After the rain, the sun shone brightly in the southern part of the city in the morning, and the traces washed away by the rain last night gradually disappeared.
The spacious bedroom was quiet, with the curtains drawn, leaving only a small gap open. The warm winter sunlight shone through the gap, forming a beam of light, through which you could see tiny dust particles dancing.
An Qingyan opened her eyes groggily, then propped herself up on the mattress and sat up. The blanket covering her slipped off, revealing her slender figure in an ill-fitting white shirt, not the one from last night.
He was so exhausted from all the commotion that he eventually fell asleep. Gu Fei probably changed his clothes for him...
Gu Fei specially changed his shirt to his own.
That's really... a twisted sense of humor.
Realizing what she had done last night, An Qingyan instantly sobered up, her cheeks immediately burning. She had been quite bold last night, and now she felt incredibly embarrassed.
How could he do such a shameless thing!
As soon as Gu Fei pushed the door open, he saw the boy sitting on the bed with his head down and his hands covering his face.
Upon seeing him enter, she burrowed under the covers like a startled rabbit, as if she were too ashamed to face anyone. It seems she's finally learned to be shy.
A hint of a smile appeared in the man's relaxed brows, softening his otherwise sharp and aggressive features. He stood by the bed, leaning over to look at the bulging blanket. (Remember the website m.xswang.com)
"Baby, wake up."
A magnetic, gentle voice reached the boy's ears through the blanket, making his cheeks burn even hotter. Fei Ge had called him that way last night, and many times at that.
Gu Fei waited patiently for a while before the person hiding under the covers slowly poked their head out, their eyes darting around, and called out "Brother Fei" in a soft, gentle voice.
Seeing An Qingyan's flushed cheeks, Gu Fei touched his forehead with the back of his hand, then his cheeks. They were a little hot, so he immediately asked with concern, "Do you have a fever?"
An Qingyan: "...No."
"Tell me if you feel unwell." The man's expression was serious.
"..." An Qingyan pursed her lips and whispered, "I just blushed under the covers, nothing's wrong."
He really didn't feel anything; the good sleep actually made him feel refreshed. Perhaps that was the only advantage of not feeling pain.
Gu Fei was still worried. "Let Brother Fei check it out."
"Check...check what?" An Qingyan looked at the man in front of him in confusion, then met his slightly amused eyes. He immediately gripped the blanket tightly, wary. "No, no, no...no need to check!"
The man chuckled softly, leaning forward on the mattress to get closer to the nervous boy. Looking into those innocent yet wary peach blossom eyes, he parted his thin lips and asked, "Why is Yan Yan still so shy?"
An Qingyan buried her face in the blanket again, blushing, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't say anything..."
Gu Fei persisted, enjoying watching his Yan Yan blush and become flustered. He reached out and patted the boy's head. "Also, Yan Yan looks very handsome in my clothes. I like them very much."
...
Only after teasing An Qingyan until she was almost huddled in the corner of the bed did Master Gu leave for work in a cheerful mood. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell An Qingyan to stay in the room and rest.
If he could, he really wouldn't want to go to the company.
The spring night is fleeting, and the sun rises high; from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court.
That makes sense.
...
Since receiving the call last night, Wu Weiguang was both excited and worried, which caused him to hardly sleep all night. He went to Gu's Group early the next morning with dark circles under his eyes.
The receptionist told him that their president hadn't come to work yet, so he waited in the reception room for more than an hour. Just when he was about to give up and go home, he finally saw the legendary Mr. Gu.
Rumors circulated that Master Gu was cold and aloof, always wearing a poker face. But when he actually met him, he wondered if the rumors were wrong.
"Please don't be shy, have a seat."
"Alright... Mr. Gu, please have a seat too."
Wu Weiguang nervously swallowed, subtly observing the man sitting on the sofa to his left. He was tall with long legs, his physique was practically that of a top male model, and his face was incredibly handsome, with a high-class cinematic quality.
If he were to act in a movie, he would definitely be very popular.
Most importantly, the man had a faint smile between his handsome brows, as if he was in a good mood, and did not seem as cold and aloof as rumored.
Wu Weiguang relaxed a little and tentatively asked, "Mr. Gu, about the investment you mentioned to me last night..."
Gu Fei: "One hundred million."
Having prepared himself mentally, Wu Weiguang was able to remain calm. One hundred million is indeed an unattainable figure for ordinary people, but for the Gu family, it is nothing.
"I really, really thank you. This investment is very important to me." Wu Weiguang was sincerely grateful to Gu Fei for solving his urgent problem.
"To be honest, Mr. Wu did encounter a problem in casting for this drama, but it should be resolved now."
