Chapter 168 Stepping on the Fox's Tail 23 Wine

Why be so serious?

He seemed so innocent, Yun Chiyi couldn't help but chuckle: "Eavesdropping on me. Don't fool them. Didn't I tell you, we have a free relationship, and neither of us should interfere in the other's private life?"

After she finished speaking, she kicked him away.

"I'm going to sleep now, please go ahead."

Lin Yuche stood up, his long fingers gripping the edge of the table, his slender shadow blocking the light in front of Yun Chiyi.

Yun Chiyi lay on the bed with her back to him.

The black shadow twisted and spread on the wall. Yun Chiyi turned her head and glanced at it. Lin Yuche had already disappeared from her room.

He got upset when you said a few words to him.

The next morning, after breakfast, Yun Chiyi and Lin Yuche set off from the Yun family home to return to the company.

Yun Chiyi fell asleep as soon as she got in the car, but woke up halfway through the journey because of the heat. She got up from the back seat and leaned forward, saying, "It's too hot, turn on the air conditioning."

Lin Yuche adjusted the air conditioner radiator: "It's already at its maximum."

She groggily took off her coat, leaving her in only a dark green halter-neck suspender dress, and rolled over again after lying down for less than two minutes.

"It's still so hot."

She scratched her arm. Lin Yuche pulled over, grabbed her wrist, and stared at the patterns moving across her arm.

When her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a bloody mist, and her throat felt itchy and tight, Yun Chiyi heard Lin Yuche's heartbeat pierce through her flesh and bones, and then she suddenly understood.

"No way, it's only been a day!"

Lin Yuche looked at her in silence.

Yun Chiyi was so itchy that she scratched her skin with her nails. Lin Yuche held her wrist, and the next second he appeared in the back seat and pressed her hand against the back of the seat.

"It will leave a scar."

"He actually cares about this?" Yun Chiyi said impatiently and unhappily, "Go away."

Lin Yuche stared intently at her with his dark eyes: "Yun Chiyi, do you want to kiss me? It might ease your discomfort."

Yun Chiyi blinked, his gaze sincere, seemingly just eager to help.

She was skeptical: "Nothing else needs to be done?"

Lin Yuche's voice was clear and crisp: "It can provide some relief, but it will flare up again very quickly."

"Let's try it first and see."

Yun Chiyi wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him skillfully.

She was actually not fully conscious; she just felt the morning sun was very strong, the car window was slightly open, and the mountain breeze carrying the scent of grass brushed against her burning fingertips.

He gripped her waist with his long fingers and pressed down hard. From the strands of hair that brushed against his cheek, she caught a whiff of cool, woody fragrance.

It seems to be useful.

Outside the car, dappled sunlight swayed on the leaves.

Inside the car, the phone that had fallen to the ground had clocked out twenty minutes earlier.

The phone vibrated, trying to struggle out of the gap.

Startled, Yun Chiyi coughed, pushed Lin Yuche away, and pressed her palm against the burning heat of his lips.

At least, the discomfort in my body has been temporarily suppressed.

She picked up her phone, and her mind immediately cleared when she saw the caller ID.

"Hmm, Qi Shu..."

His moist lips bit down on the corner of her mouth, interrupting Yun Chiyi's words.

Yun Chiyi turned her head and glared at Lin Yuche, raising a finger to her crimson lips. Lin Yuche stared at her silently with his dark eyes, not blinking.

She climbed to the window to make a phone call and get some fresh air: "Director Meng, I haven't been able to contact him for the past two days. Hasn't he come looking for you?"

Having finally secured the dual lead roles of Qi Shu and Ai Bai, Yun Chiyi felt confident that this was a sure thing.

And then... Qi Shu is now missing.

Yun Chiyi covered her phone and asked Lin Yuche, "Do you know where he is?"

Lin Yuche just looked at her without saying a word.

Asking was pointless, Yun Chiyi sighed, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

Director Meng scratched his head in exasperation: "Yeah, I was planning to start filming next month, but where is he? I can't get through to him on the phone. How can we film without the male lead?"

Yun Chiyi started to lie: "I only found out about this today. I don't have his private contact information. Please wait a moment, I'll contact my assistant."

Director Meng sighed heavily: "Alright, so many people are waiting for him. Xiao Yun and I get along quite well, so I'll be frank with you and please don't mind."

Yun Chiyi had already cursed Qi Shu a hundred times in her heart, and even more resented herself for shooting herself in the foot. She calmed Director Meng down and hung up the phone as if trying to escape.

She pressed her phone and asked Lin Yuche again, "Aren't you from the same place? Don't you know where his hometown is?"

Lin Yuche's eyes were deep: "How did President Yun know we came from the same place?"

Realizing she had let something slip, Yun Chiyi opened the window and got out of the car for some fresh air.

Since the demon realm and the human realm separated, a year in the human realm is equivalent to only one day in the demon realm. In other words, Qi Shu has only just returned home.

She raised her hand to shield her head from the sunlight, and dappled warm light shone on her curled eyelashes. Lin Yuche followed her out of the car, always keeping close to her shadow. When she turned around, she almost tripped over him.

Why are you following me?

Lin Yuche remained silent.

Oh well, I've messed with a mute.

Yun Chiyi squatted on the ground, calming herself down and clearing her mind.

We can't count on Qi Shu now, and Lin Yuche isn't suitable for the role either. As a second choice, we can either re-interview for a male lead or introduce Zhao Muqing to the role.

but……

Yun Chiyi muttered to herself, "He probably wouldn't be interested in Zhao Muqing."

