Those years, those jokes, those scum

Chapter 365 Contract Lover, Substitute Isn't Bitter 8

It must be said that Qin Zhiyan's work efficiency is extremely high. Having obtained permission last night, she sat down next to Leng Nuan the next morning with the prepared contract.

Compared to her usual fashionable and casual style, Qin Zhiyan wore a white shirt and brown trousers today, looking quite like a professional agent.

"If there's anything you don't understand, or anything you want to change, we can discuss it."

Qin Zhiyan glanced at Leng Nuan, who was quickly flipping through the contract, and couldn't help but chime in.

She crossed her hands together, her newly done light pink long nail polish idly circling her thumbs together.

"I have no objections. However, Sister Yan, do you seem to have something to say to me?" After reading through the book, Leng Nuan signed her name in one go in the designated places.

This swift action made Qin Zhiyan feel a little guilty, especially when he saw the other person's clear, pure eyes. A sudden thought of regret flashed through his mind.

But the other party had already signed it, so she had nothing more to say. She simply took the contract back, looked at the careful strokes on it, and sighed inwardly.

"I don't know if this is a blessing or a curse for her."

After all, based on her understanding of her cousin, although she was far from being a warm-hearted person, she wasn't a heartless one either. She would at least take care of Leng Nuan to some extent.

However, after what happened last night, she can't guarantee anything now.

Thinking of this, her bright, intelligent face instantly turned into a gossipy one. She moved her chair closer to Leng Nuan and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, Xiao Nuan, how did you and my Xiao Shuang meet?" At this moment, Qin Zhiyan's mind was already filled with a love-hate relationship and a drama of love and hate that could go on for over 10 words.

"Sister Yan, have you forgotten? I'm suffering from amnesia right now, I don't remember anything from before." Leng Nuan blinked, looking at her with an expression that said, "You're asking me? Who should I ask?"

"..."

"Yes, yes, it's my fault." Who told you to always act so nonchalant, making everyone forget about this matter.

Qin Zhiyan found Leng Nuan's earnest explanation adorable. She wanted to reach out and pinch her soft cheeks, but after feeling a chill, she immediately changed her mind and patted her shoulder instead.

"Go back once you've finished your work." Qin Shuangjiang, who had just woken up, leaned against the door in her bathrobe, giving a curt dismissal.

"..." So you really are a case of using and throwing things away. Tch, watch out, or I'll make Xiao Nuan famous and replace you!

Qin Zhiyan only dared to mutter these words to herself. She glanced at Qin Shuangjiang, then at Leng Nuan. One knew nothing when asked, and the other knew nothing but couldn't explain. Relying on the two of them was worse than relying on herself!

With money, what kind of gossip can't she get?

Without even asking about her feelings, she could tell what this woman was thinking, given her excited, glowing face.

Let Qin Zhiyan investigate; once he finds out, she can simply reap the benefits. Although she wasn't that curious, she needed to gather the necessary information.

From what we know so far, she turned to look at Qin Shuangjiang beside her. To say that the two of them had no connection before would be an understatement.

Thinking of this, a sudden thought flashed through Leng Nuan's mind. Following the usual clichéd plot... Could it be...?

"You should rest well today. You'll start joining the film crew with me tomorrow." Qin Shuangjiang, who was deep in thought, felt a sharp gaze. She looked back, her tone slightly stiff and awkward.

"I have a question?" Leng Nuan ignored her strange behavior today. She sat obediently in the chair, with her left hand on her knee and her right hand raised to ask a question.

"Shut up!" Qin Shuangjiang's lips twitched slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, she turned and went back to her room.

However, her movements still couldn't outpace the speed of her voice.

All I heard was a clear voice behind me, expressing doubt, yet with unwavering certainty.

"The 'white moonlight' you're talking about, could it be me?"