Translator: 549690339
The recording of AQ went very smoothly, as it was the first day of shooting, which only required capturing footages of artists gathering and assigning dormitory rooms.
Even so, it took until past five in the afternoon.
After finishing the last take, Rong Yan declined Estelle’s offer to give her a ride and casually put on her hat to leave.
Without the constant follow of spotlights and cameras, Rong Yan felt much freer. She wandered aimlessly through the crowd and stopped at an intersection. Glancing at her watch, she saw there was still plenty of time.
Feeling upset, she decided to grab something to eat before picking up her Little Baby, so as not to let Little Baby see her in a bad mood and worry.
Having made up her mind, Rong Yan pulled her hat down further and casually hailed a taxi, crisply instructing, “Driver, Huangji Sour and Spicy Noodles
Restaurant on Annan Road.”
“The street with food stalls, right?” The driver turned the car around and confirmed the destination with her.
“Yes, that’s the place.”
“Alright then.” The car sped away.
At this time, there weren’t many people eating sour and spicy noodles.
Rong Yan found a corner seat and ordered a bowl of noodles.
Today, the lady boss wasn’t there; it was the boss who brought her order. Although he was a bit surprised to see her dining alone, he didn’t say anything and went back to the kitchen after placing down the bowl.
The fiery red oil along with the hot, tender bean sprouts, topped with a layer of her favorite green onions, was saliva-inducing just by the sight. Rong Yan took a random pair of chopsticks from the container, split them apart, and was about to enjoy her meal when noises erupted from behind.
Rong Yan lifted her head, her peripheral vision catching sight of a staggering figure rushing into the alley right across from her. After the person entered the alley, several foreign men, dressed in black, followed in pursuit.
Seemingly having missed the turn into the alley, the foreign men halted and exchanged words amongst themselves before scattering to continue the chase.
With steam rising from the sour and spicy noodles, Rong Yan returned her focus to her bowl, picking up another chopstick full. But the more she thought about it, the more something felt off.
“Shit,” she cursed under her breath and called out to the person inside, “Boss, check, please.”
After placing the money on the table, she hurriedly headed towards the small alley where she had seen the person.
The food street was actually surrounded by many residential areas, some of which were quite old. Therefore, there were many intersecting narrow lanes around here; some alleys were so slim that only one person could pass through, dark and tight.
Having chased about 200 meters into the alley and not seeing anyone, Rong Yan slowed down, her brow furrowed in confusion, “Where did they go? I clearly saw someone running in here.” How could they have suddenly vanished?
Just as she stopped and was about to turn back, all of a sudden, a hand reached out from the left and grabbed her wrist—
“Ah.” The shock came so abruptly that Rong Yan jumped, as if a ghost had grabbed her hand, and instinctively swung a slap.
With a smack, her hand made solid contact with the man’s face—a resounding slap. At the same time, the hand she used to hit was also caught.
A hoarse voice, out of breath, asked in a low tone, “Did you come running in here just to slap me in the face?”
Relying on the dim light, Rong Yan indeed saw a familiar face—Zhong Yuye!