When She Stops Being Dramatic novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 83: Top Star of the 1960s Cultural Troupe (22)

The windows in the room were wide open. A light blue bedsheet and duvet cover were drying on the balcony. The floors and furniture were spotless, and the faint, clean scent of soap lingered in the air.

Liu Mingkun poked his head in and couldn’t help but laugh. "Well now, Brother Hao, your VIP reception is praiseworthy. To think you’d clean so thoroughly without saying a word..."

A trainload of teasing remarks died in his throat the moment he met Huo Tianhao’s unsmiling gaze.

After settling the children onto the bed, Huo Tianhao pulled out a stack of meal tickets and shoved them at Liu Mingkun, giving him a look that said it all.

Liu Mingkun chuckled and rubbed his nose. He looked around, then grabbed He Qingran by the arm. "Come on, let’s go. I’ll show you around the transportation team’s grounds, and we can swing by the cafeteria to see what you like to eat."

Though a little tired, He Qingran smiled and didn’t refuse. As she was leaving, she patted Xia Zhaoyun’s shoulder and whispered, "Yunyun, I’ve been thinking. A house is important, sure, but finding a partner for life is so much harder. If it comes down to it, just forget about the house!"

"Besides, you’re so skilled. The transportation team’s arts troupe would definitely be happy to have you..."

Feeling a headache coming on, Xia Zhaoyun pushed her toward the door. "Qingran, don’t worry about my problems. Right now, you’re the one who’s met a potential match."

"You should get all the details on him, and later we can ask around and see if he’s a good fit."

He Qingran’s face instantly flushed red. She stomped her foot in embarrassment. "Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, you’re terrible!"

With that, she turned and ran off.

Xia Zhaoyun pressed her lips together to keep from laughing. She closed the door and turned, only to find the man standing right behind her.

The smile on her face faded. "Brother Hao, thank you for your help these past couple of days."

Huo Tianhao turned and poured two glasses of water—one of which was brown sugar water for Xia Zhaoyun. He then sat on the sofa, tilted his chin up, and said, "Sit down. Let’s talk."

The apartment was a standard one-bedroom layout of about fifty square meters, so the living room wasn’t large to begin with. The man’s tall, imposing frame and his predatory aura—like a leopard feigning laziness while stalking its prey—made the room feel even more cramped.

For some reason, Xia Zhaoyun’s recently calmed heart began to race again. She shuffled hesitantly to the seat farthest away from him and sat down.

But it was already getting hot in mid-May, and the man was only wearing a white shirt. Through the thin fabric, she could feel the heat radiating from his firm chest. He stiffened at her touch, his muscles twitching involuntarily...

Then, as if they had both touched a live wire, they recoiled to opposite sides.

Huo Tianhao cleared his throat. "Comrade Xia Zhaoyun, this is no joke. I am your beloved Huo Tianhao!"

Xia Zhaoyun still couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. The early summer evening suddenly felt chillingly cold. She stammered, "But... but didn’t you fall off a cliff?"

"The comrades who were escorting the supplies with you saw you fall with their own eyes. They even brought back your blood-stained clothes."

"Could it be... could it be that you’ve possessed someone else’s body? And you even changed his name back to your own?"

’I used to be a Ghost, so it’s a logical conclusion for me.’

Huo Tianhao couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. "Xia Zhaoyun, how does your mind even work? Possessing a body? This is the New Society. If you said that kind of thing outside, you’d be arrested and subjected to daily criticism sessions."