Chapter 401: Living in Memory (4)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
"I'm sorry, I seem to have gotten the wrong room." Cheng Qingchong smiled apologetically. As she closed the door, she purposely mumbled in a rather loud voice. "Weird, they told me this is Song Qingchun's room, how can it be wrong?"
Qin Yinan was lowering his head to continue reading when Cheng Qingchong closed the door, but he immediately called out when he heard that name. "Wait…"
Cheng Qingchong poked her head back into the room and tossed Qin Yinan a questioning look.
"Who did you say you were looking for just now?" Qin Yinan asked.
"Song Qingchun…" Anticipation rose on Cheng Qingchong's frowning face. "Mr. do you happen to know Song Qingchun? Then, can you tell me where her room is?"
Qin Yinan closed his book and replied, "She was discharged from hospital two days ago."
"Huh?" Cheng Qingchun pretended to be surprised. As she grumbled internally about her lack of courage to attend Beijing Film Academy when given the choice, she started to mumble with a vexed expression, "But she left something important with me, and I'm supposed to return it to her as soon as possible."
Cheng Qingchong then raised her head to look at Qin Yinan. It was that day that Cheng Qingchong realized Miss Song's childhood friend was actually the man that she had seen have a mental breakdown at Eldorado.
To be exact, this was the third time she had met Qin Yinan. The previous time was at Audi's new product release event. At the time, he was in a sharp suit, radiating a gentle and handsome presence, the complete opposite from the bandaged figure before her.
The world is too small, Cheng Qingchong thought internally, but on the surface, she feigned innocence. She asked, "Are you Song Qingchun's friend?"
"I grew up together with Song Song."
"Meaning you two are close to each other?"
Qin Yinan nodded.
Cheng Qingchong asked in a pleading tone, "Then, can I leave this box with you? Please pass it to Song Qingchun when you have the chance. I need to catch a plane, so I couldn't stay to go look for her."
"Sure." Qin Yinan nodded easily. Then he tried to reach out to grab the box; however, when he did, his glance caught his legs that were encased in plaster. He smiled apologetically at Cheng Qingchong and asked, while pointing at his legs, "Do you mind coming over to me? I'm in kind of a difficult position."
"Sure. " Cheng Qingchong smiled and walked over with the box. "By the way, do you mind giving me your name? That way, I can tell Song Qingchun on the phone I've left the box with you."
"Qin Yinan."
They had been introduction at the Audi event already, but Cheng Qingchong had forgotten his name. When she heard it again that day, she realized how beautiful his name sounded.
"Mr. Qin, nice to meet you, my name is Cheng Qingchong."
Cheng Qingchong gave Qin Yinan a simple self-introduction. As she walked close to his bed, she stumbled on her high heels, and as she tried to steady herself, the box in her hands flew out and landed right on Qin Yinan's bed.