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A few days later, Wei Jing came to visit the set as scheduled.

Xie Bing took all the people from Xingyu Feiyu to the hotel and booked the whole place. President Wei asked everyone to eat and drink well, then he booked a room for them and had an argument with Wei Xiaoming.

This father and son have a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days. Everyone in the company has become accustomed to it. Xie Bing suggested that they go for a group SPA after dinner to relax, and wait until they are done quarreling before seeing what instructions President Wei has.

Wen Zichuan sat at the dining table, feeling a little uneasy.

When I came back from Shi Wenyao that night, he reminded me that if I ever met Wei Xiaoming's biological father, I should never lend him money, otherwise I would never expect him to pay it back in this lifetime.

Wen Zichuan asked what his biological father looked like so that he could be prepared.

Shi Wenyao wasn't well-read, and after much deliberation, he could only come up with the phrase "rustic and unfashionable." Furthermore, he'd heard the bodyguard call him "Brother Wang," so his last name must be Wang.

Wei Xiaoming's Weibo nickname is "Wei Xiaoming WXM". It seems that the abbreviation "WXM" can be either Wei Xiaoming or Wang Xiaoming.

At this time, the latest police announcement on the "Longji Mountain Car Accident and Cliff Falling Incident" surprised him even more, because the truck driver was named "Wang Jian" and he was also wearing a watch of the same model that all Xingyu Feiyu artists had.

So, is Wang Jian Xiaoming's biological father? Did Xiaoming give him the watch?

So whose order did Wang Jian take, and why did he have to go to Longji Mountain to transport porcelain? Xiaoming is his son, so could he possibly know the reason?

In a phone call to Cheng Sizhou, Wen Zichuan told him about his discovery, but Cheng Sizhou had already discussed the details with Zhou Han and insisted that the key did not lie with Wang Jian, but with the batch of porcelain.

When it came to porcelain, Wen Zichuan was of no help and could only comfort him with a few polite words like "take care of your health" and "take good care of yourself", and then hung up with a heart full of worry and reluctance.

He and Cheng Sizhou haven't seen each other for a whole month. In the past, they found it difficult to bear being apart for a day or two. He didn't know how he got through this month. It seemed that only by immersing himself in endless work could he use the busyness and fatigue to offset the endless longing and anxiety.

"Teacher Wen, stop daydreaming," Xie Bing said, liking artists who worked hard and had a good impression of him. "We agreed to have a spa treatment together, so hurry up."

"I'm feeling a little under the weather," Wen Zichuan pointed at his face. There were still a few red marks where Shi Wenyao had hit him. Now that he had taken off his makeup, they were quite obvious. "I don't want to go in the water either. Why don't you guys go?"

"Shi Wenyao, you little bastard! You didn't even apologize for hurting someone!" Xie Bing cursed, hands on her hips. "Then get a room and rest for a while. I'll call you for supper later."

Wen Zichuan really couldn't help with the porcelain matter, but Wang Jian was the only clue he could find.

He went to the front desk, reported his identity, and asked to be arranged in a room next to Mr. Wei. Although eavesdropping was not very ethical, he didn't care. He had to know more about Wang Jian.

As expected, as soon as the police notice was issued, Wei Jing and Wei Xiaoming both received the news that Xiaoming's biological father had fallen off a cliff and died, and the body that was left in Huaili was finally claimed by someone.

Wei Xiaoming privately asked the producer to take half a month off to hold Wang Jian's funeral, but unsurprisingly, Wei Jing refused.

Xingyu Feiyu has invested a huge amount in this drama. No matter what, it is impossible to suspend the filming, let the crew burn the funds, and let everyone wait for him.

What's more, in Wei Jing's opinion, a person who sells even his own son for money is worse than pigs and dogs and does not deserve a high-standard funeral.

Wen Zichuan leaned against the wall and vaguely heard Wei Xiaoming crying. He sobbed and said that he had lived with his biological father until he was twelve years old, and he just wanted to see him off for the last time.

The more he cried, the angrier Wei Jing became: "Legally, you are no longer Wang Jian's son. I am your guardian! Just focus on filming and don't even think about leaving the crew. Do you hear me?!"

"Guardian? Only minors need a guardian! I'm already nineteen years old, I'm an adult, why do you control me in everything! I have the right to decide what I want to do!" Wei Xiaoming shouted loudly. He was the only one in the world who dared to speak to Wei Jing like that.

"You have no rights!" Wei Jing regretted bitterly. When Wang Jian came to him, he shouldn't have been soft-hearted and let Wei Xiaoming meet him. "If I really didn't care about you, your own father would have sold you to that group... You probably died without even knowing how!"

President Wei was vague in his words, and it was unknown whether Wei Xiaoming understood it, but Wen Zichuan guessed it.

Some people in the circle play around and specifically target young people. People like him whose biological parents don't care about them and have no one to support them behind the scenes, just play to death and then declare to the outside world that it was suicide. The risk is so small that it is almost non-existent.

What’s even more terrifying is that those who have access to this group of people all share a common interest and have complex relationships with each other. Even if they know what is going on, they will not expose it specifically. Once the storm has passed, they will pretend nothing happened.

"What do you mean? Aren't you the one who bought me?" Wei Xiaoming asked in surprise.

"Use your brain. I was in my twenties back then. Did I really need to buy a twelve-year-old as my son? Do you know how my whole family looked at me? They thought I was crazy!"

"Everyone says you like younger girls, but I..."

"You think I'm sick too?"

