After staggering out of Luo Yishan's sight, Yan Ke'er followed the direction Yuan Meng had left earlier and made her way outside.
She reached out and tried to push the door, but it was locked tight and wouldn't budge.
Yan Ke'er clicked her tongue and secretly glanced around.
Good, no one was around.
She took out a hairpin from her head and inserted it into the keyhole.
It seemed that's how people picked locks in TV dramas. She'd give it a try. Maybe, by some stroke of luck, she could unlock the door.
The reason she was so persistent was that Yan Ke'er sensed something was off. Yuan Meng was usually soft and cute, but today she seemed like a completely different person.
Moreover, the familiarity Ai Yue exuded made her suspect there was something fishy going on.
"Miss, what are you doing?"
The waiter's voice rang out from behind. Yan Ke'er immediately straightened her back and looked back. At the same time, she quickly put away the hairpin in her hand.
She placed her hand on her chest, dry-heaved twice, and leaned against the door dizzily. "Ugh, I feel sick."
The waiter eyed the door suspiciously, then looked at Yan Ke'er. "Do you need me to notify your family or find someone to pick you up?"
Yan Ke'er showed no sign of guilt on her face. She waved her hand. "It's okay. I just want to go to the toilet. You don't need to worry about me."
"I came here to have fun today. Hmph, family. Those people are all useless."
She put on a perfect drunk act. From her words, it seemed she had a little conflict with her family.
All the waiter's suspicions vanished. She seemed like a poor soul. He nodded. "Then please watch your step."
Yan Ke'er waved her hand impatiently. The waiter didn't want to stay and upset her, so he quietly left.
Anyone who could afford to drink at Blue Note wasn't an ordinary person. He didn't want any trouble.
After the waiter left, Yan Ke'er pretended to lean against the wall for a while, mainly because she was afraid he'd come back.
After confirming the waiter wasn't coming back, she silently took out the hairpin again, bent down, and was about to continue her lock-picking plan.
But this time, just as she bent down, the door suddenly swung open.
Yan Ke'er was still hunched over, holding the small hairpin in her hand. She locked eyes with Yuan Meng.
Yuan Meng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the hairpin. "What are you doing?"
"Cough." Yan Ke'er straightened up and put on an innocent look.
"I came to find you. The hairpin just fell to the ground. I was picking it up when you opened the door."
Looking at the hairpin in her hand, Yuan Meng raised an eyebrow. Who wore a hairpin like that, all bent out of shape?
But it didn't really matter.
"I've changed my clothes. Let's go out." Yuan Meng said.
Yan Ke'er nodded. Her round, grape-like eyes looked at Yuan Meng curiously.
What was going on? Although Yuan Meng's attitude was the same as before, she felt much closer to her, as if this was the real Yuan Meng.
No, the blush on her face seemed to be a different color.
"Yuan Meng." Yan Ke'er stopped walking and pointed at the blush on Yuan Meng's face.
"Did you go back to touch up your makeup?" she asked, squinting slightly, highly suspicious.
Yuan Meng's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect Yan Ke'er to be so observant.
She gently touched her cheek and nodded silently. "Yeah. I wiped off the blush when I changed my clothes. I just touched it up."
"Do you like this color?"
Hearing this, Yan Ke'er silently looked her up and down. Although Yuan Meng's explanation made sense, when combined with everything that had happened before...
Tsk, she was still suspicious.
Yan Ke'er remained skeptical as they returned to the bar.
Yuan Meng imitated Mu Ran's earlier behavior and ignored everyone.
She was in the middle of a conflict with her husband, and it was understandable that her personality was different from before.
"Aren't you supposed to start writing your manuscript?" Lu Nanwei suddenly said.
The wine Yuan Meng had just taken a sip of almost sprayed out. The sudden shock made her cough uncontrollably.
Yan Ke'er quickly patted her on the back and complained, "Yuan Meng's been in a bad mood lately. Don't force her to write."
"Besides, the quality of the manuscript written in this state won't be very good, right?"
These words sounded like music to Yuan Meng's ears. For the first time, she thought Yan Ke'er's voice was so wonderful.
"Writing the manuscript was her own promise. Netizens are all urging her now. It's not up to me." Lu Nanwei said coldly.
She was like a cold-hearted judge, a ruthless taskmaster.
Luo Yishan watched the show with a smile on her lips. Ai Yue had never been in such a difficult situation before. Wearing Yuan Meng's skin, she was really pitiful.
Seeing her friend in such a predicament, she felt quite satisfied. After all, such a scene didn't happen often.
In the end, Yuan Meng was forced back into the room. She had to finish writing the ending as quickly as possible and guarantee its quality.
With Lu Nanwei's sharp eyes watching, she didn't even have the chance to slack off.
As soon as the ending was published, there were rave reviews online. Readers were finally satisfied.
They had waited so long, hoped so much. They never thought they'd actually get to see the ending in their lifetime.
Don't ask, just know they were happy.
Within half an hour, there were so many discussions that the post of the ending written by Sanyuan even made it onto the trending list.
At the same time, because Bei Mo suddenly admitted on various social media platforms that she was inferior to Ai Yue, this also slowly climbed onto the trending list.
People in the industry seized the opportunity and introduced to everyone who Ai Yue was, someone who could make Bei Mo publicly admit her inferiority.
Sanyuan published a book, and Ai Yue became well-known.
These two people who seemed to have nothing to do with each other ended up on the same trending list.
So, Ai Yue's new fans and Sanyuan Yuan Meng's fans started to compete with each other.
[Mist is Lost: Just because Bei Mo posted a status, Ai Yue made it onto the trending list. I seriously suspect the capitalists are trying to push her in front of us.]
[All Sanyuan Fans are Idiots: Are you crazy? Ai Yue has such an impressive resume. Why would she need to be pushed? As for that Sanyuan, all she did was write a book. What's the big deal?]
[Yuan Meng is the Cutest: What do you mean all she did was write a book? Ai Yue's fans are so disrespectful to their senior!]
Fans had different opinions and started to defend their idols. They all wanted their idols to be at the top of the trending list.
As a result, the quarrel between the two groups of fans also made it onto the trending list. There hadn't been such a big quarrel in the circle for a long time. Yuan Meng was also forced to see the Weibo posts.
"Ai Yue is really good, but so are you. Why are these two groups of fans arguing?" Yan Ke'er looked completely confused.
After seeing the Weibo posts, Yuan Meng twitched the corner of her mouth. She also thought it was absurd.
They were all her aliases, and all their fans were hers. But the fans were arguing because of these two aliases.
What was this? It was like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. Family members were fighting against each other!