Chapter 64 There is a Disaster Called Wen Shuang

Three reporters stood in front of a table, their cameras pointed at Wen Shuang. Wen Shuang blinked and sat up straight: "What do you want to ask?"

The reporter standing in the middle had a sharp look in his eyes and threw out a fatal question, "Which CP do you like best with Yun Lanxianzun in the drama?"

Wen Shuang thought to himself, are you guys obsessed with the CP? He smiled and said, "Sorry, I don't support it. Besides, the original author also said that Yun Lanxianzun is just a tragic character who advances the plot. There are no such problems."

Anyway, no matter how the reporters asked, Wen Shuang would never tie Yun Lan to any other character. Just kidding, he had experienced the media's ability to exaggerate. If they made up a mess and let Xuan Zhe see it, he would have to take off his pants to atone for his sins.

The press conference was quite successful. After it ended, the actors went backstage to change their costumes. Wen Shuang stroked the pendant in her hand and went to find Lu Li.

Wen Shuang always felt that her original body had cast a great shadow on Lu Li, but there were few people in the dressing room recently. When Lu Li saw Wen Shuang coming in, he just nodded calmly, without any fear or cowardice in front of others.

Wen Shuang thought to herself, "Excellent acting!" Then she walked up to Lu Li, met the young man's slightly surprised gaze, and spread the pendant in her palm. "Zhong Ming asked me to give it to you." Wen Shuang felt that Zhong Ming had probably given up on Lu Li, and that it was just some irreconcilable bond that held him back. So she chose her words carefully, "As your fan."

This is also what Zhong Ming said to Wen Shuang in a message later. He knew that Lu Li and Zheng Yuanfei were in love with each other, and gradually came to his senses. He thought of giving Lu Li the last object in the name of a fan as a silent farewell.

Lu Li seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Wen Shuang's last words. He was silent for a moment, then took over and smiled: "Thank you."

Wen Shuang can report to the emperor as long as her goal is achieved. She just hopes that Zhong Ming will stop being a dog brother, otherwise it would be embarrassing to come between other people's feelings.

After getting in the nanny car, Zhu Lian told Wen Shuang about the upcoming itinerary. When she mentioned recruiting an assistant, she suddenly paused. Wen Shuang looked up and asked, "What's wrong, Sister Zhu?"

Zhu Lian glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling a little embarrassed: "Something happened with Chen Zong, I have to follow him all the time, you are too busy here, the Human Resources Department will recruit a new group of people tomorrow, otherwise you can take a look..."

"It's a small matter." Wen Shuang didn't care at all. Zhu Lian was just his agent, not his personal assistant. He also had artists under him, so there was no reason for him to follow him around all the time.

The Human Resources Department assigned a total of five people for Wen Shuang to choose from. Normally, someone of his rank would only need to take two, while someone with a strong background would take seven or eight. However, Wen Shuang didn't have much to do, so he planned to keep one. He originally thought that someone who was just about right would be fine, but Wen Shuang actually picked one that he liked.

A young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a fair complexion and a slender figure, stood out from the other applicants. Wen Shuang immediately kept him, and later heard Zhu Lian sigh, "That guy, Yang Lian, the young master of the Mingchen Group in the next city, was a once-well-off young master. But now that Mingchen is gone, he's fallen from a well-fed young master to what he is now. But I think he's okay. He's quite optimistic."

Yang Lian took over the relevant matters from Zhu Lian that afternoon. He was very smart and quickly memorized Wen Shuang's entire schedule for the next week.

Although this aristocratic family has fallen, the children raised by them are different. After expressing his feelings, Zhu Lian felt a little relieved and went to deal with the mess on Chen Zong's side.

Yang Lian and Wen Shuang were both rather reserved at first. Although Yang Lian was older than Wen Shuang, Wen Shuang couldn't bring herself to call him "brother" when facing a face that looked like a bag of water when pinched. After thinking for a long time, she finally managed to say, "Lian'er."

Yang Lian: “…”

Yang Lian laughed: "Just call my name."

In fact, Yang Lian was also sweating, because no matter how gentle and polite an artist appears to the public, he is likely to be arrogant and paranoid behind the scenes, and not treat his assistants as human beings. He thought that Wen Shuang had achieved such success at such a young age, and should have people feed him even water, but he didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to.

