Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 613 - 323 Blow-drying Hair_2

Chapter 613: Chapter 323 Blow-drying Hair_2 Chapter 613 -323 Blow-drying Hair_2 And now, filming one hit show after another, her potential in the future is limitless.

Plus, Xu Qingyan has access to official resources that she can’t get; this isn’t a career barrier, it’s a stepping-stone.

After exceeding what Wen Yun could comprehend, she stopped concerning herself with it.

She even intentionally squeezed out time for Lin Wanzhou so that she could have time to rest, take care of herself, and go on vacation.

The gentlemen of the entertainment industry aren’t necessarily prominent when they’re young.

But Xu Qingyan is already showing such signs; from being a songwriter to an investor, she’s turned a blank slate into a top-tier account.

Wen Yun also knew their relationship was deep but not absolutely stable.

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If she meddled, weighing this and that, then newcomers would have their shot.

Real life isn’t a TV drama, there aren’t many passionately devoted relationships.

It’s just that for now, Xu Qingyan hasn’t stepped into the limelight.

When he does, swarms of groupies will desperately flock to him.

With a royal flush in hand, if you don’t know how to play it and end up playing the joker, that would be truly foolish.

“But Sister Yun, didn’t you say it would be troublesome if love affairs got caught by paparazzi?” Qi Ting didn’t even touch her snacks, looking perplexed at Wen Yun.

“Oh, I was just fooling Sister Zhouzhou with that.” Wen Yun said indifferently, “Paparazzi don’t like taking her photos; it’s time-consuming, laborious, and doesn’t bring much traffic.

Why bother photographing her?”

“Your Teacher Xu is also past his prime now, as long as he doesn’t make any outrageous remarks.

Even if he gets caught by the paparazzi, people will lose interest in a day or two.”

“People now care more about the private lives of their idols; for singers…

they won’t bother so much.”

As for the likelihood of the two getting caught by paparazzi in private, Wen Yun didn’t dwell on it much.

As a singer, you don’t need a huge fanbase; having good work is enough.

Moreover, whether a star’s career is flourishing doesn’t have a strong connection with the singer themselves.

Talent will be recognized, but there are too many talented people out there; at this point, it’s all about luck.

“Huh?” Qi Ting felt dumbfounded and actually believed it.

“If you have resources in your fate, you’re better off than others.” Wen Yun pinpointed the most crucial aspect, “Your Sister Zhouzhou might just be someone who inherently carries resources.”

Qi Ting’s expression turned blank; she never imagined the prudent Sister Yun she knew would one day say something that sounded like giving up, like ‘having resources in one’s fate.’

“What’s up?” Wen Yun turned to ask.

“Ha-ha, Sister Yun, is Teacher Xu…

that kind of ‘resource in one’s fate’?” Qi Ting cautiously inquired.

“Otherwise?” Wen Yun gave her a sidelong glance, “The resources I’ve accumulated will run out eventually, they’re just favors; they can’t support Zhouzhou’s starpath.”

“From a young queen to a Queen of Heaven is a long journey to walk, and Xu Qingyan is the best resource.

The industry is regressing, but he’s moving forward.”

“So Zhouzhou has the resources in her fate; she will definitely become a Queen of Heaven.”

Qi Ting felt numb; this wasn’t quite like what she had imagined.

She thought Sister Yun might not accept Zhouzhou and Teacher Xu being publicly together.

Then she’d have Zhouzhou busy with work, writing new songs until she achieved certain success before she could meet with Teacher Xu.

But here it is, simply handing it over directly.

Although it sounds rational, it’s not at all inspiring!

Wen Yun: “So, is it effective or not?”

Qi Ting was startled; could Sister Yun actually hear her inner thoughts?

Wen Yun snorted coldly, “Stop looking, what you’re thinking is all over your face; I don’t need to guess, I can see it.”

Qi Ting took a deep breath and put the snacks in her hands down.

“So, Sister Yun, you mean you’re not against Zhouzhou and Teacher Xu being together now?”

“No, we need to create opportunities for her.” Wen Yun took out her mobile phone and handed it to Qi Ting, “Take a look at this and you’ll understand why.”

“What?” Qi Ting looked at the phone, “Head of the Art Academy praises screenwriter Xu Qingyan, a good script can give life to film and television…”

At first glance, it’s strange.

She looked again.

“Hmm!!!

Is this Teacher Xu?” Qi Ting was astonished, “Could it be a namesake?

Why…

why would Teacher Xu be involved with that?”

