Chapter 134 - "I am going to become a gold medal screenwriter for my son." (3)

Inside Room 409 on the 4th floor.

“Wow!”

After the door was opened, Jiang Xiaoqing stretched out her arms in a very dramatic way as she threw herself into the hotel room.

“Is this what a 4-star hotel looks like?! I am so touched. I never thought I will be able to stay at a 4-star hotel in this lifetime!”

Qin Yuanyuan, walking inside with her suitcase, said in a resorted way, “Can you be a little bit more ambitious? Perhaps we will be able to in the fu...”

Jiang Xiaoqing, “Stop. Stop. Stop. It’s not even 5 pm yet and it’s still light out. It’s too early to be dreaming.”

“I am not.”

Jiang Xiaoqing toured the room and crashed onto the soft and bouncy bed. Looking straight up, she said, “Weren’t you about to say that we will be able to stay in 4-, 5-star hotels through our own means?”

“.. ..”

“Forget it. Look around the domestic screenwriter circle. I have neither the connections or the talent to make it rich. I will be very happy to be able to make a living doing this.”

“Who said that was what I was going to say?”

“What was it that you were going to say then?”

“I – –“

Qin Yuanyuan’s eyes rolled around and saw Gu Nian walking inside the hotel room with her luggage dragging behind her making a kata kata noise. As though a drowning person who had just spotted a straw, she turned around and dragged Gu Nian inside.

“What I was going to say was, with Gu Nian on our side, she just might make it big in the screenwriter world. By that time, even as her assistant screenwriters, we will be able to be high and mighty with her.”

Jiang Xiaoqing’s eyes lit up. “Oh, right. You are so right.” She, too, coming running over and wrapped her arms around Gu Nian’s other arm. “Guru Gu Nian, I am counting on you for my future 4-star hotel stay!”

“.. ..?”

Gu Nian, being dragged into the warfare abruptly, looked to her left and right, and asked, “What are you two talking about?”

Jiang Xiaoqing, “Didn’t you hear our chat earlier?”

“No.”

“You were right behind us the entire time – what distracted you?”

She saw that Gu Nian’s cellphone was on and the screen was covered in little black characters. Jiang Xiaoqing stuck her head over curiously to take a look and was taken aback a little. “This looks to be the script for Demons?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“But we are already done filming. Why are you still looking at the script?”

“.. ..”

Gu Nian pulled her two little arms free from the restrain of the two of them, dragged her suitcase to one side as she said in her languid way, “I am going over it again to see if there’s anything that didn’t make sense in the plot.”

Jiang Xiaoqing, “.. ..”

Qin Yuanyuan, “.. ..”

The two exchanged a look and sighed at the same time.

Gu Nian turned around. “?”

Jiang Xiaoqing spoke for the both of them. She walked up, patted Gu Nian on her shoulder, and said, “Guru Gu Nian. There will be no justice under the sun if you don’t make it big.”

Gu Nian yawned languidly and waved her hand. “Why, thank you.”

Qin Yuanyuan was the more curious one of the two. She poked her head out from behind Jiang Xiaoqing and asked, “But you have always been somewhat lazy. You are talented but never all that ambitious. What changed?”

“––“

Gu Nian’s eyes opened up wide at the mention of that.

Not only were they opened up. There seemed to be a torch of anger in the deep end of her black eyes.

“For my precious son!”

Gu Nian clenched her fists.

“? Luo Xiu?”

“Mmhmm!”

“What does he have to do with anything?”

“For my son, I will have to pick up my ambition once again, overcome all the difficulties, and work on becoming a gold medal screenwriter.”

“And then?”

“Then,” Gu Nian grinded her teeth. “Then I won’t allow anyone be like Zhang Xiying who could just willy-nilly turn down any scenes that she wanted. She was fearlessly bullying my precious son for having no backing whatsoever.”

“.. ..”

Jiang Xiaoqing, “Working toward becoming a gold-medal screenwriter for your precious son. Is that the power of motherly love?”

Qin Yuanyuan, “I’m so touched.”

Jiang Xiaoqing, “As am I.”

Gu Nian ignored the two of them and curled up on the couch, still holding her cellphone on her hand, and continued with reviewing her script.