stool over, sat down by the coffee table, and carefully applied a light makeup to herself.
Finally, I applied a light pink lip balm and then put all the cosmetics on the coffee table into my makeup bag.
She got up and went to the bedroom, changing into the black polka-dot maxi dress she had put together yesterday, with a khaki short down jacket over it and a dark blue sweater underneath.
It's both stylish and warm.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner, looked at herself in the mirror, and nodded her chin in satisfaction.
everything's ready.
Lin Yourong picked up her phone and realized that more than an hour had passed since she got up at six o'clock.
It's already 7:13!
She quickly pushed open the door to the master bedroom and pulled Sister Ru out of bed: "Wang Jingru! Get up, don't sleep!"
Under Lin Yourong's grasp, Sister Ru was forced to shake her head passively.
"Stop shaking me, stop shaking me." She pulled the blanket tighter around her, leaned against the headboard, and asked sleepily, "Susu, what time is it?"
"It's almost eight o'clock!" Lin Yourong blurted out, hands on her hips.
"Oh." Sister Ru nodded weakly, as if she was still reluctantly saying goodbye to the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep).
She slumped her head, pushed off the covers, and got out of bed as if sleepwalking.
He strolled leisurely to the coat rack in the corner and took out his car keys from a crossbody bag hanging there.
Wearing only pajamas, Sister Ru didn't fully wake up until she stepped out of the front door with her luggage and was hit by a blast of cold air blowing in through the ventilation window.
She blocked the elevator door with her luggage bag, and she and Lin Yourong carried it back and forth several times.
Not long after.
Everything is done.
In the dim light of the underground parking lot, Sister Ru couldn't hide her drowsiness and yawned as she handed the car keys to Lin Yourong.
Having not had a drop of water all night, her throat was a little tight. With a slightly hoarse voice, she instructed, "Susu, drive slowly. The journey is long, safety comes first."
Lin Yourong gently closed the back door of the car.
The rear seat space was already packed; there wasn't even room to fit a fist.
Lin Yourong pushed up her sunglasses with her slender fingertips and smiled, "Sister Ru, don't worry, we're not in a hurry to get going."
"Okay, Susu, see you in Xingcheng!" Sister Ru saw Lin Yourong get into the driver's seat and quickly stepped forward to help her close the car door.
Lin Yourong skillfully started the car, fastened her seatbelt, took off her sunglasses, and waved to Sister Ru: "Bye-bye!"
It takes about half an hour to drive from Dahua to the airport.
Lin Yourong sat upright in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, her eyes fixed intently on the road.
We arrived at parking lot P7 at 8:40.
She looked around, found an empty space, and carefully backed the car into the parking space.
At this moment, a surge of anticipation and excitement welled up within her.
After all, it's been almost a week since we last saw each other!
After shifting into neutral, engaging the handbrake, and turning off the engine, Lin Yourong's first action was to put on sunglasses and pull down the brim of her hat.
She picked up her phone from the armrest box and sent a message to Yu Huan:
'Honey, I'm waiting for you at the banana layer!'
(End of this chapter)