Everyone is anticipating the popularity after he becomes popular...

Cheng Sizhou hid in the kitchen to wash dishes, his mind boiling and simmering for several times.

In fact, when he left the hospital, he heard that Xiao Liang was not adapting well to the situation. If he was not watched for a while, he would run around everywhere, and he had to hire a nurse to follow him around the clock.

The nurse said that Xiao Liang ran around like he was looking for someone. If the patient had a trusted family member to accompany him, it would definitely help his recovery.

Cheng Sizhou certainly knew who Xiao Liang was looking for, but Zichuan himself hadn't recovered yet, so how could he go to accompany him?

The sky outside the window is gloomy, with dark clouds hanging overhead, making people feel upset and restless.

The sinister selfishness kept fermenting in the humid air, making it impossible for him to sleep all night.

He wanted to get up and take a pill, but he had previously decided to reduce his dependence on drugs, so he could only look at his sleeping lover over and over again, trying to relieve the physical torture in this way.

The next morning, the rain subsided, but it still did not stop.

Even in such bad weather, Wen Zichuan got up early and said he wanted to go to the hospital.

Cheng Sizhou knew him too well and didn't want to argue with him. He advised him to take another day off, but his hands were packing all the things he might need.

The sound of rain was annoying. When sending Wen Zichuan downstairs, Cheng Sizhou was hoping for a lucky break, thinking that he would be cautious, but he didn't expect him to walk into the rain and fog without even looking back.

"Teacher Wen," a familiar man got out of a white Toyota Alphard waiting downstairs and called out to them, "The vacation is over. Please report back to the company."

"Leng Sui?" Wen Zichuan was a little surprised. He had told Su Zhuo that he would return to the company tomorrow, but he didn't know why Leng Sui came here.

The last time Cheng Sizhou saw Leng Sui was during Jiqing’s time.

Leng Sui is the bodyguard assigned to Wen Duo by Wei Jing. He restrains himself to protect Wen Duo's safety.

Zichuan was too sad and too tired, so there was really no need for him to see Wenduo at this time.

Cheng Sizhou stepped forward without a second thought: "Doesn't the holiday end tomorrow? Teacher Wen has family matters to attend to. Is your company so unkind?"

Leng Sui said humbly, "Boss Wei already knows about Teacher Wen's family situation, and he's deeply sorry. But the company has its own plans, and we can't keep everyone waiting. Neither Xingyu Feiyu nor Boss Wei can afford to wait."

Wen Zichuan probably understood what the job was. He shook Cheng Sizhou's arm and said, "It's okay, Brother Zhou. I'll go back to the company first. Are you free today? Can you please help me go to the hospital?"

Cheng Sizhou nodded. That was his responsibility and obligation. Even if Zichuan didn't ask, he would go.

Wen Zichuan sat in the back seat, Leng Sui considerately lowered the sunshade, and then turned on the roof light. Except for a little outside view coming in through the front window, the atmosphere in the car was already quite soft and warm.

The music from the car CD was melodious. Wen Zichuan knew after listening to the prelude for a few seconds that it was the theme song of a drama with two male protagonists.

"Is the play going to be released? When is the scheduled date?" he asked Leng Sui.

"Today we're discussing how to cooperate with the publicity department. Su Zhuo will tell you the details." Leng Sui operated the steering wheel indifferently, and suddenly said, "But you'd better not come here again."

Wen Zichuan was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips: "Who are you saying this for? President Wei, or Wen Duo?"

Leng Sui's eyes dimmed. He pressed his forehead and avoided the rearview mirror. "It's my personal opinion. Although my job is to protect your safety, this place is not hidden. I can find it, and so can the paparazzi. I don't want you to be caught or your reputation to collapse."

"Collapsing" is a word that is at least suitable for celebrities with some fame. Wen Zichuan feels that he is not qualified yet.

However, he did not intend to explain to Leng Sui. This bodyguard had interfered with his relationship with his boss and his biological father. If he interfered with his relationship with Cheng Sizhou again, it would be too complicated.

"I won't come again." Wen Zichuan casually changed the subject, "What did he say after seeing the photos I asked you to pass on?"

