I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Chapter 1787: Her Room Was Worse Than a Kennel

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Qiao Mianmian was naturally very satisfied with this room.

What surprised her the most was the washroom.

Although it was small, it was still an independent washroom.

This was very rare in a village.

Compared to Qiao Mianmian’s surprise, Song Ke’s and Little Xiao’s rooms were average.

Their room wasn’t even as good as Zhan Bo’s.

There was only a bed and a cabinet, nothing else.

Song Ke lost her temper. “What kind of lousy house is this? Is this a place for people to live?”

Song Ke’s sugar daddy bought her a villa, a luxury car, and arranged for many servants to take care of her. Song Ke had never suffered much in the entertainment industry.

In her eyes, her room was worse than a kennel.

They wanted her to stay here for the next month?

Song Ke found it unbearable.

She threw her luggage aside and stormed out of the room.

Zhao Yuan stayed in the room next to Siheyuan in order to communicate with the guests.

When Song Ke found him, Zhao Yuan was feeding the chicks in the yard with a handful of rice.

Song Ke looked at the few chicks eating happily and her eyes turned disdainful. She walked past them and stopped in front of him. “Brother Zhao, can I change my room?”

Zhao Yuan looked up at her. “You want to change rooms?”

“Mm.” Song Ke nodded.

“Why?”

“I think that room is a little gloomy. I’m afraid.” Song Ke wasn’t stupid enough to say the real reason.

If she said that it was because the house was too shabby and she didn’t want to live in it, wouldn’t she offend the production crew?

“It’s cloudy?” Zhao Yuan looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, as well as the scorching sun. “No way, the weather is pretty good today. And the rooms you’re staying in are rather well-lit.”

“But I just feel cold. When I walked in, I felt cold air blowing on me.” Song Ke lied. “The cold air in that room is very strong. If I stay in it for too long, I’ll definitely get sick.”

Zhao Yuan stared at her for a few seconds and slowly understood what was going on.

Previously, when Qiao Mianmian drew the best room, Song Ke said she got it by underhanded means.

And now she was saying that her room was dark.

She was definitely dissatisfied with her room.

Zhao Yuan would never agree to such a request.

The production crew had their own arrangements. If they followed the artistes’ wishes, what was there to see?

But Zhao Yuan couldn’t reject her directly. He thought for a while and said, “According to the production crew’s rules, you can’t change rooms. But the rules are dead, and people are alive. You can ask the others if they’re willing to change rooms with you.

“If anyone is willing, you can change rooms with them.”

…

When Song Ke returned to Siheyuan, she recalled what Zhao Yuan said to her.

If she wanted to change rooms, she wanted Qiao Mianmian’s room.

But was that scheming b*tch willing to exchange rooms with her?

As Song Ke thought about it, she walked to Qiao Mianmian’s room.

In the room.

Qiao Mianmian was still unpacking her luggage.