With this investment, what else is he afraid of? That Mr. Wu can go to hell.
Gu Feiwei gave an almost imperceptible smile. "Then congratulations to Director Wu." He paused, then added calmly, "I trust your judgment; you've chosen the most suitable candidate."
Upon hearing this, Wu Weiguang's eyes lit up. Gu Ye's words meant that he would not interfere with the casting process or pre-select the actors. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. "Gu Ye, please rest assured, I already have the most suitable candidate in mind."
“However, I have a question for you.” Seeing the other party nod slightly, Wu Weiguang continued, “Why did you suddenly invest in ‘The Legend of Kyushu’?”
Gu Fei was unwilling to explain further, saying, "There's no reason why, I just wanted to invest."
Wu Weiguang: "..."
Okay, money talks.
He really doesn't understand the world of the rich.
The truth is, of course, not what Gu Fei said. He invested in this drama for two reasons. One was the commercial value of the IP. It was adapted from a well-known novel, and the director and filming team were top-notch in the industry, with the potential to become a hit.
Of course, the biggest reason is An Qingyan.
Gu Fei could tell that the child really liked the drama and the character Shen Tinghan. He often studied the novel to learn about Shen Tinghan's personality traits and thought about how to play the role well.
Sometimes An Qingyan would tell him these things, and when she did, the boy would be very serious, his eyes shining.
How could he bear to disappoint his Yan Yan?
The kid clearly has the ability.
Gu Fei couldn't keep An Qingyan by his side. He had his own ideals and pursuits. All Gu Fei could do was make the path smoother and the child's journey easier so he wouldn't suffer any injustices.
This was something he had decided on a long time ago.
Of course, even if he invested in the drama, he wouldn't insist on casting An Qingyan as the male lead.
Gu Fei has his own principles.
Most importantly, he believed that his Yan Yan had the ability.
After leaving the Gu's Building, Wu Weiguang was in a better mood than the sun. He immediately took out his phone and called President Wu, no longer having to swallow his anger.
"Mr. Wu, I've decided who will play the male lead."
A middle-aged man's rough voice came from the other end of the phone, with a greasy tone: "Director Wu, wouldn't it have been better if you had been this sensible earlier? Duan Ci's acting was superb, didn't it?"
Wu Weiguang smiled dismissively, but spoke in a very polite tone: "Mr. Wu, I think you may have misunderstood something. The person I chose is not Duan Ci."
"What? If it's not Duan Ci, then who is it?"
"Didn't I tell you this already?!" General Manager Wu roared angrily, "Wu Weiguang, let me give you a piece of advice: don't be so stubborn! If you push me too far, there won't be any funding left for this piece of trash to continue filming!"
Wu Weiguang: "Mr. Wu, are you planning to withdraw your investment?"
"What? Now you're scared? It's too late!"
"Sorry, I think you've misunderstood again," Wu Weiguang said with a smile. "What I mean is, if you want to withdraw your investment, you should do it quickly. Our lousy production team really can't accommodate someone as important as you."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, feeling completely relieved.
You'd better get out of here right now!
A nouveau riche idiot who has no manners, no understanding of art, and yet thinks he's all that!
——
Yu Qingtong and Song Shuman played in the suburbs until the afternoon before returning. The two went back to the Gu family home together, as Song Shuman mainly wanted to see her youngest son.
The three of them sat together, drinking afternoon tea and chatting.
"Yan Yan, what's that red mark on your neck? How did you get it?"
Song Shuman leaned closer to get a better look. An Qingyan was startled and immediately pulled her collar up to cover the marks on her neck. She smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a mosquito bite."
Although it was winter, the air conditioning was on inside to keep the room warm, so it wasn't cold. An Qingyan still wore a turtleneck sweater to cover up the marks on her body, but she was still discovered.
"There are mosquitoes in the middle of winter?" Song Shuman was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it. "The mosquitoes in the south city are rampant. Yan Yan, remember to spray more mosquito repellent."
An Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I know."
"By the way, Yan Yan, now that your arm is almost healed, when are you going to move back home? We all really want you to come back." Song Shuman looked at her youngest son with anticipation, having waited so long for this day to finally arrive.
"this……"
Yu Qingtong said with a smile, "Yan Yan, don't be in a hurry. You can stay here as long as you want. Auntie likes you very much. Stay here and keep Auntie company."
Song Shuman was displeased. "Qingtong, don't you have a son of your own? Don't try to take my son away from me. Yan Yan, don't listen to your aunt. It's better for you to go home."
Watching the two arguing, An Qingyan couldn't help but smile.
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