Chapter Thirty-Two: Let me teach you again, this is how you should do something wrong.

Seeing the director's expression change suddenly, he explained with a fawning look, "Mr. Wen, what I was saying was that when I saw Mrs. Song...Wen...in the classroom, I felt that she was different from the other students, and I was even planning to promote her into the industry. I didn't expect her to be from your family."

A bead of cold sweat rolled down the director's temple. He struggled to control his breathing, his feet trembling so badly they could have dug a mouse hole in the floor.

Wen Jing lowered his voice and asked, "Your movie?"

The director's eyelids twitched a few times, and he kept repeating apologies on his lips.

Just a few months ago, he won the Best New Director award and started planning this drama, aiming for even greater honors.

They put a lot of effort into this movie, from the scriptwriting to the promotion, everything was done in advance.

They specifically invited Shen Zhuangyue, who is currently on the rise, to guarantee viewership. With her there, there's no way they won't have a market among young people.

He racked his brains to sneak into the banquet, and shamelessly approached President Wen, obtaining financial support from this big boss behind the scenes.

Now that this whole mess has happened, if President Wen gets upset, the movie is off the charts.

For Mr. Wen, the loss of the movie is nothing more than a feather.

But for him, that would mean going bankrupt.

With his heart in his throat, the director looked at Song Nian'an with pleading eyes, begging for his forgiveness.

Song Nian'an didn't take it seriously at all; she was just too hungry, so why was she making such a fuss?

But Shen Zhuangyue really annoyed him.

Song Nian'an tugged at Wen Jing's sleeve and whispered, "It's alright, I'm fine."

The walls were gray and white, the incandescent lights were cold and dim, and the afternoon sunlight in the infirmary had slowly faded.

Wen Jing's expression remained largely unchanged, revealing neither joy nor anger; in fact, she showed absolutely no reaction, leaving the director at a loss.

The director gave Shen Zhuangyue a push from behind, implying that she should apologize to Song Nian'an as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhuangyue's tone was very reluctant. She hurriedly walked to the bedside and looked at Song Nian'an and Wen Jing.

Shen Zhuangyue panicked. She knew that if Wen Jing was really angry and wanted to vent his anger for Song Nian'an, then she would be completely finished and would be blacklisted.

No matter how dissatisfied she was, she could only bend down and bow deeply.

When she looked up again, her acting skills kicked in; with red eyes, she leaned against the headboard and cried to Song Nian'an.

"Fang Ming came back to me and told me a lot about you, which is why I became prejudiced against you. I'm sorry, Nian'an, I won't say anything carelessly again. I was wrong. Please forgive me this time!"

Song Nian'an didn't respond directly to him, only feeling that this person was too noisy and disturbed his meal.

My mind is already racing with images of delicious food.

Listening to Song Nian'an reciting the names of the dishes in her mind, Wen Jing didn't want to waste any more time arguing with the two of them.

"Let's go, honey." He smiled indulgently. "Have something to eat before we go home. I'll ask for leave from school for you."

He called her "wife" very seriously, making sure they heard clearly that this was an identity that Wen Jing himself had personally acknowledged.

Before the director could say anything more, Wen Jing spoke first: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Mr. Wen, you all get some rest. We'll go back and continue filming." The director asked this question, trying to gauge whether Mr. Wen would withdraw his investment or abandon the film altogether.

Wen Jing said coldly, "Get out."

The director quickly dragged Shen Zhuangyue away.

Shen Zhuangyue, this brainless teammate, truly deserves the title of "big-breasted and brainless." After the director came out, he put away his smile and gave her a good scolding. Every word he said was mocking her for having no acting skills, no talent, no backing, and for offending people and causing trouble for him.

Before they had gone far, the director received a message from his assistant that the lead actor had been replaced.

That's it, they're completely done for.

The director simply said, "Pack your things and get out."

He strode away.

A while later, Shen Zhuangyue received a WeChat message from her assistant: the lead role was gone, the endorsement was gone, and even the commercial performances that had been agreed upon and the pre-selected Best Newcomer award were gone!

