The Goddess is Sweet and Aloof
Chapter 595 - Chapter 595 Chapter 594 Shooting 3_1

Chapter 595: Chapter 594 Shooting 3_1 Chapter 595: Chapter 594 Shooting 3_1 The sound of a kicked can echoed, a ceiling fan overhead creaked out an antique and feeble groan as it turned. The camera panned from the old-fashioned fan above to the ground, the frame gradually becoming clear.

An old bedroom was in view, a consumed cup of noodles left open on the table, a noodle sprawled on the floor. Newspapers, plastic bags, and iron rods lay scattered about.

Yang Qin and the street-smart Fang Yuanming squatted in a corner, the breeze scattering the slowly rising white smoke. Qiao Xiaren had all of a sudden turned into someone new, untamed and indifferent, bearing the rebellious swagger of a bad girl.

Endless decay, and recklessness.

“Light this up for me!”

Fu Yan, originally stiff and unnatural, was suddenly drawn into the scene when he saw Qiao Xiaren.

“Alright.” Fang Yuanming took out a lighter from his ragged pocket and, after a few tries, lit it for her.

Qiao Xiaren skillfully put the cigarette in her mouth, exhaling a ring of white smoke. Her young and somewhat immature face was covered in exaggerated smoky eye makeup.

Lives like these, repeated daily, until you forget who you were.

“Yang Qin, what’s the plan for tonight?” said Fang Yuanming, taking a drag from his cigarette, glancing at her while fiddling with his dying lighter.

“Where else but that place? You reminded me, I need to change.” Yang Qin abruptly stood up, extinguishing her cigarette against the yellow-tainted wall. The room was small without any proper place to change, just a minuscule partition for privacy.

Yang Qin walked briskly to the partition, removing her shirt, revealing her beautifully curved back.

Fang Yuanming took a drag from his cigarette, glanced at her exposed back, and felt no trace of male-female shyness. After all these years, he was used to it.

“Yang Qin, I always feel that you will marry me one day. I’ve seen you change clothes; you can even change in front of me without feeling the least bit awkward.”

Yang Qin’s voice came from behind the partition, intertwined with suppressed laughter: “Little rogue, do you even know what marriage means?”

“Of course I do.” He muttered a response, which Yang Qin didn’t hear.

When Yang Qin stepped out, her lips turned up, her eyes sparkled: “How do I look, rogue, am I pretty?”

“Pretty.”

“Then I’ll go ahead, buy yourself a cup of noodles for dinner.” Yang Qin dusted off her clothes, pushing open the run-down door and stepped out.

Suddenly the sound of the whirling electric fan reached her ears, growing fainter. Just as Yang Qin felt an unease settling in her heart, a terrible scream echoed from inside the room.

Yang Qin’s pupils dilated abruptly, and she turned back to rush into the room, only to see the old fan had crashed down, striking Fang Yuanming’s ear.

Blood gushed from the cut in his ear, agony written all over Fang Yuanming’s face. When Yang Qin examined her hands, half of his ear was in her palm! Fang Yuanming fell to the ground, writhing in agony.

“Little rogue, little rogue…”

Instantly, she felt panic spread over her. All of her pretense of maturity faded in this gruesome scene! Yang Qin reached up to cover her mouth but found she couldn’t scream, falling to her knees on the ground.

“Help…”

What started as a quiet cry became frantic as she stumbled to her feet to race outside for help.

“Help! Anyone…”

Just at that captivating moment, director Huang Gang called for a cut.

“Fu Yan, you did well just now. Learn from Xiaren, okay?”