Forbidden To Be Tempted

The sudden "accident" made Jiang Yu have to adjust her work plan. The commercial filming scheduled for tomorrow afternoon was postponed. Although it did not reach the level of breach of contract, she still had to pay for lost work.

The original plan to fly to Milan on the weekend was brought forward.

The ticket was rebooked to the next morning, Jiang Yu and Xiao Zhou went, while Tian Lin stayed to handle domestic work. She had contacted Milan's assistant in advance, and someone would pick her up when she arrives.

Then she personally drove the two to the airport.

"Sister Yu, I have determined the area of ​​the person you are looking for, and I will be able to find them within two days at the earliest." After waiting for the red light, Tian Lin glanced at the central rearview mirror.

Jiang Yu, who had been holding her phone and didn't know who she was talking about, raised her head: "Who?"

"Spare tire."

"..."

Tian Lin continued on her own: "There are many qualified art schools, some of which are even better, and the high price is worth it."

There are barbed subtexts inside and outside the words.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, staring at the profile picture of "Good Baby" on the screen, and said flatly, "Add two more conditions."

"Mm?"

"Someone who doesn't chase stars, and doesn't know me."

She hates fandom girls so much, she never realized it before, but since she met the kid, it has been dug out.

The corner of Tian Lin's mouth twitched, and she couldn't laugh or cry, "My sister, you can randomly combine all the conditions and pick up a few, and you can grab a lot of girls who meet the requirements, but adding them all is really too little, even if they exist, they may not be willing to..."

"Isn't that what the kid is?" Jiang Yu interrupted quietly.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Tian Lin was about to say something when the green light came on, she stepped on the brakes and shifted to "D" gear, and waited for the car to pass through the intersection before she said in a teasing tone: "You said it earlier, let me clone a Miss Cheng. "

Xiao Zhou, who was sitting in the passenger seat, desperately held back her laughter.

Jiang Yu was startled and lost her thoughts for a moment.

What exactly does she want? Is it a spare tire like the kid, or...another kid? But it is impossible for two identical people to exist in this world. What she has now is unique, but her preferences have jumped from one extreme to the other.

She adapted to a certain taste, repeatedly changed to another taste, continued to adapt, then repeat all over again.

An endless loop until it gets old, no one can stay.

Won't she be tired?

Jiang Yu raised the corners of her lips slightly, showing a sarcastic smile, and her gloomy and cold profile was reflected in the car window.

The kid sent another message:

[Sister, I’m going to class, you should also put your phone away, it’s easy to get dizzy when playing with your phone in the car, and you’ll have to fly long distance later, take a good rest, recharge your batteries, work hard, I’ll wait for you when you come back.]

[By the way, stay safe and sound -3-]

A "good baby" emoticon package.

Jiang Yu stared at the words silently, her eyes softened.

She replied "OK", put away her phone, and closed her eyes.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at the airport, Jiang Yu and Xiao Zhou were pushing a big suitcase. Tian Lin was watching beside her, her brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a hint of irritability in her eyes.

"You go in first, I'll come right away." Jiang Yu handed the suitcase to her personal assistant, turned to Tian Lin, took her hand, and smiled.

"What's the matter, my sister Tian? Are you still angry with the kid?"

Tian Lin dressed casually today, less meticulous and more intellectual and feminine. She raised an eyebrow at Jiang Yu, pointed to the hall, "Go in quickly."

"I had a nightmare the night before, and couldn't sleep. I drove to the hotel in the middle of the night to find my little friend..." Jiang Yu didn't move, and explained roughly what happened the night before, replacing kicking out of bed with pushing.

She knew what Tian Lin was thinking, and she thought it was funny and a little touching. One is her right-hand man for eight years and the other her favorite lover. She was caught in the middle, and she didn't want the two parties to have a misunderstanding because of a trivial matter.

Subconsciously, she felt that she should make it clear.

Tian Lin was silent, staring at her, and suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh, that's it."

"So it's not entirely her fault."

"Mm."

"Okay, I'm going in."

"Sister Yu—" Tian Lin called to stop her, "Are you really not angry? You have wasted so much time."

Jiang Yu froze and thought for a moment, and said, "I'm not angry. What's wrong?"

"Nevermind, go in."

The two bid farewell at the door.

Tian Lin looked at Jiang Yu's disappearing back, and that strange feeling reappeared.

She remembered that about six or seven years ago, Jiang Yu and Qi Yan hadn't broken up yet. The two got together less and often quarreled about work. One time, Qi Yan accidentally stained the skirt that Jiang Yu brought back. It happened that it was to be worn for a magazine shoot the next day. They almost got to the point of brawling.

That was the first time she had seen couples quarreling so fiercely.

What happened yesterday was clearly more serious than that.

But…

People change. She didn't dare to jump to conclusions, she could only think so.

....

Jiang Yu will be gone for three or four days.

Cheng Suran has never missed someone so much. When she was in class during the day, she couldn’t help looking down at her phone frequently. Before going to bed at night, she always had to scroll through Weibo for a while, wishing her eyes could be glued to WeChat all the time.

Because--

In addition to good morning and good night, she tried to send other things to her sister. For example, the professor had a funny blunder in class, and the cafeteria has a delicious new dish today...

She didn't expect a response. After all, her sister was so busy that she couldn't always disturb her. It was just that she didn't expect her sister to not only reply to her, but also chat with her a few more words, so she couldn't help but hope for more and more.