"Yang Lian." Wen Shuang followed suit and felt that the slightly cold atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Yang Lian was quite capable, not lazy at all, constantly busy and never taking a break. It was said that the famous minister's bankruptcy happened only a year ago. In other words, Yang Lian must have worked incredibly hard to reach this point in just one year. After all, after living a life of luxury, returning to a simpler life would be more difficult for some people to accept than killing them.

"Tomorrow is the recording for the new star's debut, and you won't have much to do the day after tomorrow." Yang Lian carefully checked the schedule and thought for a moment, "Why don't we move the advertisement forward so that you can relax at the end of the month."

Wen Shuang nodded: "I'll listen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open and a handsome man in a suit walked in. Yang Lian was stunned at first. After all, the other person was really good-looking. Then he frowned and said, "Who are you? This is the artist rest area. Who let you in?"

Xuanzhe had probably never been bullied in his own territory before. For a moment, his interest was greater than his anger. He looked at Wen Shuang, whose expression was indescribable. "This is your new assistant."

Yang Lian felt that the way of speaking was too familiar. After a closer look, he was surprised. The logo on the man's suit, the watch on his wrist, the shoes on his feet, the whole outfit must be worth tens of millions. After all, he had been in this circle before, and knew that the identity of the person coming was not ordinary. He was thinking of asking Wen Shuang for help outside the field, when he saw the man walk over him, hugged Wen Shuang, and rubbed the top of the young man's head with his chin affectionately.

Yang Lian: “…”

The Human Resources Department is in urgent need of people. Yang Lian reported to the company yesterday, passed the basic review and came for an interview for the assistant position today. It is impossible for him to have met Xuan Zhe.

"Hmm..." Wen Shuang rubbed Xuanzhe's chest, feeling that there were some things he had to explain to Yang Lian. He gently pushed Xuanzhe away, but the man got there first and asked, "Who do you think I am?"

Yang Lian blurted out: "Wen Shuang's boyfriend."

Xuanzhe's eyes lit up slightly, and he was very satisfied with this answer. "Don't mention it, Zhu Lian is quite reliable in finding people."

Wen Shuang: “…”

Yang Lian said respectfully: "So you are..."

Xuanzhe: "Wen Shuang's boyfriend."

Yang Lian: "..." He found that the intensity of this pair of dog abusers was quite strong... The man in front of him repeatedly emphasized his relationship with Wen Shuang, and he enjoyed it.

Wen Shuang quickly continued: "Xuanzhe, Quan Yi's..."

"Hello, Mr. Xuan!" Yang Lian's reaction speed was amazing. He had read the employee handbook last night. Besides, the name "Xuanzhe" was very famous and everyone in this circle knew it.

"Are you off work?" Xuanzhe asked.

Yang Lian: "Get off."

"Okay, I'll take my boyfriend out for dinner, you go about your business." Xuan Zhe took Wen Shuang's hand and went directly to the underground parking lot. No one told Yang Lian to keep his mouth shut, because it was obvious that this man knew his limits.

After getting in the car, Wen Shuang negotiated: "Tonight I..."

"You're not allowed to eat seafood." Xuanzhe started the car and interrupted coldly, "You've been eating it for several days in a row and you said your stomach was cold last night."

When Wen Shuang heard the tone, she knew there was no hope at all, so she hung her head and listened to the man's instructions.

Xuanzhe took Wen Shuang to eat authentic Jiangsu cuisine. The restaurant had very good food and was most famous for its squirrel fish and braised lion's head. It was located near the suburbs and occupied a plot of land that was almost half the size of a farm. As soon as you walked in, you felt cool, with lush green grass under your feet and a breeze blowing. The bamboo forest not far away brought a tranquil "rustling" sound.

"The scenery here is so beautiful." Wen Shuang looked around.

"It tastes better." Xuanzhe held his lover's hand with one hand and held the suit he had just taken off with the other hand. He was still calm and composed. The two of them walked to the deepest part together.

The further inside you go, the more expensive it is. Of course, this is nothing to Mr. Xuan. He asked for a private room. The ceiling was very low, and he could reach the wooden window on the side with his hand. When he opened it, he could see a miniature version of the lake and mountains in the yard. It was sunset, and the setting sun was as red as blood, but the light that fell was very warm and elegant.

Wen Shuang had a good appetite, and Xuanzhe had already figured out how much he ate. After ordering, they chatted about work. Xuanzhe poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Wen Shuang. His movements were elegant, but his words were particularly petty, "That Yang Lian is quite young."

