Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Rumored Him

When he woke up, he had a severe headache. He dreamed of being kicked out of the house. Song Zhihan rubbed his hair in annoyance, got up from the bed and went to work.

At the beginning of the year, she joined an animation production company and was responsible for writing scripts. Firstly, it was related to her major, and secondly, she liked it very much. The monthly salary was not as valuable as her bag, but she was enjoying the job.

When he came down from upstairs, he saw only Gu Chen. He was drinking orange juice and looked very leisurely. As for Ms. Song, she had gone to the company long ago. Song Zhihan had thought more than once that this family and this group would have broken up long ago without Song Yazhi.

Gu Chen called her: "Do you want to eat the custard buns? If not, they are all mine."

He is addicted to sweets. Song Zhihan has reminded him more than once to control his intake, but it is not only useless but also causes trouble. Perhaps he will only listen to Song Yazhi in this world.

Sitting down next to him, the father and daughter ate breakfast together. After a while, Gu Chen finished eating: "I'm leaving. I have an appointment to play basketball today."

Song Zhihan said oh, finished the last bite of the custard bun, and prepared to go to work.

The garbage spot at the door was piled with materials used to decorate the living room yesterday. There were several large bags of them waiting for the cleaner to collect them. Song Zhihan didn't pay attention to them, but saw something familiar at the corner.

It was the cake she made, the one that Song Yazhi had only tasted a bite of. It was piled with the garbage. The melted cream due to improper storage filled the entire box, mixed with fruits, like a pool of vomit.

Song Zhihan's tears burst out of her eyes in an instant. She wiped them with the back of her hand, turned her head away in embarrassment, and bit her lower lip to prevent her sobs from coming out.

Is Mom so disgusted that she doesn't even want to keep the things she made at home? Her situation seems to be getting worse and worse.

Song Zhihan went to the company in a daze, without saying a word all the way. His mood improved a little when he saw his colleagues.

The two met downstairs at the company. Cheng Yang gave her an American coffee with only three ice cubes and said as they walked, "Big news! Did you hear? James poached a super talented person, the special effects artist and project director of Qianli Canglantu, the Qianli Canglantu who is hailed as the light of Chinese animation. Do you know how awesome that person is? ILM in the United States even offered him a job, but he went to Jujiang. At his peak, his annual salary was once as high as one million. I never thought James would have the ability to bring such a talented person to our shabby temple."

Song Zhihan had certainly heard of the "glory of Chinese animation." With the recent growth of Chinese animation, many companies have tried to capitalize on the success, but few have truly achieved success. A Thousand Miles of Blue Waters stands out among them. The most eye-catching aspect of the production is the special effects, with every dramatic scene between the male and female protagonists being singled out for praise.

Seeing Cheng Yang's incessant chatter, Song Zhihan felt that things weren't that simple. She didn't understand others, but as someone who shared the same work, lunch, and bathroom schedule, how could she possibly understand Cheng Yang? How could this person, who was so focused on slacking off and taking time off from work, care about all this? Song Zhihan didn't have time for any nonsense, so she got straight to the point.

"Your dish is still my dish."

Cheng Yang tried hard to suppress his cheekbones that were about to reach the ceiling, and pressed the corners of his lips with his fingers.

"Tsk, this time he's really handsome. The cleaning lady would go home and get a divorce if she saw him. Even that old witch Julie would have to throw away her thick bottle-bottom glasses and pounce on him."

So exaggerated? Song Zhihan didn't believe it.

It's not like she and Cheng Yang haven't had good meals before. Even her ex-boyfriend, who had been pursued since childhood, had never received such high praise.

What does he look like to be so arrogant?

Song Zhihan became more and more curious and immediately opened his phone to transfer money to her: "One hour, I want a high-definition photo of him with no blind spots."

Cheng Yang nodded with a serious expression, as if the two of them were handing over some sacred mission.

This little episode relieved Song Zhihan's depressed mood a lot. She sat at her workstation, opened a blank new document, and decided to work hard.

His fighting spirit ended when he was called away by Julie. She was wearing a bright red shirt and a pair of black glasses. The weak temples struggled to support the lenses, which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle. There was a huge black mole on the side of her mouth, and if you looked closely, you could see a hair flying in the air. She started scolding him as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Song Zhihan, why haven't you handed me the biography I asked you to write yet?"

Song Zhihan, who was called, took a deep breath, looked up and smiled: "Sister, I asked you about the DDL several times, but you never replied to me."

