Chapter 119: Please, Come with Me!

The Queen series and the Moth-Eyebrow series of photographs were both completed within a single day—a speed that could only be described as miraculous.

Everyone was filled with joy and anticipation, especially after viewing the negatives of the Moth-Eyebrow series. Creators often have a premonition when a masterpiece is born; it was clear that, with proper promotion, the Moth-Eyebrow series was destined to become a classic in the advertising world.

To thank Jin Derui for his hard work, Li Qingcheng originally intended to treat him to a meal. Unexpectedly, he insisted on paying for everyone himself. He was no fool. As a veteran who had been immersed in this industry for many years, he knew exactly what kind of reputation the Moth-Eyebrow series would bring him once it was released. And with fame, could money be far behind? Thus, apart from Qingcheng International and the model Chen Sixuan, he was the greatest beneficiary.

It was hard to refuse such a grand gesture, so Li Qingcheng let him pick up the tab. However, she secretly called her company accountant and ordered a golden Buddha statue to be purchased as a gift for him.

The host and the guests were all delighted, and any minor unpleasantness from earlier had long since vanished.

After seeing Jin Derui off, Qin Luo stood at the hotel entrance with Li Qingcheng and Chen Sixuan.

"How does it feel to be a star? Will you consider Director Jin's suggestion? He thinks extremely highly of your acting talent," Li Qingcheng asked, watching Qin Luo with a beaming smile.

She was truly a queen of many faces. Under the sunlight, Li Qingcheng was dazzling and radiant. By night, she seemed draped in a sheer veil; her eyes, her brows, and her lips became hazy, yet this haze made her appear incredibly sexy—like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, tempting to all, yet keeping everyone at a distance.

"I was sitting at the same table as him; he couldn't very well praise someone else," Qin Luo said with a laugh. "I have no experience in filming commercials. They have much higher requirements for acting. I’m afraid Director Jin would be driven mad by me."

"You didn't have any experience in print advertising either, did you? You performed quite well today," Chen Sixuan added from the side. As the lead actress for the video commercial, she naturally hoped to continue working with Qin Luo.

"See? Sixuan is looking forward to working with you, too. You were so tender and intimate painting her eyebrows just a moment ago; are you going to break our beauty's heart so soon?" Li Qingcheng teased.

Qin Luo thought for a moment and said, "Since you don't have any objections, then I'll do it. But if the result isn't good, you aren't allowed to blame me."

Li Qingcheng laughed and scolded, "I wouldn't dream of blaming you. If the results are poor, it just means you'll earn a little less money."

"That counts as a promise," Chen Sixuan said with a smile, her eyes filled with a watery gaze as she looked at Qin Luo.

"Alright," Qin Luo nodded.

"So, what's the plan? Are you coming back with us, or are you going back to see your Sister Lin?" Li Qingcheng asked.

"I think I'll head back," Qin Luo replied.

"Back? Back to Sister Li's place, or back to Sister Lin's place?"

"Back to Sister Lin's... home," Qin Luo said. He had been out all night yesterday; if he didn't return now, it would be hard to explain himself to Elder Lin.

"Sigh, how heartbreaking," Li Qingcheng said with a look of feigned grief. "Look at that, Sister Lin is worth more than the two of us combined? We could even let you sleep on the sofa."

"Then where would I sleep?" Qin Luo felt his heart skip a beat.

"On the floor, of course," Li Qingcheng and Chen Sixuan burst into laughter.

"I'm leaving. You two can go back on your own," Qin Luo said resentfully.

"By the way," Li Qingcheng giggled, "who were you thinking of when you were drawing Sixuan's eyebrows today? You looked so deeply affectionate—it seems you already have a girl in your dreams."

Chen Sixuan also stared at Qin Luo, listening intently.

"It was you," Qin Luo said with a smile.

"Pah! You think you can fool me with that kind of talk? I know my own worth. You don't even like the little rich girl, so someone like me certainly wouldn't catch your eye," Li Qingcheng retorted.

"Since you don't believe me, then guess for yourself," Qin Luo laughed.

Just then, a taxi pulled up in front of them, and Qin Luo opened the door and climbed in.

When Qin Luo returned, Lin Qingyuan was still sitting in the living room watching television. He didn't see Lin Wanxi; he wondered if she had already gone upstairs to rest.

Seeing Qin Luo return, Lin Qingyuan smiled and said, "You rascal, you promised me you'd be back for dinner yesterday. I even had Aunt Li make your favorite steamed sea bass, but you didn't show up."

"I was keeping a friend company yesterday," Qin Luo said apologetically. Lin Qingyuan took great care of him in his daily life, personally directing the menu to suit his southern palate.

"Haha, no matter. It's normal for young people to go out and see friends. Wanxi used to be even wilder than you—sigh, now I can't even get her to go out if I tried," Lin Qingyuan sighed.

"Grandpa, don't worry. I will definitely cure Sister Lin," Qin Luo said, offering comfort after seeing the sadness on Lin Qingyuan's face at the mention of his granddaughter's condition.

"Good. I believe in you. If you can't do it, who can?" Lin Qingyuan patted Qin Luo's shoulder and chuckled. "Alright, enough about that. Take a look at these." Lin Qingyuan picked up several newspapers from beside the sofa.