Wen Shuang didn't understand: "Yeah."

"He's not bad looking, either."

"It's quite fair."

"See if he will get addicted?" Xuanzhe looked up.

Wen Shuang felt a chill, and after understanding, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Boss Xuan, please be kind. I'm addicted to your face the most in the world."

After getting a positive answer, Xuanzhe's slightly tense nerves relaxed. It was not that he was good at making vinegar, but Wen Shuang's ability to provoke people inadvertently had reached the pinnacle. It was always better to be careful.

The dishes were served, and the aroma was overwhelming. Wen Shuang took a bite of the squirrel fish and was no longer sad about not having seafood. He had just put in a mouthful of rice when he caught a glimpse of something and suddenly turned his head and started coughing violently.

Xuanzhe immediately stood up and walked over, "Wait..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Shuang pulled him forward. They both leaned back into a blind spot. Wen Shuang finally calmed down her cough and grabbed Xuanzhe's collar to ease his tension. Xuanzhe didn't know what was going on, so he put one hand under the young man's head and the other hand along his back: "Slow down, talk slowly, what's wrong?"

"Fuck..." Wen Shuang seemed to want to sit up, but she looked incredulous, as if there was really a ghost standing outside. "Go out from this private room, the second one on the right, and guess who I saw!"

Xuanzhe certainly wouldn't guess. He straightened up and met Tang Weisheng's gaze, who was pouring tea into the yard with a dignified look on his face and in a very "uncultured" manner.

Xuanzhe: "..." He also saw the person opposite Tang Weisheng, whose profile looked familiar. Who was it?

Tang Weisheng: “…”

"Is it your brother and Tan Li?" Wen Shuang asked. Seeing Xuan Zhe narrowed his eyes and did not answer, she also sat up.

The moment he saw Wen Shuang, Tang Weisheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help but yelled: "Fuck!"

Tan Li slammed his chopsticks of cold dish onto the plate, and immediately felt sympathetic: "What, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking? It's okay, we can order something else."

"No." Tang Weisheng pressed his forehead. "You just said that your grandma often went to the temple behind Qingshan Mountain to burn incense. Is that place spiritual?"

Tan Li was confused, but seeing Tang Weisheng's distressed expression, and not wanting to leave the conversation awkward, he quickly said, "It's a miracle. My grandma always gives generous money for incense offerings."

"Please ask your grandma to take me with you when you have time. I want to ask for a talisman to ward off evil spirits." Tang Weisheng seemed quite panicked.

Tan Li couldn't keep up at all, "Ah"

"Turn around." Tang Weisheng didn't even have the courage to look at the devil a second time.

Tang Weisheng had given Tan Li two action figures and a collector's edition, and it would have been a shame not to treat him to a meal. He didn't understand at first, thinking Tan Li was just like any other man, so he took him to a place of debauchery. But as soon as a bunny girl approached, Tan Li jumped up and down as if his vitals were being pinched, making the girl's face turn green with anger. Tang Weisheng found it funny at the time, and after admiring her for a few minutes, he roughly understood Tan Li's nature and changed the venue to this place. But who knew... they'd meet again!

"Hey!" Tan Li was happy when he saw Wen Shuang, "Brother!"

Wen Shuang: "Hey!"

One time, Wen Shuang talked to Xuan Zhe about Tan Li's feelings for Tang Weisheng. As expected, Xuan Zhe snorted and didn't take it to heart at all. No one knew Tang Weisheng better than him. To put it simply, there was no hope for Tan Li, but reality did not discriminate between people. Even President Xuan was embarrassed. Now the two of them were sitting face to face eating.

Tan Li leaned against the window and greeted Wen Shuang calmly: "You guys come to eat too."

"Yeah." Wen Shuang actively interacted: "You too"

Isn't this nonsense? If you don't come here to eat, you can only come here to see the scenery.

Tan Li: "How about we share a table?"

"I refuse." Xuanzhe and Tang Weisheng said in unison.

The atmosphere was filled with a strange sense of oppression.

Then Xuanzhe moved first, followed by Tang Weisheng, and they all slammed the window shut in unison.

Knowing that Xuanzhe had always been very concerned about Tang Wansu and her son, Wen Shuang was polite and courteous. He sat in front of the man, opened his mouth and mumbled: "My throat hurts, do you think my tonsils are swollen?"