Julie ignored him and insisted, "I'm not telling you, I just want to see when you can hand it in. Before I leave work today, organize all the characters that appear in the first fifty chapters of the original novel and send them to me."

After saying this, Julie walked away with her patent leather purple high heels, leaving Song Zhihan punching and kicking the air.

Do you know how many people were in the first fifty chapters? How dare you speak so arrogantly!

The multi-million-dollar male-oriented IP "Spirit" was their latest key project. Julie was the editor-in-chief, in charge of the overall situation, while she was assigned to do the rough editing for Julie. According to seniority, Julie had been in the industry for over a decade and was very experienced, so Song Zhihan had no objection to this assignment.

But Julie is really difficult to deal with. She gives vague instructions, answers questions irrelevantly, and in the end blames Song Zhihan for holding her back. Working with such a person is simply exhausting both physically and mentally.

However, if the big boss that Cheng Yang mentioned joins, the final results will surely be very good. Maybe their company will be able to turn around and become a giant.

Cheng Yang flew over from his workstation holding a mobile phone, put the screen in front of Song Zhihan, and looked like he was asking for credit.

"Look, this is it. I can't find a high-resolution picture, but even though this is a profile, he's still stunning! I saw him in person at an offline event last August. He was stunning. The picture barely captures half of his handsomeness. But he's starting work in the next couple of days, so there will be plenty of opportunities to meet him then. Oh! No, we'll probably work together. James must have hired him because of Lingdong."

The well-defined profile came into view unexpectedly. The nose bridge was straight, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes were restrained and majestic. He was leaning against the desk, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, but his posture was unexpectedly casual. He was a man who looked very stylish.

Song Zhihan's expression froze.

Cheng Yang's exaggerated flattery was still ringing in her ears, and she suddenly thought, if it was him, those flattery words were not exaggerated at all. Isn't it said that the school hunk died because of his fat belly and shiny head? How come he has been the same for ten years... It makes people feel itchy.

......

After Lin Jie and James discussed the details of the technology investment, they were taken by their assistant to have a general look around the office.

To be honest, before his irreconcilable disagreement with the Master, Lin Jie had never heard of Mengying. If James hadn't approached him, he probably wouldn't have come here in his life. But after a deep conversation with James, he saw a new possibility here.

The fact that this place was unknown meant he would have a significant say, freeing him from the complexities of factional struggle. James was an outsider, but an anime enthusiast, single-minded in his pursuit of promoting Chinese animation globally. Most importantly, he was rich—extremely rich, rich enough to satisfy all of Lin Jie's requirements.

So he came here. Since he could create the Qianli Canglan Tu, he could definitely create a better work than it.

"Mr. Lin, please let me know if you need anything. James said that any of your requests can be met."

Lin Jie nodded and smiled: "Thank you, I won't need it for now."

He stood in this relatively secluded office, and through the gaps in the blinds he saw several workstations not far away. Although there was a sense of gap after coming here from Master, he was more looking forward to whether he could create something more dazzling.

Wait...that person looks familiar.

Lin Jie took a few steps closer, his brows lowered a little.

Seeing him staring absentmindedly outside, the assistant took the initiative to introduce him, "That's a colleague from the writing team. They're polishing a clever script. Do you... know anyone there?"

Lin Jie retracted his gaze. "I'm wrong. Please inform your colleagues in each group that I will be holding a project launch meeting for 'Spiritual Movement' at 8:00 AM next Monday. I will formally introduce myself to everyone then."

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After get off work, Song Zhihan handed the documents to Julie on time, escaped under her glare, and set her messages to do not disturb. She would not stay here and be exploited by this old witch. If there was anything, she could talk about it at work tomorrow.

After calling home and learning that Gu Chen had not returned home yet, Song Zhihan decided to go to the company to find her mother. She thought about it carefully and decided that since her childhood memories were so beautiful, she might as well start by revisiting her childhood, which would also be a way to save the relationship between mother and daughter.

But this time she had learned her lesson and didn't dare to launch a surprise attack. Instead, she warned them in advance, fearing that she would hear something she shouldn't hear. Song Zhihan was really at her wit's end. She thought it was fine to deceive herself and wait for death slowly, but before she died, she still wanted to struggle a little longer.

Several senior receptionists in the company knew her, so Song Zhihan got the green light and took the president's elevator to the office. Song Yazhi was still in a meeting, so she simply waited for her on the sofa.

