Chu Wuyang raised an eyebrow as she looked at the black screen of her phone; finally, things had quieted down.

Just as a moment of peace settled in my mind, my phone vibrated again.

She glanced at him, who was about to explode in anger.

But her fingertips paused the moment they touched the screen—the caller was Yang Jinchu?

She glanced down at her slightly protruding belly. It seemed the baby was still somewhat useful; Jing Min hadn't noticed when she pretended to have a stomachache that day.

Jingmin is a man of his word, at least on the surface.

Since Yang Jinchu's phone call could get through, it means that the wiretapping had been removed.

She hesitated for a moment, but still pressed the answer button.

"Yangyang, where are you now?"

Yang Jinchu's voice on the other end of the phone was low and urgent, tinged with anxiety.

"The company," Chu Wuyang replied briefly. "What's wrong?"

Yang Jinchu paused for a moment, as if confirming something, and murmured uneasily.

"...How could that be?"

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Wuyang asked, puzzled.

Yangyang,

Yang Jin's first words were gentle but tinged with a hint of probing.

"Did you... make some kind of deal with Jing Min? Otherwise, would a profit-driven businessman like him suffer a loss to make up for the Wen family's losses?"

"Ah Jin, don't overthink it."

She spoke softly, deliberately downplaying the issue.

"He is willing to compensate the Wen family because he already bears responsibility. This matter has little to do with me."

It's best for her and Jingmin not to involve Yang Jin in their relationship, since Jingmin is generally reasonable except when it comes to Yang Jin.

But Yang Jinchu didn't believe it at all; his tone was slow but firm.

"Impossible. He won't give up easily if he doesn't achieve his goal. You know what kind of person he is."

He paused for a moment, as if unwilling to guess, but ultimately spoke out.

"Is he using the child to control you?"

"Are you trying to spy on me again?"

Chu Wuyang frowned slightly.

"No. Even if Jing Min is a pervert, he wouldn't use his own child as a bargaining chip."

"We've been married for so many years, it's perfectly normal for us to want a child."

She paused for a moment, not wanting to dwell on the topic, and gently changed the subject.

"Now that the Wen family's matter has been resolved, there's no need for you and Wen Ying to force yourselves into marriage anymore."

When do you plan to announce your current relationship?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Yang Jinchu's gentle voice carried a hint of surprise.

What kind of relationship are you talking about?

"Wen Ying said that you have a girlfriend."

Chu Wuyang spoke casually, as if asking a question offhand.

"Now that nothing's pressuring you, it must be someone you like, right?"

When are you going to bring it home for your aunt to see?

"You're not young anymore."

Yang Jinchu repeated in a low voice,

"Wen Ying, I'm telling you... I have a girlfriend?"

"yes,"

Chu Wuyang chuckled, his tone teasing.

"You've kept it well hidden; I've never heard you mention it before."

There was a pause.

Yang Jinchu's voice lowered, tinged with a hint of annoyance.

"You think I'm old?"

"I was just saying it offhand—"

Stop worrying about others.

He interrupted her, his tone gentle but tinged with anger.

Before Chu Wuyang could react, the phone went dark after a "beep" sound.

She stared at the screen for a few seconds, muttering to herself.

"Why... are you angry?"

———

Sunlight streamed in through the studio's skylight, illuminating the entire shooting area.

The reflectors were already set up, and the backdrop was a fantastical amusement park-style set, colorful and slightly fairytale-like.

Chu Wuyang, dressed in a smart suit, stood at the edge of the venue.

A light gray trench coat was draped over his shoulders, and the headphone cord hung outside his shirt collar.

While looking down at the documents, he coordinated the process with his colleague on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, the style and positioning should be consistent, the logo should not be placed randomly, and the colors... Hmm, refer to our children's area concept art from last quarter."

She flipped to the last page of the artist's profile and her eyelids twitched—Jin Xian's photo was prominently displayed.

She frowned, and unpleasant memories suddenly flooded back.

A frivolous, flamboyant, and self-important tone.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to suppress the unease in her chest.

Ironically, it was she who supervised the entire filming process.

In the afternoon, Chu Wuyang arrived at the filming location as scheduled. As soon as she entered, someone came to greet her and led her into the studio.

In the distance, a figure makes a flamboyant gesture in front of the camera, taking a makeup photo.

"Oh dear, Miss Chu!"

"Isn't this my sister?"

"Dear sister! You've come to see me!"

Jin Xian spotted her at a glance, immediately broke away from filming, and ran over while calling out to her.

He was wearing the clothing he was endorsing.

It's a custom-made amusement park-themed outfit. The hem of her jeans is casually rolled up, revealing her ankles, and a white T-shirt is forcibly knotted at the waist by the stylist.

He looks very youthful, but his charming, smiling eyes suggest a restless nature.

"Don't shout."

Chu Wuyang's tone was neither too light nor too heavy; she merely gave him a cool glance.

"Oh dear, sister, you're still so cold." Jin Xian smiled and leaned closer.

"I'm just supporting you by shooting a blockbuster ad for you; it'll be absolutely amazing!"

As he spoke, the stylist forcibly dragged him back to the set.

Once the photographer gave the instructions, Jin Xuan instantly got into character, striking various expressions, a mix of quirky and alluring.

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