Chapter 73

Liu Qin entered the top twenty with a nearly perfect posture.

The fans who had always supported Liu Qin were naturally elated, and they couldn't help but seek out the brain-dead fans of Li Tianyin to vent their frustrations.

However, Liu Qin's reaction this time was very swift. Before the fans could swarm out to attack the other side, she posted a calming Weibo: "Listen to the music quietly, no drama."

This Weibo dissuaded many fans from seeking revenge, and the comments below were full of praise.

"This is the demeanor of a true artist!"

"Not like a certain contestant who pretends to be generous, saying she has a good relationship with Liu Qin, while letting her fans bite others."

"The difference is clear at a glance."

"I like Liu Qin, I like her calm and composed demeanor."

"This is a true superstar, a high-quality idol of today!" ...

The fans' comments were always full of love. The most interesting part was that Li Tianyin actually forwarded Liu Qin's Weibo and added a comment: "Congratulations to Big Sister Liu Qin for advancing."

"Ha ha..."

"Ha ha..."

"Ha ha..."

"Ha ha..."

Although Liu Qin's fans restrained their impulse to curse, they still left a uniform "Ha ha" in the comments under Li Tianyin's forwarded Weibo, which was neatly aligned and had a formidable presence.

Faced with so many "Ha ha," Li Tianyin's fans felt frustrated. They knew that the other side's comment was not well-intentioned, but they couldn't find any direct evidence of provocation.

They wanted to counter Liu Qin's fans but didn't know where to start, because from beginning to end, the other side had only posted "Ha ha"...

Thus, Li Tianyin's fans were somewhat embarrassed and could only force themselves to ignore these glaring, ill-intentioned "Ha ha."

Fortunately, Liu Qin's fans were indeed quite rational. After posting "Ha ha," they didn't say anything more extreme, which left Li Tianyin's fans seething with anger but helpless.

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Liu Qin's matter was finally settled.

Luoyang finally had time to focus on his own affairs. His most important task at the moment was to fulfill his contract with Weibo and release "Living with a Flight Attendant."

"Pure Love Master Bai Yi's new book release, exclusive to Weibo, coming soon!" This was the carefully crafted advertisement by Weibo, with golden letters that looked very dominant and eye-catching.

And now, Luoyang had firmly established himself as the "Pure Love Master," a title that even made Liu Qin, who didn't read much, feel envious.

After all, she loved those cool-sounding titles the most.

On the other side, Amber, very diligently, helped Luoyang release the first chapter of "Living with a Flight Attendant" at midnight.

"Life in the city should be happy, at least with sufficient material security and economic sources. I don't have to go to work on time every day, and I can leave whenever I want. Plus, I have a group of friends, not many but very close, which makes me feel very happy and satisfied.

I live on the edge of a central business district, in a good neighborhood. Although there are only a few high-rise buildings, the property management is still excellent, so most of the residents here are people with a good economic foundation. Although I am not one of them, I have managed to become one of them by spending my money wisely.

I don't know what time I will leave my building every day, but I know I only return here late at night or even in the early morning. I rarely run into anyone when I come back, but I did run into her.

The first time I met her was a very ordinary encounter. When I was about to close the elevator door, she called out from behind and rushed in. I quickly pressed the button to keep the door open, giving her a chance to ride with me.

"Thank you." She was a very polite girl, perhaps due to her profession. Anyone could tell from her attire and the small suitcase she was dragging that she was a flight attendant, a profession that has a significant appeal to ordinary men like me. Although some people describe them as just service staff, with a higher altitude for their service.

I smiled and nodded, trying to make a good impression on her, even though I might never have the chance to get to know her. Giving a good impression to a beautiful woman is my consistent style. Who knows when a beautiful woman might have a moment of confusion, and then my chance would come. I often think this way, but so far it's just a fantasy.

The elevator stopped at the 15th floor, and then I went up to my 17th floor alone. After that, every time I took the elevator down, I hoped it would stop at the 15th floor, or when I came back, I would hear that voice I wasn't very familiar with. We rode the elevator together many times but never spoke.

Finally, one day, when I saw her again, she was not alone. A tall, handsome young man was with her. From his uniform, I knew he was also in the aviation industry, but I couldn't tell if he was a pilot or a flight attendant due to my lack of "aviation knowledge." I could tell that their relationship was at least at the level of a couple, and in terms of appearance, I was not in the same league as him.

Just as I decided to give up my fantasies about this beautiful woman, I saw her again.

"Hey, wake up. How can a beautiful woman sleep on someone else's bed like this?" I found her on a bench in the neighborhood.

"Huh?" She looked at me blankly. The neighborhood lighting was good, and even though it was late, I could see her rosy cheeks and smell the alcohol, indicating she had been drinking heavily.

"Hey, can you react a bit? Otherwise, I won't be gentle." I tried to make her more alert and a bit more sober, but she remained unresponsive. It seemed she was drunk enough for me to do whatever I wanted. I wouldn't miss this chance to show my gentlemanly demeanor, so I helped her into the building.

"Where do you live?" I knew she lived on the 15th floor, but I didn't know which apartment. She just transferred all her weight to me and ignored what I was saying. In the elevator, I was at a loss, trying several times to wake her up. The result was that in the few seconds she was awake, she vomited on both our clothes.

With no other choice, I took the beautiful woman back to my place on the 17th floor.

(This chapter is just to meet the word count and be posted before midnight. Please be patient, I will write another chapter. The second chapter might be a bit late, so check back tomorrow...)