Chapter 39 Inappropriate

After returning home, Zhu Wendong received a message from Cheng Jinhe, the editor he hadn't contacted for a long time, on the phone in his pocket.

Cheng Jinhe: [Something bad is happening]

Zhu Wendong calmly replied: [What's wrong?]

Cheng Jinhe: [Your seminal work has returned to Kaisong Media after many twists and turns.]

Dong: What does it mean?

Cheng Jinhe: [Didn’t you end up selling it to another relatively large company at a lower price? That company ended up being acquired by Kaisong Media a few days ago, and your book is now under the Kaisong name.]

Cheng Jinhe: [You might have to come to Kaisong tomorrow. I heard someone in Kaisong's upper management specifically wants you to be a screenwriter, and they're offering you a huge salary!!!]

Zhu Wendong: “…”

Who are you kidding me?

-

Kaisong Media, President’s Office.

"Qi Yanxue, who bit your neck?" Lu Guanqi asked knowingly, deliberately teasing him.

Qi Yanxue sat in the office chair, glanced at him coldly, and said nonsense: "It was bitten by a dog."

Lu Guanqi opened his mouth exaggeratedly, put his hands in front of his mouth, and said exaggeratedly: "Winter melon bit it? Then winter melon's teeth are okay!"

Qi Yanxue: “…”

Qi Yanxue was too lazy to pay attention to him. His body temperature was even lower than usual, but Lu Guanqi couldn't notice it at all.

He muttered to himself, "Last time I bit your hand, this time I bit your neck. I tell you guys to be more restrained. You're the president of the group after all, and you represent the reputation of the group. How can you show off with this ambiguous bite mark?"

"And I think that you and Zhu Wendong are not suitable for each other. Don't forget that five years ago you were hurt by her--" What a mess!

Before Lu Guanqi could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qi Yanxue.

"Do you think life is too long?"

Qi Yanxue's tone was terrifyingly calm, and the faint red bloodshot in his eyes added a bit of hostility to his already domineering eyes.

Lu Guanqi shuddered, his scalp numbing at his behavior. This must have touched his sore spot.

He advised, as if he wasn't afraid of death: "If you don't take a rest, your red bloodshot will soon catch up with the wrinkles on my grandfather's face."

Qi Yanxue ignored him, leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyes, and asked directly, "How long will she last?"

Lu Guanqi glanced at his phone and said uncertainly, "I guess, it should be, maybe, soon."

He is not a worm in Zhu Wendong's stomach, so how would he know where she is now?

His childhood friend was the same. He had clearly said before that he didn't want the copyright of the book, but now he is going to great lengths to stay up all night and work overtime to acquire the company.

Finally, she was specifically asked to be the screenwriter.

It's really painstaking.

-

When Zhu Wendong arrived at Kaisong Building, she was still a little incredulous. She tilted her head and asked Cheng Jinhe, "Are you sure the copyright of this book now belongs to Kaisong, and you specifically asked me to be the screenwriter?"

She had asked this question countless times along the way. Cheng Jinhe nodded helplessly, answering for the umpteenth time, repeating, "Yes, dear. You're already downstairs at Kaisong Building, and you still don't believe it?"

This is not a question of belief or not, but the last time I left Kaisong was really unpleasant.

What kind of fate allowed her to step into Kaisong Building again.

Zhu Wendong collected his thoughts and said solemnly, "Never mind, let's go."

Zhu Wendong was invited by the secretary to wait in the conference room. He sat in the same seat for the third time, as if it was a deliberate trick of fate, or perhaps it was destined.

Seeing that no one had arrived yet, Cheng Jinhe's occupational disease kicked in and asked curiously, "Have you started writing a new article recently?"

Zhu Wendong thought for a moment before saying, "Not yet. I'm still working on the outline."

She had already sorted out the questions and sent them to Zhou Sian yesterday. The questions she sent totaled one thousand words. In addition, Zhou Sian might be a little busy recently, so she told her that she would sort them out and send them to her in two days.

Zhu Wendong didn't have to rush, as good things come to those who wait.

Cheng Jinhe has been working with her for so many years and knows her writing style. In short, it's a slow process that produces fine results. She spent two years writing her book "Xue Yanqi's Secret Love" before it was finally published and became a hit.

As they were talking, someone came into the meeting room.

Qi Yanxue pushed the door open and walked in. His straight black suit highlighted his broad shoulders and long legs. His incredible proportions made him look like he was walking on the red carpet with every step he took.

Cheng Jinhe couldn't help but whisper to Zhu Wendong, "No wonder you wrote a book in commemoration. You're so handsome and so good, you must have eaten well in the past."

Zhu Wendong: “…”

She remembered that she seemed to have never told her about her relationship with Qi Yanxue.

This is the editor's keenness.

Cheng Jinhe glanced at Zhu Wendong again and continued, "But you're not bad either. He's definitely above your level."

"Wait a minute, the bite marks on his neck were caused by you!"

She spoke quite loudly, and Zhu Wendong was afraid that the person opposite might hear her, so he quickly covered her mouth.

This time the noise was quite loud.

Even if the person on the other side didn't hear the conversation, he could still hear the ping-pong sound.

Lu Guanqi held up his face and stared at them with his peach blossom eyes.

Qi Yanxue leaned back in his chair lazily, raising his eyelids to look at her.

Zhu Wendong: “…”

Under the gaze of many eyes, Zhu Wendong withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, and signaled Cheng Jinhe with his eyes to stop talking nonsense.

Cheng Jinhe put away the shocked look on his face and made a weak OK gesture under the table.

Zhu Wendong coughed twice as if nothing had happened and got straight to the point: "Let's get started."

Lu Guanqi glanced at the person beside him calmly before speaking, "Look, the copyright of your book is now in Kaisong's hands. After many rounds of negotiations and discussions, we finally decided to let you be the screenwriter."

"We've already discussed it with the director, camera crew, and production team. If you have no problem with it, just submit the manuscript within a month."

Zhu Wendong had no objection to this and said obediently: "Sure, no problem for me."

"Screenwriting is different from writing a book. You might want to learn the difference first. In short, remember to submit your manuscript on time in a month."

Lu Guanqi handed her the contract and said, "Sign it if you have no problem."

Zhu Wendong took it, read the contract carefully and completely to confirm that it was correct, then signed his name, gave one copy to Lu Guanqi and kept one for himself.

Throughout the whole process, Cheng Jinhe's eyes kept involuntarily looking at the bite mark on Leng Bai's neck opposite him.

But because Qi Yanxue's face was so cold, she was a little scared of him and looked at him with curiosity and caution.

If you didn't know, you would think there was something in the conference room that she wanted to steal.

Even if Qi Yanxue was blind, he had noticed the glances coming his way countless times. He looked back calmly and happened to catch the other person's gaze again.

After being caught, Cheng Jinhe's face showed embarrassment. He felt that he had to say something, so he had to bite the bullet and stammered, "The bite marks... are good."

Zhu Wendong: “?”

Lu Guanqi: “?”

They are talking about work here, what is she doing?

Hearing this, Qi Yanxue chuckled and said with an ambiguous meaning, "You know who bit it, so you praise it."

Cheng Jinhe pointed at Zhu Wendong and blurted out, "She bit it."

What's so difficult to guess?

Zhu Wendong: “?”