FWF Chapter 68 Qin Lan
Chapter 68 Qin Lan
6 PM, Morning Light Media Building.
In early March in Beijing, it wasn't too late for nightfall. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights were gradually coming on, and in the distance, traffic on the East Third Ring Road was already congested.
Fu Yibai closed the last document and glanced at the time.
Liu Yan pushed the door open and came in, carrying his coat and briefcase.
"Mr. Fu, the car is ready."
Do you have any other plans for tonight?
"Okay, you can go home now."
Fu Yibai took the coat.
"You don't need to follow us anymore."
Liu Yan was slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered and nodded obediently.
"Okay, goodbye Mr. Fu."
She didn't ask a single question.
Fu Yibai put on his coat and took the elevator downstairs.
Fourth floor, artist lounge.
The door was ajar, and the sounds of three women laughing and talking could be heard from inside.
Fu Yibai pushed open the door, and all three of them looked at the doorway at the same time.
Fu Yibai stood there, his dark gray overcoat open, revealing a simple black turtleneck underneath.
The corridor lights shone in from behind him.
"Mr. Fu?"
The three of them got up almost at the same time, their movements so synchronized it was almost comical.
Wang Ou was the first to react and laughed.
"Who is Mr. Fu looking for? Is there any work to be arranged?"
Fu Yibai's gaze passed over the two of them and landed on Qin Lan's face.
"Let's go."
Just two words.
Qin Lan was stunned for a moment, then remembered the agreement made that afternoon, and her face flushed red.
She quickly grabbed her coat and bag from the back of the chair, her voice barely audible.
"Well... I'll be going now."
Wang Ou and Gao Lu exchanged a glance, a complex emotion flashing in their eyes simultaneously.
Envy, surprise, and something else that's hard to explain.
Qin Lan lowered her head and walked quickly towards the door. Fu Yibai stepped aside to let her go out first. Before leaving, he glanced at Wang Ou and Gao Lu, nodded slightly, as if to say hello.
The door closed.
The footsteps in the corridor gradually faded into the distance.
The lounge was quiet for a few seconds.
Gao Lu broke the silence first, lowering her voice.
"Qin Lan, she..."
Wang Ou didn't reply. He sat back on the sofa, picked up the script he had just put down, but couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.
Gao Lu also sat down, and neither of them spoke again.
But only they themselves know what they are thinking.
Mr. Fu took Qin Lan away. At this hour, are they going out for dinner? Or something else?
When did Qin Lan become so familiar with President Fu?
.........
Wang Ou suppressed that thought and turned to a page of the script.
Gao Lu leaned back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
In the elevator lobby outside the door, Fu Yibai pressed the down button.
Qin Lan stood half a step to his side, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
"Mr. Fu, where shall we eat?" she asked softly.
What would you like to eat?
"I...I'm fine with anything."
The elevator arrived, and the doors opened.
Fu Yibai stepped aside to let her go first, and then entered.
The elevator doors closed, leaving only the two of them in the cramped space.
Qin Lan could smell the perfume on her body; she had worn it specially today, the one she had saved up for several months' worth of living expenses to buy.
You could also smell a faint scent of cigars on him.
"Western-style restaurant."
Fu Yibai suddenly spoke.
"I know a good one, somewhere quiet."
"it is good."
Qin Lan responded, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the bag strap.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an inconspicuous little building near Sanlitun.
A waiter in a black suit was standing at the door. When he saw Fu Yibai's car, he immediately went forward and opened the car door.
Good evening, sir.
The private room was on the third floor. It wasn't large, but it was elegantly decorated. There was warm yellow lighting, dark wood furniture, and the night view of Sanlitun outside the window.
The waiter brought the menu and then left.
Qin Lan opened the menu and was shocked by the prices—one appetizer cost the equivalent of half a month's living expenses.
"Order whatever you like."
Fu Yibai leaned back in his chair, holding a glass of red wine that had just been delivered.
"This meal is on me."
"How can that be? I said it was my treat..."
Are you sure?
Fu Yibai raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Your current salary isn't high, is it?"
Qin Lan blushed again at his words and muttered softly.
"Then...then I'll treat you when I have the money."
The meal took almost two hours.
As I stepped out of the restaurant, the night breeze carried the chill of early spring.
Qin Lan wrapped her coat tighter around herself and stood beside Fu Yibai, somewhat hesitant.
"Mr. Fu, I..."
"Get in the car."
Fu Yibai glanced at her, said nothing, and simply opened the passenger door.
Qin Lan hesitated for two seconds, but still sat down.
The car weaved through the traffic and soon arrived at a villa area.
After the security guard let him through, Fu Yibai drove in and quickly stopped in front of a villa.
This villa was purchased by Fu Yibai after he returned from Berlin.
Although staying at Fan Binbin's place is quite nice, I can enjoy that vixen every day.
But that's Fan Binbin's home after all, so some things are still inconvenient to do there.
For example, in the current situation.
Fu Yibai turned off the engine and looked at Qin Lan.
Qin Lan's heart pounded like a drum, her fingers gripping the seatbelt tightly; she knew, of course, what this meant.
Because she had invited Fu Yibai with ulterior motives.
This man is too dazzling.
A Berlin Golden Bear-winning director and the head of Morning Light Media, he's a figure many in the industry would rather die than reach.
It was already incredibly lucky that he was even willing to glance at me.
As for the rest—
Qin Lan bit her lower lip and loosened her seatbelt.
"Mr. Fu, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Yibai had already gotten out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the car door for her.
The night breeze blew in, carrying his scent.
"Let's go."
The two words weren't an inquiry, but a decision.
Qin Lan took a deep breath and got out of the car.
She followed behind, trying to make her steps appear normal.
"Regret it?" Fu Yibai suddenly asked.
Qin Lan shook her head.
"No…"
"It's not too late to go back now."
Qin Lan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.
Fu Yibai was also looking at her, his eyes calm, without urging or teasing her.
Qin Lan shook her head: "I'm not going back."
The moment the door closed behind her, Qin Lan's mind cleared up.
Since we've come this far, let's see it through to the end.
She turned around and looked at Fu Yibai.
He had already taken off his coat and casually placed it on the coat rack by the door.
Qin Lan bit her lip, walked over, and gently hugged him from behind.
"Mr. Fu..."
Her voice was muffled, and her face was pressed against his back.
"Thank you for coming."
Fu Yibai turned around and raised his hand to lift her chin.
Qin Lan looked up, her eyes filled with nervousness, anticipation, and a hint of resolute determination.
At twenty-five, she still retained a touch of naiveté.
But now, standing under the warm yellow light, his reflection in those watery eyes had a captivating allure.
Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed him.
Qin Lan stiffened, then softened and awkwardly responded.
Outside the window was the night view of early spring in Beijing, while the temperature inside the room gradually rose.
Length of night.
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(Several words omitted below)
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Qin Lan woke up once in the early hours of the morning.
She turned her head to look at her side—Fu Yibai was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and his brows, unusually, lacked the coldness he had during the day, appearing much more peaceful.
Qin Lan looked at him for a long time, then gently leaned into his arms and closed her eyes.
Some things, once done, you won't regret.
What she wanted was only just beginning.