"Mr. Aldridge said that what you can find out is what he wants you to find out. It's no secret that he works in Destin and makes high-profile appearances at major auctions." Leng Sui said indifferently without any expression.

Wen Zichuan sneered twice. This answer was very "Wen Duo"-like. This man had been worshipping foreign things all his life, always standing on an imaginary commanding height to direct everything and satisfy his excessive self-awareness.

Looking at the crowds of people outside the window, he suddenly felt a little fortunate that Wen Duo had left them.

Otherwise, with such a father, his growth path might not be very happy.

The office area of ​​Xingyu Feiyu is unusually busy. This drama with two male protagonists is the highlight that President Wei is betting on. From the purchase of the original copyright, script adaptation, and director casting stages, it has been blessed with the halo of the country's top team.

At the meeting, the core members of Xingyu Feiyu, the drama publicity team, the marketing team, and advertisers were all present. The atmosphere was lively and everyone expressed their opinions. They were eager for the drama to become popular all over the country by tomorrow morning.

Wei Xiaoming and Wen Zichuan sat side by side not far from Wei Jing. They didn't dare to talk to each other, so they had to chat quietly on their phones.

"You're finally back, Zichuan." He typed with impeccable speed. "Don't be too sad. Take good care of yourself, okay?"

"I understand." Wen Zichuan knew that he was simple-minded and truly treated him as a good friend. "Thank you."

"This meeting is so boring. What else can they do besides suck up to their godfather? When it's over, how about I take you to a new private swimming pool? We can exercise and relax."

"Sorry, Xiaoming, I have to go to the hospital after this. Maybe next time. I'll definitely accompany you next time."

The publicity and promotion meeting lasted nearly four hours. Su Zhuo spent more time dealing with these people than Wen Zichuan. He quickly sorted out the plans for subsequent material shooting, media interviews, and brand roadshows, and sent them to him at the same time.

"Thank you for your hard work. I will thank you after I'm done with this busy period." Wen Zichuan could see that Su Zhuo cared about everything related to him.

"It's okay, Teacher Wen. This is my job." Su Zhuo smiled and took out a stack of documents. "By the way, I've already handed over the shop matter to the agent. The price is reasonable and the other party is very straightforward. It's just that the last step requires your personal signature to transfer the ownership."

Wen Zichuan flipped through the information and found it was indeed very detailed. Even though he had not personally participated in the early communication, he could still infer the negotiation process between Su Zhuo and the other party.

"Let's make it for the weekend, okay?"

"Of course you can, but... you have to face her."

"It's okay," Wen Zichuan pinched the soft flesh at the base of his thumb, "I know what's going on."

It seemed as if everyone at the meeting was anticipating the popularity of the dual-male-lead drama, and Wen Zichuan himself was no exception.

The drama hadn't aired yet, so no one knew whether it would be a hit, but he received a salary of three million, which he used to buy a shop.

The shop is located on an old street in Dengyuan, not far from the Lighting Expo. It was a bustling street 20 or 30 years ago, but with the shift of the city's development focus, it has gradually declined. Most of the neighbors are small retail shops and old houses.

Its only advantage is that it is called "Lin's Shop". It is the place where Master Lin started his business and accepted disciples, and it is also the place where he and Cheng Sizhou first met.

Master Lin's craftsmanship was passed down to sons only, so his daughter Lin Xin didn't inherit much. Although his son-in-law Jiang Yunli was capable of inheriting his skills, he has passed away.

Lin Xin lost her daughter, her father, and her husband. She was disheartened and planned to leave Dengyuan and return to her hometown after Mr. Jiang's funeral.

Before leaving, she sold the shop that had been unattended for over a decade, and donated the proceeds to several intangible cultural heritage workshops that were struggling to survive. This was also her and Jiang Yunli's wish for inheritance.

Wen Zichuan accidentally learned about the sale of the shop on a local media account. At that time, he was about to leave for Longji Mountain, so he entrusted the matter to Su Zhuo.

