QWAPMP Chapter 57

Chapter Fifty-Seven President Male Supporting Character

In the big fire, the woman and the man cursed at each other, and the woman’s final hysterical curse, all happened on this floor.

Yan Ye noticed the person who was lost in his own thoughts and said in a relaxed tone, “These graffiti lack artistic sense, like ghost scribbles.”

Song Yang’s thoughts were startled back, and he gritted his teeth and asked, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you!”

Knowing he was afraid of ghosts, he deliberately mentioned that word.

[Purposefully what? Did I miss something?]

[The red stuff on the wall, doesn’t it look very much like blood!]

[Damn it, the light is too dim, I can’t see clearly.]

The flashlight beam turned to other places, just illuminating the curtain blown up by the wind, which had burnt marks on it, and only half of it was left, with a length of rope hanging down, giving off a strange feeling.

Three pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at the strange rope. No one thought it would be a curtain cord because it was too thick. Although the thing was burnt, it was clear it was from an expensive curtain and not on the same level.

The cameraman regretted deeply in his heart choosing to film Yan Ye today. This was too scary, and the wind was eerie.

The few people exchanged glances in the dark. Yan Ye was the first to speak, “Go take a look?”

Song Yang’s lips moved, and the word “okay” popped out of his mouth.

The cameraman had to follow because of his job.

When the three walked closer to look, Yan Ye realized the window was sealed shut. Song Yang stared fixedly at the rope, but didn’t dare to grab it.

He had just felt a chill, but the window here was sealed. So, where was the wind coming from?

Yan Ye grabbed it for him. The rope fell with a pull, and at the other end of the rope were ten bloody finger marks, as if left by someone struggling desperately.

Song Yang watched expressionlessly. Only Yan Ye, who was closest to him, could tell he was scared; his toes were curled up inside his shoes.

Next to them was the sound of the cameraman swallowing saliva, “My phone is almost out of power. How about we go back first and come back tomorrow?”

The phone still had twenty percent battery. Keeping the flashlight on continuously was indeed draining power. Also, the person in front of him wasn’t wearing shoes, which was inconvenient. Yan Ye agreed to the cameraman’s suggestion without thinking twice.

The three turned around together. A beam of light suddenly shone over. The cameraman’s hand trembled, his phone fell to the ground, and his high-pitched scream rang out once again.

“Ahhhhhh, Ghost ahhhhh.”

“Ahhhh, where is the ghost, where is the ghost? Qin Yan, Qin Yan…”

This time there were two voices. Song Yang’s throat tightened. He couldn’t scream, but just firmly grabbed something he could hold onto nearby.

For example, Yan Ye’s arm…

Yan Ye bent down to pick up the phone. After the two people realized it wasn’t a ghost and stopped screaming, he asked, “Why are you here?”

“Ah! Brother Yan, it’s you, you scared me to death, I thought…” Huo Sang patted his chest and said excitedly.

Qin Yan comforted Huo Sang and said speechlessly, “He saw your live stream and said he wanted to come and take a look.”

Yang Fan rubbed his ears, “Huo Sang, next time you scream so loudly, can you give us a heads-up?”

Huo Sang rubbed his nose and hid behind Qin Yan.

Song Yang got rid of his nervous emotions and immediately saw Yang Fan and Xie Jifeng holding hands.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

While Yan Ye and Qin Yan were talking, Yang Fan didn’t know when he noticed Song Yang’s hand grabbing Yan Ye’s arm. He looked at Yan Ye with a little doubt, then looked at their hands, and finally smiled slightly and let it go.

When Song Yang noticed this, letting go of Yan Ye’s hand already felt like trying to hide something that was obvious. He didn’t like Yang Fan’s smile; it was too strange.

Yan Ye saw Yang Fan’s abnormality in his eyes. Although this was a misunderstanding, it was also a beautiful misunderstanding that didn’t affect him. As for affecting others, it was none of his business.

He said a few simple words to Qin Yan. Seeing that they were leaving, the other party also left with them. Everyone decided to come up and take a look again tomorrow.

The exploration ended here, and the audience was dissatisfied.

[Ahhhhh, continue, we still want to watch…]

[The cameraman’s phone is out of battery, you can use the four phones of Huo Sang and the others ahhhhh.]

[Are you scared? It’s okay, everyone is with you!]

[Ahhhh, whether I can know what happened here twenty years ago depends on you.]

[Holy crap, why is Brother Xie holding Yang Fan’s hand, they couldn’t have been holding hands all the way from the third floor until now, right!]

[Also, why is President Song holding Yan Ye’s hand ah.]

[As expected, relationships that cannot see the light can only be glimpsed in the dark.]

Returning to the second floor, the emotions on Song Yang’s face returned to normal, but his eyes were cold. The two people in front were still holding hands, which was outrageous.

Yan Ye deliberately passed by him, “President Song, do you want to hold hands too? Do you need me to lend you my hand?”

Song Yang raised his eyelids. The cameraman had already returned to his room to rest, so he didn’t need to be polite when speaking. “Yan Ye, if you want to be an actor, behave yourself. If a third person knows what happened tonight, you won’t need to stay in the business.”

“But President Song, did you forget? We’ve been live streaming tonight. Whatever happened, the audience knows,” Yan Ye smiled innocently.

Song Yang turned to look at him, furrowing his brows and glaring angrily, “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t.”

President Yan’s voice was smiling, “Seeing that the person you want to pursue is about to be won over by someone you dislike, President Song, there’s no need to be angry at me, right?”

