After walking for a while I remember what happened again and decided to leave before any more casualties could happen.
I rearranged my clothes before walking dejectedly out of the company, going straight home. I don't want to stay in the company any longer than I have to, I have met more than enough people in just one day.
There is Michael, the cold-hearted superstar of RG. Entertainment, Suzanne, the rude superstar, and Steven, the Charming young man, are the only bits of goodness I encountered today; the rest are just like a curse.
I walked into our compound and found flowers everywhere, with a note on the floor that said to follow the flowers; Wei Qing is at it again, I thought with a smile.
I followed the trail of the Red lily to my room, and it felt like I was somewhere else entirely because every surface seemed to sparkle.
My room had been neatly organized and cleaned.
Wei Qing had washed my clothes, even my panties after she complained, and then she went ahead to wash them. My books have been organized, my work table has been arranged, and the sticky notes discarded with only a few important ones remaining.
That is Qinqing for you; she will complain nonstop about everything and later do all the cleaning and cooking. I hardly do any house chores, except, of course, yapping my mouth off while she does all the work.
I wonder what I would do without her; I love her so much. Hopefully, I'll never have to find out.
I entered my room and met a cake on the bed with candles on them, and congratulations written on it.
Qinqing had placed it there with a piece of paper beside it, and on the paper, she had written "Congratulations on your new job" in her neat and crisp handwriting.
I looked around for her, and she burst out from the bathroom with confetti poppers in her hand and popped it, pouring the trinkets on my body.
I burst into joyful laughter and hugged her hard, she knows exactly how to lighten up a bad day.
"How sure are you that I will get the job?" I asked, my face mirroring the happiness on her own.
"Because I know you are great. I know you can do whatever you set your mind to," she said, and I hugged her even harder.
That is the way she has always been; every time I go for an interview, she always prepares for celebration, and at the end of the day, whether I get employed or not, we still celebrate and enjoy each other, always hoping for a better future.
"I love you, Wei Qing; I wonder what I will do without you," I whispered, my throat clogged with emotions.
"You are not going to have to find out" She replied, her voice tight, probably remembering how far we have come together.
"So, did you get the job?" she asked after a while, and I stood still, not saying anything; Wei Qing was about to go into her tirade, encouraging me.
But I jumped up and shouted a hearty YES and she shouted along with me and put on music so we could dance together.
The first music that pops up is Michael's song "Celebrations". I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard his voice and remembered my encounter with him.
Qinqing noticed this and stopped dancing to look at my face.
"Lingling, is something wrong?" She inquired, shouting over the music.
"I met Lin Yan today," I mouthed in reply.
"What did you say? I can't hear you properly," she said and lowered the volume of the music to a soft hum.
I know she can hear me just fine, she was just being dramatic.
"I said I met the world infamous Lin Yan today," I said, dragging the word with emphasis, while I rolled my eyes with how dramatic I knew she would get.
"What!! How did he look? Does he look as handsome as he does in the papers? Are you gonna work with him?" she asked all this in one breath and was about to ask more when I stopped her, holding up my hand to signal that she should stop her tirade of questions.
"Which of these questions do I answer first?" I asked her, and she kept quiet, knowing if she pushed it, I wouldn't give her the answers she wanted.
My mind wandered back to Lin Yan's face, and I nodded to myself.
"Well, he seems more handsome than he looks on paper and TV, and as for working directly with him, I sincerely hope not," I yelled the last part with force, punctuating the air with my finger.
"Why? You don't want to work with him? Did he do something rude or bad while you were there?" She bombarded me with questions again.
"No, he actually saved me," I said, drawing out the last part, my eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Saved you, how?" She asked and I narrated everything to her while her eyes kept beaming with every piece of information I revealed.
"Then, why don't you want to work with him? It's going to be nice working with him; I bet your salary would be huge," she said with enthusiasm, and I looked distastefully at her.
She is such a fangirl!
"Let's go check his net worth," She said and pulled her laptop out. I shook my head at her, but she ignored me.
She typed Chen Lin Yan on Google, and Michael's face popped up on the screen immediately. He really is popular, and Hannah scrolled down to type on his biography.
"Michael (Chen Lin Yan), a popular musician, model, dancer, and artist who had won Oscars for having the most handsome face in the world two years round, also known as the face of Chinese Entertainment," Wei Qing read out loud.
"He operates in a multitude of musical companies, with talent agencies groveling to have him, it is said that he is the most expensive music idol in Chinese and is also a major shareholder in his mother Jewelry company, "La Beaute","
"His father operates a business empire, Chen and Co. Ltd, and he is also a major shareholder of the Chen empire, his position in the company is only rivaled by his father's,"
"It is said that there is a long-time feud between Michael and his father, they are not as close as they seem,"
"Michael's older sister, Xiao Lan, is also a major shareholder in the Jewelry company, and she is the closest to Mike; the relationship between these two popular siblings is completely natural," Wei Qing read all this out while I looked on with incredulity.
"Now let's go check his net worth," she declared, catching her breath before she typed something into the system.
She looked at the screen of the laptop with openmouthed awe.
"Qinqing, what's wrong? How much is he worth?" I asked, my curiosity piqued by her reaction.
She turned the laptop to me, and on the screen was a figure I had never seen in my life; I couldn't even pronounce it.
"How can someone be that rich?" Wei Qing voiced aloud, echoing the thoughts that were going through my mind.
"I hope you get to work with him; that way, your future is secured," She said again, and if looks could kill, the one I sent her would have her withering on the floor by now.