Wen Jing put pressure on Starlight Entertainment, saying that if they didn't remove all of Shen Zhuangyue's activities, he would stop investing in their company.

In this way, all of Shen Zhuangyue's hard work and all her efforts in selling smiles and faces have gone to nothing.

Shen Zhuangyue clenched her fists tightly. "Song Nian'an, it's all because of you."

Perhaps this was their nemesis. Shen Zhuangyue vowed to crush Song Nian'an to death.

Once the infirmary quieted down, Wen Jing finally had time to carefully examine Song Nian'an's injuries.

I scraped my knee when I fell, and there were also needle marks on my hand that were bleeding.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Holy crap, it finally happened. What should I say? Tell him, "Honey, you're so handsome?"

"I won't join in the fun next time. I just want to try everything so I can find out what I really like to do." Some things are better left unsaid, so Song Nian'an answered honestly.

Wen Jing said, "So now do you know what you like?"

Song Nian'an touched his nose and said, "I don't know yet."

I just like you.

"If only you could always be true to your word and be more obedient, that would be great."

Song Nian'an pouted and blinked, saying, "Good girl, very good girl. I was wrong this time, I won't cause trouble next time."

"Didn't I teach you that when you do something wrong, you can't just talk about it...?"

Song Nian'an pulled back the blanket, moved forward, kissed Wen Jing's lips, and said, "Okay."

That didn't even qualify as a kiss; it was just a touch.

Wen Jing looked down at Song Nian'an, his voice low and deep: "That's it?"

【that's all? 】

What else do you want?

Song Nian'an blushed and before she could speak, she heard Wen Jing say, "I'll teach you again, it should be like this."

Then Wen Jing pressed his chin down and opened his lips.

This must be the sexual tension of a mature man; the intrusive breath instantly filled Song Nian'an's consciousness.

He quickly ran out of strength and unconsciously hooked his arms around Wen Jing's neck.

Wen Jing lifted up, and Song Nian'an sat on his lap.

Wen Jing's lap was so comfortable to sit on; he especially liked sitting on it, craning his neck and naturally crossing his waist, thoroughly enjoying himself.

Only then did Song Nian'an realize that the oral pleasure was actually quite intense.

A moment later, Song Nian'an leaned on Wen Jing's shoulder and hummed softly, "Honey, this isn't a good place, there are security cameras..."

Both of them kissed and responded in this secluded and sacred place.

Song Nian'an touched her lips, then listened to her stomach, and said shyly, "Let's fill our stomachs first..."

Wen Jing smiled. "Can you walk? Let me carry you."

"No...you can't leave, it would be bad for the school."

Wen Jing squatted down, carefully helped him put on his shoes, and helped him get off the bed.

Song Nian'an was still feeling lightheaded, and it wasn't just because she was hungry...

When a domineering, fatherly man leads a proud, arrogant woman through school, the eye-catching effect goes without saying.

The post about being photographed eating noodles in the backstreet has resurfaced and gone off-topic with over 1000 views.

Song Nian'an walked to the door and suddenly shouted.

"Hey! Mr. Wen, remember to get my extra's pay back from that director! He owes me wages!"

...

We parked the car on the lakeside greenway. On a weekday, the scenic area was not crowded except for mothers with their children. We found a Western restaurant nearby and sat down.

Wen Jing cut the steak and moved the plate to Song Nian'an.

"After we finish eating, let's take a walk, watch a movie, and then go home."

Song Nian'an opened his mouth and made an "ah" sound, wanting Wen Jing to feed him.

After taking a bite out of his flesh, he joked, "Sneaking out on a date during work hours isn't a good idea, Mr. Wen."

Wen Jing chuckled and said, "Then next time, let's go to the office."

Song Nian'an quickly shook his head; he didn't want to go to the office to study art history again.

The Western restaurant was playing niche blues music. After noon, the sun wasn't so strong, and the wind started to get cool.

Autumn is over, and winter is coming.