Her words were mumbled and unclear. Lin Yuche's eyes were as cold as water as he stared at her intently.

So what if she couldn't take care of him? Yun Chiyi leaned against the tree trunk to get up and called Li Aman.

Li Aman knew her purpose as soon as she received the call.

"Mr. Yun, I can't get in touch with Qi Shu either. I've already sent people to his house, but he's still nowhere to be found."

Yun Chiyi said, "No need to look anymore. Tell Director Meng around 3 a.m. tonight that I'll treat him to dinner tomorrow."

The implication is that he will apologize to Director Meng tomorrow.

Li Aman stammered, "Ms. Yun, let me think of another way."

Yun Chiyi's attitude was firm: "Let's do it this way, no one's to blame."

She was so understanding that Li Aman was moved to tears, but she pretended to be calm and simply said "okay".

Putting away her phone, Yun Chiyi urged Lin Yuche to drive back, and on the way back, she returned to her businesslike attitude.

The office was piled high with documents, and Yun Chiyi sighed with relief, noting that the company's business was picking up.

Lin Yuche had a schedule in the afternoon and couldn't stay at the company with her, so the two agreed to go home together.

Yun Chiyi has been working almost entirely with Li Aman, and her main task at the moment is to finalize the proposal that Director Meng will present at the dinner party.

The sunset was particularly beautiful in the evening, but Yun Chiyi wasn't in the mood.

Li Aman drank two cups of coffee in a row and said, "Ms. Yun, do you already have a plan?"

Yun Chiyi said, "We always have to balance between revenue and the promotion of our own artists."

The latter is out of options; no one can conjure up a Qi technique.

Li Aman's eyes dimmed.

Yun Chiyi yawned and continued, "This drama is definitely going to be a hit. It comes with its own IP and has built its own fan base. Everyone was aiming for an S+ rating from the start. Actually, I didn't invest enough money."

She continued slowly, "The company doesn't have that much working capital, so we can only borrow some more from my dad. Let's have dinner tomorrow to reassure Director Meng and secure Ai Bai's position. We can discuss the male lead casting later."

Sure enough, they have powerful backers and are very wealthy.

Li Aman was relieved to hear this.

Yun Chiyi lowered her voice: "Director Meng almost got angry on the phone today. He's an artist, and he'll think talking about money is too vulgar. Prepare some poems and songs, and I'll recite a couple of lines for him."

The matter was serious, but Li Aman caught a glimpse of Yun Chiyi's frustrated expression and found it both pitiful and amusing.

I still hope that everything goes smoothly for this young lady and that she doesn't suffer any injustices.

When Yun Chiyi got home that evening, before she could even speak, Lin Yuche offered to go to a dinner party with her.

The two arrived together, and the moment Director Meng saw Lin Yuche, his brows furrowed.

"Mr. Yun, I was rooting for Qi Shu back then. No matter how good other actors in your company are, they can't be replaced."

Yun Chiyi was taken aback for a moment after hearing this: "He just heard there was something good to eat tonight and came to freeload. Please forgive him, Director Meng."

Lin Yuche pulled out a chair and let Yun Chiyi sit down.

Director Meng crossed his arms and said, "I know him. His acting skills are not bad, but he lacks more opportunities to appear on the big screen."

As the waiters served the dishes one after another, Yun Chiyi was the first to raise her glass and solemnly toast Director Meng.

"I'm very happy to hear what Director Meng said. Thank you for your discerning eye."

Director Meng laughed in exasperation: "You're not humble at all."

Yun Chiyi downed her drink in one gulp. Lin Yuche, who was standing to the side, pressed down on her wrist under the table. She gripped his wrist back and ambiguously hooked her fingers around his.

The waiter poured more drinks.

"The second cup is for apologizing to Director Meng. Our artist has caused you trouble. When he returns, I will definitely teach him a lesson. The company will terminate the contract of an artist who doesn't keep his promises."

Director Meng clinked glasses with her: "I know you're also overwhelmed. I didn't mean to pressure you, but hundreds of people are waiting, and Ai Bai has put a lot of effort into it."

Yun Chiyi readily emptied her glass, and Lin Yuche frowned, snatching the glass from her hand.

Lin Yuche said in a low voice, "Drink less. I'll drink."

"Director Meng, look, I'm still too bad at handling the artists under my command. Now they're even trying to snatch drinks from me."

Director Meng was extremely frustrated and didn't care about these details: "President Xiao Yun, you shouldn't drink either. I'm really frustrated. I'll have a drink with him."

Lin Yuche and Director Meng drank three cups back and forth. Yun Chiyi dared not let them continue. This was baijiu (Chinese liquor), which was just water to a demon, but it was deadly to a fifty-year-old middle-aged man.

Fortunately, Director Meng had also had his fill of drinking, and Yun Chiyi took the opportunity to express her own ideas.

Director Meng nodded and waved his hand intermittently, saying incoherently, "I'm not a stubborn person, but I still need to make adjustments when the time is right."

"Director Meng, there aren't many people as generous as you anymore."

Seeing that he was already drunk, Yun Chiyi gave him a thumbs up while asking a waiter to come in and help him get a taxi home.

After seeing Director Meng off at the hotel entrance, Yun Chiyi finally felt relieved. When she turned around, Lin Yuche stared at her face with reddened eyelids and a faint smell of alcohol on him.

Yun Chiyi frowned: "Don't tell me you can't drink alcohol."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yuche collapsed like a mountain, his arms tightly embracing her waist.