"No, I know you're good to me, but... I was young when you bought me. Now that I'm grown up, you don't like me anymore, right? Then can you... let me go?"

There was a sudden silence on the other side of the wall. Wei Xiaoming stopped crying and Wei Jing stopped talking.

After a long silence, Wei Jing left the room alone and slammed the door with a "bang".

It was a pity that Wen Zichuan didn't hear more news about Wang Jian, but fortunately, he found out the background of Wei Jing and Wei Xiaoming.

Based on his understanding of Wei Jing, if he cared about Wei Xiaoming and didn't want to let him return to his biological father, it would be impossible for him to ignore Wang Jian.

Wang Jian left Dengyuan and went to Longji Mountain to pull a cart of porcelain. Maybe Wei Jing was the insider.

Wen Zichuan thought that he should find an opportunity to talk to President Wei.

No matter how thick your arms are, they can't twist a thigh. During the week that President Wei was in charge of the crew, Wei Xiaoming not only did not leave the crew, but his filming condition also improved a lot.

Wen Zichuan was happy to see this happen. After finishing the filming efficiently during the day, he could go home and rest on time. At night, Wei Xiaoming went to President Wei's room, so he could sleep better.

"Zichuan," Wei Xiaoming suddenly appeared at the door with a pitiful look on his face, "I want to move back and live with you."

The standard room already had two beds. Wen Zichuan pointed to the one next to it and said, "I've saved this for you. You can come back anytime you want."

"Zichuan!" Wei Xiaoming jumped over and hugged his neck as if he had found a long-lost relative.

"What's wrong?!" Wen Zichuan didn't like physical contact with others, and he had been enduring it during filming. He immediately leaned back, but couldn't escape the other party's "clutches."

Wei Xiaoming leaned on his shoulder, his neck cold with tears: "My mother ran away, my father died, and I will be an orphan from now on... Woo..."

Wen Zichuan was moved by his crying and patted him on the back: "Don't you still have your godfather? This doesn't count as an orphan, right?"

Wei Xiaoming cried even harder: "My godfather doesn't like me anymore, he doesn't want me anymore, Zichuan, I have nothing left..."

Wen Zichuan sighed silently, not knowing whether he really didn't understand or was pretending. Xie Bing said that President Wei was very busy in the capital, and he took time out to visit the set just to finish his work as soon as possible.

What's more, the look Wei Jing gave Wei Xiaoming was not innocent at all.

"I can help you think of a solution." Wen Zichuan pushed him away and asked him to sit down.

"What can we do?" Wei Xiaoming's eyes were swollen from crying, and he looked like a sad little frog.

Wen Zichuan intended to find a breakthrough from Wei Xiaoming. He hesitated for a moment, restraining his instinctive moral judgment and asking, "Can you first tell me what's going on between you and President Wei?"

Wei Xiaoming wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "When I was twelve, my dad took me to a restaurant for dinner and told me to stay put and not run around. Then he left. I waited for a long time, but he never came back. Finally, my godfather took me back and said my dad had sold me to him."

Although Wei Jing treated him well, isn't this still child trafficking?

Wen Zichuan frowned and asked again, "Has President Wei ever done anything out of line with you?"

Wei Xiaoming curled his lips: "I'm nineteen, not nine. You might as well ask directly whether he has slept with me since he bought me."

"Did he?"

"No."

Wen Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise if this scandal broke out, the show would have been pulled from the air sooner or later.

Wei Xiaoming grabbed a pillow and hugged it in his arms. "I didn't study much in elementary school. After I followed my godfather, I kept taking extra classes. But I was too dumb. No matter how much I studied, I couldn't keep up with the school's progress, so my godfather sent me abroad. I studied singing and dancing abroad for five years. I only came back last year, oh, it was the year before last now. After I came back, I was even busier. My godfather hired a bunch of teachers to tutor me, and only then did I pass the lantern art exam. When I went to college, didn't I live on campus again? He didn't even have a chance to sleep even if he wanted to."

Wen Zichuan really wanted to give him a look and let him understand for himself. President Wei was a domineering CEO, and he had everything he wanted. He created opportunities without any problems and still got things done. How could he still be here today?

"So, these past few nights, you were just chatting in his room?" He didn't like gossip, but he was speechless.

"Yeah, he asked me how I was memorizing my lines, whether I was getting along well with you guys, whether I was being bullied, and whether I was tired from filming..." Wei Xiaoming's expression darkened. "I know he asked so many questions to distract me from thinking about my dad's passing."

After hearing what he said, Wen Zichuan's impression of Wei Jing was really overturned.

The head of the dignified Xingyu Feiyu family turned out to be a pure-hearted person. Previously, when I saw him eating at the same table with Mr. Jin, Mr. Chen and others, I thought he was also a lawless outlaw. I didn't expect that he had such a conservative and restrained side.

"Xiaoming, there's actually a crucial point between you and President Wei: do you only consider him your father, or do you like him as well?"

"Like him?" Wei Xiaoming was obviously distressed. "Zichuan, what does it feel like to like someone? You should have someone you like, right? It's that Teacher Xiao Cheng, right?"

Wen Zichuan was silent for a moment, then nodded, remembering what Pinot had said when analyzing the script: "If you like someone, you can't live without him. If you leave, you will miss him terribly, all the time."

Wei Xiaoming lay on his back on the quilt, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully: "Then I don't like it."

Wen Zichuan thought, this makes sense. No one stipulates that people must fall in love with someone who treats them well. "If you don't know how to ask, make an appointment with Mr. Wei and I'll talk to him for you."