“Yan Ye! What do you know?” Song Yang’s voice was cold and sinister. Unfortunately, Yan Ye, remembering how this person was afraid of ghosts and still wouldn’t let go of his arm, felt fearless towards his blustering appearance.

“President Song, it’s getting late. We should go back and rest early.” Yan Ye finished speaking, lifted his leg, and walked away, leaving behind an angry-faced Song Yang.

There was only one bed in the room. It was impossible for four people to squeeze together to sleep, so someone had to sleep on the floor.

When Yan Ye and Song Yang entered the room, Xie Jifeng and Yang Fan had already spread a layer of blankets on the floor. These were things they brought themselves.

Any guest who had watched this variety show would bring blankets and pillows in their luggage besides a set of daily clothes and toiletries.

When Yan Ye borrowed Song Yang’s phone to contact the director, he also asked the other party to help bring his luggage from the hotel room.

Song Yang looked at the two who had already prepared their sleeping spot on the floor and invited one of them, “The bed in the room is quite big, one more person can sleep on it.”

His eyes were on Yang Fan. The meaning was obvious; he wanted him to get on the bed.

“That’s great. Brother Yan, you and President Song can sleep on the bed. Brother Jifeng and I have already laid out the blankets. We’ll just sleep on the floor,” Yang Fan said with a smile, not feeling anything was wrong.

Yan Ye didn’t answer immediately but looked at the floor, “We can still squeeze one more person here, right?”

Song Yang’s room was actually very large. Even if there wasn’t enough space on the floor, there was still a sofa in the room to sleep on.

Song Yang’s face instantly darkened. Yang Fan didn’t want to sleep on the bed with him, so what did Yan Ye mean by asking that?

Could it be that everything he thought was just wishful thinking, and the other party had no intention of getting into his bed?

Fine, since everyone likes to sleep on the floor, then everyone can go sleep on the floor!

Song Yang pursed his lips, got into bed without a word, pulled the blanket over himself, and lay on his side with his back to the three of them.

Xie Jifeng said with a personal motive, “It’s a bit crowded.”

Yan Ye smiled, walked over and turned off the light, “I was just joking. President Song is so generous to give up half the bed, of course sleeping on the bed is more comfortable.”

The other side of the bed sank. Not long after Yan Ye lay down, a foot stepped on him near his lower back, and the owner of the foot seemed to want to kick him off.

In the darkness, Song Yang had turned around at some point and was staring at Yan Ye with those sharp eyes. The force on his foot didn’t lessen, but increased instead.

Yan Ye was not someone who would be easily kicked off the bed. The distance between the two narrowed, and their hot breaths mingled in the air. The restless foot under the blanket was caught firmly by a pair of hands.

A hint of surprise flashed in Song Yang’s eyes. He didn’t expect this person to use his hand to grab his foot, and… and tickle the sole of his foot!

Song Yang’s pupils trembled violently, and he almost made a sound in his throat. He covered his mouth with his fingers, his eyes wide with anger, completely forgetting that he was the one who provoked the other person first.

After playing with the other party enough, Yan Ye released his foot, lowered his head, his chin just resting on Song Yang’s shoulder, and asked in a very low voice, “If President Song uses his foot against me again, don’t blame me for using my hands!”

Song Yang’s mind became hot with anger from his words. He raised his hand to slap Yan Ye, but then remembered using his hand to cover his mouth earlier, getting quite a bit of saliva on it. He tried to pull his hand back, but the slap brushed past Yan Ye’s face.

It didn’t look like hitting someone, but rather like a palm caressing someone’s face.

His face was a little wet. Yan Ye looked at Song Yang’s hand and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Please be a bit hygienic, President Song.”

Song Yang’s face had changed several times because of Yan Ye’s words. “Shut up, don’t talk anymore.”

To prevent losing his composure in front of Yang Fan later, Song Yang gritted his teeth and told the person next to him to shut up.

Yan Ye was also tired. As long as Song Yang didn’t cause trouble, he was very happy to keep his mouth shut now. He just didn’t know if there was any hint of romance between the two on the floor?

Yan Ye didn’t want to worry too much and simply fell asleep.

Song Yang silently moved a little farther away from him. Just as he was about to turn his head and turn his back to him, he saw the curtain by the window being blown by the night wind, a long strip like a rope hanging down, swaying with the wind.

Song Yang’s eyes showed fright. He immediately turned around again and slept face to face with Yan Ye, his body still moving forward little by little, until a wave of warm body temperature touched him. Song Yang stopped moving then, tucking half his head into the blanket, and smelled a faint jasmine tea fragrance.

Song Yang sniffed with his nose, took a deep breath, and tucked his head deeper into the blanket. Yan Ye had a very faint jasmine tea fragrance on him. They weren’t this close during the day, so without a careful sniff, it would really be hard to notice.

Song Yang didn’t dislike this smell, and even sniffed a few more times. What brand of body wash did Yan Ye use? Maybe he would buy some to try another day…

Song Yang fell into sleep smelling the not-unpleasant scent, forgetting the two people sleeping on the floor below the bed. He also didn’t notice that Xie Jifeng was sleeping very close to Yang Fan, just like he was with Yan Ye at the moment, able to feel each other’s body temperature being transmitted.

Rarely being able to be this close to Yang Fan for so long, Xie Jifeng also didn’t let go of this hard-won opportunity. He quietly used his fingers to hold the hand of the other person under the blanket.

Feeling the stiffness of Yang Fan’s fingers, Xie Jifeng had no intention of letting go.

An ambiguous atmosphere quietly appeared around the two. Yang Fan closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled twice. Pretending to be asleep was the best solution now. He didn’t know why Xie Jifeng wanted to hold his hand.