His selfish desire was to collect everything related to Cheng Sizhou. If Longji Mountain could be privately owned, he would also find ways to take it into his possession.

In the next few days, Wen Zichuan rushed between work and the hospital.

There is nothing wrong with Cheng Sizhou doing his best to help him, but Wen Zichuan discovered that Dr. Cheng was also silently contributing to many things behind the scenes.

He no longer had any illusions about this strict father. Dr. Cheng was willing to help, perhaps out of sympathy, or perhaps out of guilt. In short, there was no hostility, and he already felt grateful and satisfied.

The details of Lin Hanzhen's funeral were very exquisite. She loved chrysanthemums during her lifetime, so Cheng Sizhou specially asked someone to customize a coffin inlaid with white chrysanthemums to see her off.

Finally, it was the protocol list. He tried to draft it and then handed it over to Wen Zichuan to decide.

Lin Hanzhen had lived alone for many years, and there weren't many people she interacted with. But since Wen Duo was back, shouldn't she invite him? After all, she didn't hate him when he was alive.

Wen Zichuan couldn't make up his mind, so he wrote down "Wen Duo" and then crossed it out.

"Mr. Wei already knows about my mother's affairs. There is no reason for Wen Duo not to know, but he has never asked me." Wen Zichuan was extremely disappointed with his biological father.

Cheng Sizhou took his pen and held both of his hands in his palms: "What do you want to see?"

Wen Zichuan looked sad: "He abandoned us. He should feel guilty and repent."

"Then can you imagine what would happen to him if he were there?"

"He'll just go through the motions, laying flowers, offering condolences, putting on a show for the sake of appearances. Or maybe he won't even come."

"Do you want him to come, or do you not want him to come?"

"Actually, I don't care," Wen Zichuan looked over intently. "Whether he comes or not, can it change or affect me in any way? Not at all."

"So why bother? We can't go back to the past, so let's just move on."

Cheng Sizhou was always gentle and powerful to him. Wen Zichuan finally decided to invite Wen Duo, but the name he wrote down was Aldridge.

Because Wei Jing was coming that day, to show his concern and attention to the company's artists, and Aldridge was Wei Jing's good friend, it wasn't too strange for him to accompany him.

On the day of the funeral, Cheng Sizhou helped to welcome the guests, and Wen Zichuan spent more time with Pinot.

For Pinault, before she had the chance to establish a deep emotional connection with her biological mother and make up for the regret of more than 20 years of separation, she had to accept that she was like a butterfly, suddenly coming and going.

The person lying in the flower coffin looked similar to her, but they had never lived together for a day.

She didn't know how to describe her complicated feelings. She had heard Lin Hanzhen's story and imagined that if she had not been forced into a corner by the secular world, she might have become an excellent archaeologist, returning to the Wu clan with a professional archaeological team twenty years later to fulfill her promise with the clan leader Wu Heng.

Pinault left her a short poem he wrote, hoping that she could find peace in the other world.

Seeing that she had been staying with Wen Zichuan, Wen Duo casually asked Wei Jing, "Who is that girl?"

Wei Jing looked at Pinot: "Yes, he looks familiar."

Wei Xiaoming had dealt with her before and said, "Did you forget, godfather? She lives in Tianchen Lake Phase 1 and is a screenwriter teacher."

"Tianchen Lake Phase One? You must be rich or noble." Wei Jing patted Wen Duo's shoulder, "Look at you, pretending, but in the end, you are still worried about your child. If you want to know who she is, why don't you just ask your son directly?"

Wen Duo shook his head: "He doesn't treat me as his father, and I don't treat him as my son."

Wei Jing glanced at Wei Xiaoming and said, "Are you angry with your own son? At the very least, he's better than my adopted godson."

Wei Xiaoming immediately became anxious: "Godfather! What nonsense are you talking about?"

While waiting for cremation, Cheng Sizhou received an email from Han Zhao.

The appearance of the female corpse of the Wu clan proved that a murder had occurred in Mu Tao. This murder was the breakthrough point for the joint investigation between Huaili police and Dengyuan police.

The multi-case investigation that Zhou Han wanted to promote was finally realized.