Wen Yun took back the phone and gave her a look.

“You ask me, who do I ask?

That’s why I said Zhouzhou is born with resources.

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Some resources you have, and some you don’t; you can’t wrestle them away.”

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Outside the bathroom, Xu Qingyan knocked on the door nervously.

“Cough, your nightgown, I’ve brought it for you.”

“Oh, wait for me a second.” Lin Wanzhou said, as her figure neared the door, the bathroom door clicked open, and a fair hand emerged, “Hand it to me.”

“Uh-huh.” Xu Qingyan passed it over, watching the bathroom door slowly close.

Suddenly, a dry throat and parched tongue overcame him.

He returned to the sofa and sat down, still somewhat unable to calm down.

It’s not that he was…

thinking of that sort of thing, just simply curious, and besides, he couldn’t leave at this time.

About ten minutes passed, Xu Qingyan didn’t understand why it took girls so long to take a shower.

From the initial anticipation, to being bashful, and then gradually calming down.

In the end, he even started a game, but unfortunately, just as the game began, Lin Wanzhou came out.

Plop, his phone tossed aside, wondering how much longer this account could be played.

He lifted his gaze.

Lin Wanzhou had washed her hair along with everything else, wearing only a camisole.

There was no trace of underwear on her body, her chest puffed and partially visible.

Gulp, Xu Qingyan’s previously vanished anticipation suddenly surged again.

“Want me to help you dry your hair?” Xu Qingyan asked, possessed by some devil, but he was simply considering Lin Wanzhou’s fatigue from traveling, not harbouring any ulterior motives.

“I’ll do it myself.

How about staying over tonight…?” Lin Wanzhou tilted her head.

“No, no, no, I’d better go home, you only just got off the plane.” Xu Qingyan promptly declined, “You must be tired from the journey.”

“Mhm.” Lin Wanzhou nodded, “Then help me dry my hair.”

Drying her hair wasn’t a new task for him.

By now, he had become quite adept at it, his fingers threading through her hair, the hairdryer blowing out warm air, although occasionally at awkward angles.

Lifting a corner of the camisole as he dried, it was similar to the computer game of blowing up skirts he played as a child.

Those games were nowhere to be found now, the past was both provocative and explosive.

Seriously drying her hair while pretending to switch hands and lift the tiny camisole straps, sneakily stealing a glance.

All of this, Lin Wanzhou saw in the mirror.

His sneakiness was so intense.

Did all guys like this sneaky feeling?

To speak plainly, she wouldn’t refuse, just a glance, it wasn’t like they hadn’t seen each other when they were kids, Lin Wanzhou looked down, completely unable to fathom it.

Should she tell him that the sensation of the hot air blowing up the camisole straps was really noticeable?

She could nearly feel the bathwater on her body drying up, and each time he looked at her, it was obvious.

Watching his tireless pretend hair drying, Lin Wanzhou pressed her lips together subtly, not exposing him.

“Done.” Xu Qingyan put down the hairdryer, feeling good inside.

Quality stuff indeed, but he surely wouldn’t be able to sleep once home.

Knowing this now, he wished he hadn’t looked so much.

Sigh…abstaining, he should have thought of it earlier.

Lin Wanzhou stood up, her camisole accidentally dried and no longer as conspicuous.

She found a hair clip and gathered her dried hair up.

She got up, looked, and showed a satisfied smile.

Next, Lin Wanzhou pulled Xu Qingyan into the room, first removing the old bedsheets.

Then she took a new three-piece bed set from the storage box in the wardrobe.

At the moment of changing the bedsheet, she bent over to adjust it, and the brief glimpse of her snow-white skin caused Xu Qingyan’s pupils to constrict sharply.

Damn, that was really hot.

Lin Wanzhou straightened up, curiously glanced at him, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just a little tired, I’ll stand for a while.” Xu Qingyan wore a smile, pretending to adjust the bedsheet, “Can you press down that corner?”

“Oh.” Lin Wanzhou turned and walked over, her lips slightly upturned.

It took Xu Qingyan a good while to recover.

He thought to himself how close a call it was just now, fortunately, his quick thinking rounded it out – otherwise, it would’ve been a social death.

He’s returning to abstinence, honestly not a good thing at all!

At such a serious moment, his mind started to wander with disarrayed thoughts.

That was inappropriate, especially since Lin Wanzhou was not implying anything.

After tidying up the bedsheets, Xu Qingyan grabbed his keys to leave, but his clothing was caught.