The secretary came in with some desserts and snacks. Song Zhihan was flattered; this was the first time her mother had prepared anything like this for her. As she drank the sweet drink, her headache and anxieties subsided, and even the cake incident that morning faded into the background.

In her spare time, Song Zhihan slowly reviewed the series of bombshells Julie sent her, saying that there was something wrong with this character, that character was not clear, and she even suspected that she had obtained her master's degree through the backdoor.

Haha, Song Zhihan was in a good mood and didn't bother to pay attention to her behavior of finding fault. She had already made up her mind that if Julie continued like this, she would consider submitting her resignation report. Working for such a leader would shorten her life.

While furiously scribbling down Julie's name on the chat box with Cheng Yang, the office door opened. Song Zhihan put away her phone and went to meet her. "Mom, are you done with your work? How about we go to the restaurant on Fengxi Road tonight? It's the one we used to go to. I remember your favorite dish was the shredded eel."

Song Yazhi's smile was very faint. She did not respond to the invitation, but took out a necklace from the drawer: "Zhihan, this is for you. Thank you for your birthday present."

Song Zhihan felt that she was too polite, but she still accepted the gift. She was looking forward to the dinner later.

But Song Yazhi rejected it.

"I have an appointment later. Let the driver take you to dinner. I'll let your father accompany you."

That's fine. If it doesn't work this time, there's always next time. Song Zhihan didn't want her mother to think she was a child who would make a fuss if she couldn't get what she wanted, so she said with understanding: "Okay, Mom, go ahead and do your work. We can eat it another day."

After Song Yazhi left, Song Zhihan looked at the snacks and necklace on the table and smiled foolishly. She felt that she was worrying too much. Her mother still had her in her heart. She was not the kind of person who only cared about blood ties. Daizhen was right. The mother-daughter relationship of more than 20 years was not that fragile.

After figuring this out, Song Zhihan took the special elevator to go home. While he was waiting, a beautiful figure approached him.

Besides Song Yazhi, is there anyone else who can take this elevator?

Song Zhihan looked over with confusion, and after seeing her, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

It's her, the girl in the photo.

To the naked eye, she looked even more like Song Yazhi. The upper half of their faces were exactly the same. Apart from their looks, the most similar thing about them was the cold and unapproachable aura. Her figure was also very similar to Song Yazhi's, slender and tall, with a back as thin as paper.

Song Zhihan saw the two people standing side by side in the aluminum alloy mirror opposite. At this moment, any stranger would think that this girl was Song Yazhi's biological child, rather than her, who had no resemblance to Song Yazhi in appearance or figure.

As if noticing her gaze, the girl greeted her calmly, not warmly but politely: "Hello, Miss Song."

It's so annoying, even the voices are similar, this cold and arrogant feeling is exactly the same as Song Yazhi's.

Song Zhihan was almost unable to stand. She pretended to be calm, turned around and greeted her: "Hello, why didn't I see you on the 11th floor?"

Unexpectedly, she was hit by another critical hit when she turned around. The necklace on the girl's neck was exactly the same as the one her mother had given her just now. The luster of the diamond necklace was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes.

So, the one I gave her was just something I bought on the side? And those little snacks that appeared out of nowhere, she wasn't just taking advantage of others, was she?

"My name is Lin Mo, and I'm the newly transferred assistant to the president's office."

President's Office, Assistant.

Very good, very good, the mother actually wanted to bring her own daughter up to her side and train her personally. It seemed that this imposter would soon have to pack up and leave.

All those sweet and bubbling thoughts just now were frozen into lumps of ice, hitting his heart and hurting him. Song Zhihan was completely dejected, and said weakly: "Ah, so..."

Lin Mo stopped talking and waited for the elevator with her with a cold face.

Song Zhihan came downstairs in a daze, and when he saw Lin Mo, he got into Song Yazhi's car.

What kind of social event would a new general assistant be invited to? It seemed her mother was going to personally train her to become a qualified successor. She had felt a little guilty when she decided to work at Mengying, but she hadn't expected that they had already made plans.

After figuring everything out, Song Zhihan felt that he was the most insightful person in the world.

Mom's plan to love me again was a complete failure. Song Zhihan looked at the car going farther and farther away, feeling so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

But soon, a new plan came to mind.

If the East is dark, the West will be bright. If I remember correctly, she should have a mother, and a biological mother.

Or... change your thinking?