Xuanzhe smiled and ruffled his hair: "Okay, eat."

Wen Shuang: "..." He is serious!

Seeing that Tang Weisheng looked unhappy, Tan Li hesitated for a long time and said to him, "I heard that President Xuan moved out of the old house a long time ago. It doesn't matter if we don't get along. We won't see each other often anyway." After saying that, Tan Li almost bit his tongue, thinking to himself, is he an idiot? Why does he seem to be getting more and more outrageous?

Tang Weisheng suddenly chuckled and looked up at Tan Li: "Do you think I was angry because I met Xuanzhe?"

Tan Li stuttered: "No, what else?"

"Do you know there is a disaster called frost?" Tang Weisheng said seriously.

Tan Li: “…”

Tang Weisheng deftly used chopsticks to split a lion's head in half, as if it represented someone. Although he didn't grit his teeth, his tone was sinister, "I can be your friend, but if you dare mention Wen Shuang in front of me or bring him around, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Tan Li sat upright and thought for a moment: "I'm not familiar with Wen Shuang."

Wen Shuang in the private room sneezed lightly.

When leaving after dinner, they did not run into Tang Weisheng and the others. The more Wen Shuang thought about it, the more she felt that Tan Li had ulterior motives and was willing to commit suicide. She wanted to take some time to enlighten her brothers, but she had no idea that Tan Li could stab his brothers in the back for love. She almost blocked him.

It took almost forty minutes to get back to Qing Zhou Villa from here. Wen Shuang felt drowsy just five minutes into the drive. He mumbled, "Xuan Zhe, when I have some free time, I'll plant some bamboo in the yard too."

Xuanzhe has long arms. There aren't many cars on the road these days. He quickly pulled a blanket from behind and gently covered Wen Shuang with it. "You can do this too?"

"Hmm," Wen Shuang said unconvincedly, "I know a lot. My grandfather is omnipotent and taught me everything he could."

“How are you doing in your studies?”

Wen Shuang thought about it and smiled: "Grandpa said that if I were like this when he was young, he would have been beaten to death by his great-grandfather."

Xuanzhe laughed along, thinking that it was good enough.

Xuanzhe didn't expect that when he returned to Qingzhou Villa, Wen Shuang really had tonsillitis and even spoke with a slight cough.

"Open your mouth and let me see." Xuanzhe frowned.

"Ah—" Wen Shuang cooperated very well. After finishing, she leaned on her boyfriend's arms and muttered, "You thought I was teasing you in the restaurant earlier, but it's okay. It should be the seasonal flu. Take some medicine and get some sleep and it will be fine."

Xuanzhe said solemnly: "I won't go to the recording tomorrow."

"How could that be?" Wen Shuang was not that squeamish. When they were having dinner before, the official Weibo was still tagging him, and a group of fans were yelling below, "It will be fine tomorrow, stop making trouble." He put his arm around Xuan Zhe's waist, found a comfortable position on the man's neck, and gently closed his eyes.

He was fed medicine while he was in a daze. His physical condition was somewhat similar to that of his previous life. Once he was sick, he would sleep so soundly that his parents would not recognize him. One night, Wen Shuang felt like his body was on fire, and there was a stove squatting beside him. He felt so hot that if he moved, the stove would stick to him.

When she woke up the next day, her head felt dizzy, but it could still be used after shaking it. Wen Shuang ignored Xuan Zhe's ugly face, washed up, and took a taxi to the company.

When Wen Shuang was listless, his wings were visibly drooping, and he couldn't even stand up. When Yang Lian saw him, he was shocked: "Is he sick?"

"A little bit." Wen Shuang took the process chart and checked it one last time, then Yang Lian suddenly handed over two red pills.

"It's a special medicine that can last for about seven or eight hours." Yang Lian explained.

Yang Lian was not embarrassed when Jianwen Shuang refused to take the call. He could understand it. After all, they were not familiar with each other yet. It was always right for artists to be careful, and they should not take medicine carelessly.

Just when Yang Lian was about to take it back, Wen Shuang took it away, put it into her mouth and swallowed it with warm water.

Wen Shuang's eyes were clear, giving Yang Lian a rare feeling of being exposed.

"I'm usually busy with work, so I use these to take care of myself when I'm sick," Wen Shuang asked.

