C22 Through the Back Door

Qin Lang had nothing to do that night. After shooting in the afternoon, he went straight to the hospital.

When he carried a basket of fruits to Qiao Lin's ward, he had already eaten and gone to bed.

Qin Lang entered the ward quietly and placed the fruit on the small round table in the room. Then, he said to Aunt Liu, who was guarding the side, "Aunt Liu, leave this place to me tonight. Go back and rest. Come back in the morning."

Aunt Liu had been a servant in the Qin family for many years. She was already surprised that Qin Lang cared so much about an outsider. She did not expect him to personally come to the hospital to take care of her at night.

"Yes, Mr. Qin." Although she was surprised, she had no right to ask. She could only do as Qin Lang told her to do. She took her things and prepared to leave.

When they reached the door of the ward, Aunt Liu looked at Qiao Lin, who was already asleep on the bed, and whispered, "Mr. Qiao seems to be very unhappy today. He hasn't spoken since breakfast."

Qin Lang nodded, "I understand."

After Aunt Liu left, Qin Lang went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Then he took an apple from the fruit basket and sat at the round table, peeling it carefully.

Qiao Lin did not sleep well. He woke up when Qin Lang walked into the ward and spoke to Aunt Liu.

At this moment, he was staring at Qin Lang.

Feeling the unfriendly gaze, Qin Lang raised his head and continued peeling the apple. "You're awake?"

"Yes." After Qiao Lin answered him, he turned around and stared at the ceiling, "I've seen the Weibo post you posted. The incident was quite real and the apology was sincere."

"So?" Qin Lang stood up and handed the peeled apple to Qiao Lin.

Qiao Lin took the apple and took a bite. He then said vaguely, "But you are wrong."

"Yes, it's my fault." Qin Lang did not deny the mistake he made.

"As you said on Weibo, you are Yu's guardian. No matter what your blood relation to him is, as a guardian, you should do your duty as a guardian. Legally, you are his umbrella." Qiao Lin swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He was worried that Yu would encounter the same thing that happened yesterday again. However, he did not know much about Qin Lang and Yu, and his words were filled with personal emotions.

Qin Lang stood by the bed and looked at the person on the bed. Qiao Lin looked calm, but his bright eyes dimmed at that moment.

Qin Lang clearly remembered that Qiao Lin had told him that he had parents, but they were no different from his parents.

Could it be that the matter between him and Yu reminded Qiao Lin of his parents? Was this the reason why he was unhappy today?

"Qin Lang, do you remember what you said to me last night? You said you wanted to make it up to me." Qiao Lin suddenly changed the topic and sat up on the bed.

Qin Lang did not ask about Qiao Lin's parents. In Qiao Lin's eyes, he was not even a friend, so what right did he have to ask?

"Remember, have you thought of what compensation you need?"

Qiao Lin nodded, "Teach me how to act."

He suddenly decided to stick to his original idea.

Qin Lang was not surprised by the other party's conditions. After dirtying Yang Cheng's clothes yesterday, Qiao Lin was provoked by Yang Cheng's insults and took the initiative to ask him for advice on how to become famous.

"You don't have to question your acting skills. You've taught me how to act, and I've been on the same set with you more than once over the years. I've seen you act."

In the past few years, Qin Lang had met Qiao Lin many times on set. More than one director had appreciated Qiao Lin's serious attitude and good appearance and wanted to give him a role with lines in the drama to give him a chance. However, all of these were rejected by Qiao Lin. Instead, he would rather take a few tens of yuan a day and act as an unknown extras, playing the role of a passerby who might not even have a face.

"Then will I still have a chance now?" Qiao Lin asked with a smile, "Won't it be too late for me to officially enter the industry at my age?"

"Even if we don't have a chance, we can create one. Besides, you're only 25 years old, don't think too highly of yourself."

"Then does this count as using my interpersonal connections to get in through the back door?" Qiao Lin took a big bite out of the apple. In fact, he had hated it before as well - his hard work could not overcome the fact that other people had nepotism.

"Since you have such a relationship, why don't you use it?"

Qiao Lin looked at Qin Lang vigilantly, afraid that this brat would play tricks on him, "Let me make it clear first, I won't accept your unspoken rules."

The corner of Qin Lang's mouth twitched helplessly. Yesterday, when he told him about the unspoken rules, perhaps there really was a moment when he wanted to take someone for himself, but after what happened last night, he was afraid that he would scare him away. " Don't worry. We agreed to compensate him. There won't be any unspoken rules."