On one hand, she was worried about disturbing her sister and causing anger, but on the other hand, she couldn't control her mind and hands.

Even studying can't divert her attention.

The temperature has dropped in the past two days, and it has been raining continuously in the whole city. Pedestrians on the street have put on coats and pants, and the sky is gray from morning to night.

Five minutes before the end of class, Cheng Suran felt her phone vibrate. Thinking it was a message from Jiang Yu, she took a peek while the teacher was not paying attention. It was not WeChat, but a Penguin message sent by the head teacher.

Asking her to go to the office after class.

Why?

She was about to put away her phone when a WeChat message popped up.

Sister: [Going back tomorrow afternoon.]

Then she sent a screenshot of the ticket order.

Cheng Suran was immediately elated, and couldn't hold back, and quickly typed back: [I miss sister.]

For a while, it was displayed that it was typing, and for a while there was no movement.

Then the class ended.

There was commotion in the classroom, Cheng Suran stared at the screen and slowly got up, packed up her things absently, and went to the head teacher's office. The moment she knocked on the door, she received a kiss emoji from Jiang Yu.

There is only one expression.

She pushed open the door and saw the teacher in charge waving at her with a smile. She put away her phone and walked over, "Teacher Pan, what's the matter?"

The head teacher is very young, less than thirty years old, and looks like a little fresh meat*. He picked up a document and handed it to her, saying: "There will be a large-scale exchange exhibition at the Yalan Hotel next Friday, and we need a group of part-time translators. Your class 15 senior sister who is doing simultaneous interpretation has contacted me, as well as a few teachers majoring in Italian. She wanted to ask if there are any students who are willing to go, this is also an opportunity to exercise."

*xiao xian rou, young, good looking guys, usually to refer to showbiz newcomers and idols, the use of the term extended to normal guys who fit the bill

The document details the background, conditions and remuneration of the meeting.

French and Italian each need two people. Cheng Suran took a look at the requirements of this major. The requirements are that the French must be at least DALF-C1 level, English must be above CET-6 or BEC intermediate level, be able to interpret fluently, and have a certain understanding of the fashion industry.

The salary is 3,000 yuan a day.

Her eyes fell on the words "fashion industry", completely ignoring the lucrative salary that made people drool.

When she thinks of fashion, she thinks of models.

She remembered Jiang Yu...

Then she noticed the reward, her eyes lit up slightly. Full-time simultaneous interpreters who are new to the industry earn about seven to eight thousand a day, and they are part-time non-simultaneous interpreters who have not yet graduated. This price is indeed attractive.

"But I haven't taken the C1 exam yet, and I don't know much about the fashion industry." Cheng Suran sighed regretfully.

She really wants to go.

English CET-6 is available, BEC intermediate is also available, and French C1 has already been registered, and the exam will start next month, which is only a little short.

"Is it okay to have work experience? I have followed projects in large companies, and in the electronic technology industry, there is no problem with interpretation and translation. It should be between different industries..." She was a little uncertain.

The class teacher interrupted with a smile: "Since I have already asked you to come, of course I think you can do it. Aren't you preparing for the C1 exam? There is no one else in our class except you, so it doesn't matter. As for the industry, go back and check it out." Just check the information and be confident."

Cheng Suran hesitated for a while holding the document, then nodded lightly: "Okay. Then I will thank teacher first."

"Well, take the meeting materials back to read, and add your senior's WeChat by the way." The head teacher took out his mobile phone, put out a QR code and sent it to her.

"Okay."

Leaving the office, Cheng Suran was in a happy mood and couldn't wait to share it with Jiang Yu. She typed a long paragraph and sent it, not caring about the rain on her head.

However…

She didn't wait for a reply until very late.

As the night deepens, the hustle and bustle subsides to silence.

The bedroom was lit with soft lights. Cheng Suran was lying on the bed wearing only her underwear. Her long black hair scattered on her shoulders. While reading the meeting materials, she used her mobile phone to check industry related information and waited for WeChat news.

The longer she can't wait, the more impatient she becomes, and she can't read a word for a long time.

She doesn't want to rush.

Her sister’s Weibo was updated the day before yesterday. It was a photo taken in Milan. She was wearing a simple shirt and jeans but it looked like a movie. The fans in the comment area screamed to set the wallpaper.

Seeing so many people using the same wallpaper, Cheng Suran gave up the idea of ​​changing her wallpaper, and found a sneak photo from the album——

Her sister led the horse, and the horse carried her, and the two of them walked together in the vast wilderness.

No one else has this photo.

This is hers alone.

Cheng Suran's heart was full of pride, and she couldn't help being a little proud. She quietly set the sneak photo as the wallpaper then liked Jiang Yu's Weibo post before sharing it.

[Love you]

She stared at the screen, the curved corners of her mouth collapsed bit by bit, her heart turned sore.

A canary who is motivated by gold will not end well.

Yes.

She really likes her sister.

When the thought appeared in her mind, she knew she was done.

A WeChat video invitation pops up on the screen.

It's her sister.

Cheng Suran jolted up, surprised and delighted, her heart was pounding with nervousness, she sat up quickly, grabbed her hair twice, and started the video solemnly and carefully.

The camera froze for two seconds, and Jiang Yu's cold and bony face appeared on the screen.

"Elder sister--"

She smiled happily, and the two little pear dimples opened a sweet arc.

There was no expression on Jiang Yu's face, she looked at her indifferently, and said in a low voice, "What did you say to Qi Yan alone in the hospital that day?"