They were all today’s issues, including professional medical journals and mainstream media papers like the *Yanjing City Daily* and the *Yanjing Evening News*. Every single one of them featured extensive reports on the "Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall."

"Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall, Uniting the Power of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."

"Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall Holds Free Clinic at Mingmen Plaza; Renowned TCM Experts Take to the Streets for the First Time..."

"At the Invitation of Yanjing TV, Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall to Launch a 'Great TCM Lecture Series' on Yanjing Channel AA..."

"A Kind Heart, An Undying Medical Soul—A Profile of Shan Xingshu, the Backing Investor of Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall..."

Qin Luo flipped through them one by one. After finishing, he smiled and said, "This Huaxia Famous Doctors Hall is quite popular lately. Their ads are everywhere."

"They were just reporting on it on TV. If you had come back a few minutes earlier, you would have seen it," Lin Qingyuan said, pointing at the television.

"It seems this Shan Xingshu has quite a bit of influence. To make such a big splash in such a short time, and even manage to get Yanjing TV on board," Qin Luo remarked with admiration.

"Indeed. If you don't have the means, you couldn't afford to burn through resources like that," Lin Qingyuan said. "But I just feel something is off. Tell me, why would a perfectly normal person decide to do something like this?"

"Isn't there an interview report right here? Because his grandfather was a TCM practitioner, he wants to fulfill his grandfather's wish and promote the art of traditional medicine," Qin Luo said, pointing to the article titled 'A Kind Heart, An Undying Medical Soul.'

"If only that were true," Lin Qingyuan replied. "If one more person stood up to do this, your burden would be a little lighter; you wouldn't have to carry it all on your own. But the human heart is treacherous. I fear they are just out to make a quick buck. Once they've made enough money, they'll just walk away. What happens to the mess they leave behind? Our field of traditional medicine cannot withstand another blow."

Qin Luo nodded. "Since you're worried, Grandpa Lin, I'll keep an eye on it. If I have time tomorrow, I'll go pay this 'Famous Doctors Hall' a visit myself."

"Good. Keep a close watch on them. With such a massive operation, I can't help but feel they are planning something much bigger," Lin Qingyuan urged.

Those who had dedicated their entire lives to the cause of traditional Chinese medicine protected the industry as if it were their own child. In any field, those who recklessly caused damage were nothing but opportunists who lacked love or contribution to the industry.

"Where is Sister Lin?"

"She's upstairs. She's probably asleep," Lin Qingyuan said.

"I'm going up to take a shower. You should get some rest too, Grandpa," Qin Luo said.

"Right. I was just waiting for you to come back so I could talk about this. Keeping it bottled up was making me feel uneasy," Lin Qingyuan said.

As Qin Luo walked past Lin Wanxi's room, he hesitated, then reached out and knocked on her door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Is there something you need?"

"Nothing. Just checking to see if you were asleep."

"..."

The next morning, while Qin Luo was fast asleep, a rapid knocking sounded at his door. He grabbed the alarm clock by his bedside and checked it—it wasn't even six o'clock yet.

"Who is it?" Qin Luo shouted.

"Qin Luo, it's me. The young miss said you had very important things to do today and told me to remind you to get up at five-thirty. Are you awake?" The voice of Aunt Li, the housekeeper, came through the door.

"I'm... awake," Qin Luo said, lying in bed. This woman, she was clearly getting her revenge.

"Well, knowing how to get back at people is a good sign," Qin Luo chuckled to himself. He then sprang from the bed in a single fluid motion, washed up, and put on the sportswear Lin Wanxi had given him to go downstairs for his morning workout.

While lecturing in the classroom, Qin Luo kept feeling as though someone was watching him from outside. Each time he poked his head out to look, he couldn't find the stalker.

Just as the second period ended and Qin Luo was preparing to take his books to the office for a faculty meeting, a man with a sleazy appearance dressed in an expensive suit blocked his path.

"Teacher Qin Luo?" The man looked at Qin Luo with a grin, revealing two rows of perfectly aligned, yellowed teeth.

"That's me," Qin Luo said, watching him with caution. "Who are you?"

"I'm Tian Luo. If you have a moment, please come with me. Someone wants to see you."

"If someone wants to see me, tell them to come here. I'm busy. I don't have time," Qin Luo said, attempting to push past him. *Idiot. I don't even know if you're human or a ghost, why would I go with you?*

"You wouldn't want to force me to make a move on campus, would you?" The man still wore a smiling expression, but he carefully extinguished the cigarette he held between his fingers and tucked the remaining butt into his pocket.

"Suit yourself," Qin Luo shrugged, secretly gathering his energy in his palms. If the man dared to make a move, he would be ready to meet him with a palm strike.

Their eyes met in the air, clashing with the intensity of steel striking steel. The atmosphere at the scene solidified; the already chilly air seemed to freeze over. They both stood in silent anticipation, waiting to land a fatal blow on the other.

Suddenly, a leaf fell from a tree, drifting slowly toward the space between them—

Just as the leaf was about to touch the ground, Tian Luo suddenly spoke.

"Sigh, you really are making things difficult for me. The Young Master said I should invite you politely. How could I possibly lay a hand on you? Sir, Master Qin, I beg you, please just come with me. I, Tian Luo, will never forget your great kindness." Tian Luo’s face crumpled into a look of misery, and he looked as if he were about to kneel and kowtow on the spot.