Yang Lian was stunned. He probably didn't expect that Wen Shuang's words would directly penetrate into the essence of his life. That's right, this is the only way to live. Mingchen fell and the company declared bankruptcy. Although all the debts were paid off, there was still a big family to support. Just as Wen Shuang had expected before, it was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Some people could bear it, such as Yang Lian, and some could not, such as Yang Lian's family. Yang Lian needed money. He was tired and had no time to see a doctor. The first priority was to make money while he was young.

Yang Lian didn't respond, and Wen Shuang didn't ask either. The two of them packed up and hurriedly got into the nanny car.

The car keys were given to Yang Lian by Zhu Lian after get off work last night. It was said that he could drive freely and the company would reimburse any bumps or scratches. Yang Lian didn't take it seriously at first, but when he sat in it, he found something different. He had played with cars when he was in his early twenties, and this nanny car was obviously modified, including the outermost layer of paint, which was the best, mainly for safety. The whole thing cost a lot of money. Wen Shuang was not a person who liked luxury, so it was obvious who was responsible for it.

What a spoiled child! Yang Lian sighed in his heart and started the car.

Wen Shuang simply closed his eyes and rested for a while. After arriving at the recording venue, he came out in high spirits. There were already fans waiting at the door, holding support signs with his name on them.

"Wen Shuang! Wen Shuang!" The little girls gathered together, shouting his name shyly and excitedly, but stood obediently outside the safety line, holding markers and photos in their hands, looking at him eagerly.

Wen Shuang was about to go in, but after looking back, he couldn't move any further. He asked Yang Lian, "There's still half an hour left. I'll spend ten minutes signing autographs."

Yang Lian was helpless: "Okay."

When Jianwen Shuang came over, several mother fans wished they could turn into fireworks and explode into the sky.

Wen Shuang said as she signed: "It's only ten minutes. Some fairies may not be able to sign, so we'll have to wait until next time. I'll definitely wait until next time."

"It's okay, it's okay. Wen Shuang, just go ahead and do your thing."

After signing for a while, someone suddenly said, "Time's up." Then all the fans in line put away their pens and photos, and refused to let Wen Shuang sign. Instead, they urged him to "Hurry up and go record the show! Hurry up!"

"Frost, you look so ethereal when you play the piano. Mommy loves you!"

Wen Shuang: "..." He looked at the mother fan who was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, feeling both amused and helpless.

It was still the same four judges. Wen Shuang greeted everyone one by one, and then sat in the special guest seat.

The live broadcast room was packed as soon as the program started, and even the host's opening remarks were stuck for several seconds. This time, the elimination was cruel, with 16 to 8, but there were already four known candidates. Wen Shuang was not interested. It was not that there were no candidates, but two of them were honestly average in strength, and only Zhang Zixuan was worth watching.

The first show was Zhang Zixuan's debut. Fans in the audience screamed as soon as they saw him. Zhang Zixuan already had the potential to become an idol. He gently "hushed" into the microphone, and the surroundings immediately quieted down little by little. As he moved, soothing music slowly sounded. The young man had a slender waist and danced a classical dance majestically. At the end, Zhang Zixuan bent down and turned over. Because the song was called "Dragon's Fury", there was gold powder evenly spread on his brow bones, which looked like dragon scales under the light. There was a smile in his eyes, and he was full of youthfulness.

After the last note fell, Zhang Zixuan smiled at Wen Shuang who was sitting on the judges' panel. There was admiration in his eyes, as well as some indescribable emotions.

The audience were not fools. As the photographer's camera was pointed at Wen Shuang's face, the barrage of comments was instantly flooded with question marks.

Wen Shuang: “…”

[Fuck you, I'm a fan, you guys just force me to do it!]

[2333, sisters above, please admit defeat. I was also a toxic fan back then. I was a toxic fan of Wen Shuang.]

Xuanzhe frowned and stared at the barrage, then suddenly asked Cao Nanyu: "What is toxic fandom?"

Cao Nanyu: "Hmm... basically, he only likes Wen Shuang, and doesn't like anyone else. He also doesn't like any celebrity who hypes him up. He's very possessive."

"Then I'm a toxic fan. What kind of toxic fan is it to ship CP?" President Xuan sneered, "Useless thing."

Cao Nanyu: “…” As expected of President Xuan, he is so hypocritical and confident.