"He won't. He is a man who cares about his reputation. Now that I'm filming, he thinks I'm just an actor. He gave up on me a long time ago." Jing Zuohuai stated the facts expressionlessly.
His father was a feudal and rigid man. His eldest sister was more capable than his second brother, but because she was a woman, he sent her to manage overseas subsidiaries, while his second brother remained firmly in the position of director of the head office.
Fortunately, they have a good relationship with each other. The eldest sister and the second brother help each other at work. As for me...to be honest, if it weren't for my brothers and sisters helping me deal with many things, I might not have been able to stay in this circle for so long.
Wen Lian nodded after hearing what he said. "Indeed, he will break your legs and use his tough attitude to force you to admit your mistakes to him."
Jing Zuohuai was amused. As expected, no one liked this rigid and feudal old man.
"So can we get straight to the point now? What is your purpose in coming to see me, sister-in-law?"
"That's harsh." Wen Lian rolled his eyes at him. "Well, I do have a purpose."
"As for me, I've come to you with a script. Will you take it? I've rejected all the other directors and screenwriters who approached me. You're the only one in my mind, and you're the best fit for this role."
"If you agree, I can give you the copyright for free. I can also find a director and crew, so consider it my investment. Your current studio can't just rely on your own fame. You must increase your company's overall visibility to become stronger."
They gave me copyrights worth millions for free, and helped me find a crew and director. Is this such a good thing?
"First of all, I don't plan to strengthen my studio." Jing Zuohuai raised his eyebrows.
"The popularity now is very good. Secondly, will you do business at a loss?" This is even lower than the probability of picking up 30 million by yourself.
"Tell me your conditions. I don't believe you will write a script for me alone."
Wen Laian smiled helplessly, "It was written based on you, so I came to you to play the protagonist."
Based on me? Jing Zuohuai suddenly looked up at her.
"Don't look at me like that. I did secretly investigate some things about the past while I was writing." Wen Lian sighed.
"Xiao Jing, don't blame me. Your illness keeps coming back like this, so I..."
"Did you write two books for this script during the serialization period?" Jing Zuohuai said, "Don't try to lie to me. I've read the book you published. The plot and background of the story are completely different from my experience. It can't be based on me."
"Yes, I did open two books." Wen Lian admitted, "I wrote the other one under a pseudonym."
Jing Zuohuai's body trembled slightly, "Why?"
You know I don't want to recall the past, why do you insist on forcing me to recall the bad things in the past? The former Jing Zuhuai has been buried in the past. Isn't the present life good?
Let him forget the painful things behind him. He really doesn't want to recall them at all...
Wen Laian knew that he was in great pain now, but she had no choice. Xu Qing said that Jing Zuohuai was in a bad condition now. If he could never overcome it, it would only make him suffer more and more when he gets sick in the future.
Heart disease must be overcome, and the best way to overcome it is to let him open the scars himself, expose these unsightly things to the sun, and then let them heal slowly.
This is no different from scraping the bone to treat an injury. It is very painful and unbearable.
"I..." Jing Zuhuai's body was trembling a little, and Wen Lai'an felt very distressed. But she had to be cruel now, so she took out a small medicine bottle from her bag.
Jing Zuhuai took a look at it. This was the kind of medicine he usually took. Trying to calm himself down, he asked, "Xu Qing, I told you? You've always known about it, right?"
Wen Lian shook the small medicine bottle. "I know you didn't let Xu Qing tell me, but I can guess. I spoke to her a few years ago, and I could hear the tone in her voice. She told me about you only after I guessed it myself."
The small medicine bottle was shaking in front of her cell phone, and Jing Zuohuai felt a little psychologically comforted by the sound.
"Xiao Jing, you must overcome your mental illness, otherwise it will be a hurdle in your heart that you will never be able to get over."
"I couldn't get over it a long time ago." Jing Zuohuai pretended to be calm and only felt better after drinking a large glass of cold water.
He looked at her with some disappointment. "Sister An, I know you are all doing this for my own good. Big sister, second brother, Yaoxing, and my colleagues in the studio, I know everyone is doing this for my own good."
"But I don't want to talk about what happened in the past. It's not good for me. I believe time will dilute everything..."
"Xiao Jing..."
"Also, about He Zhijin." Jing Zuohuai's eyes were firm. "You know how much He Zhijin means to me. If it weren't for him, I would still be a puppet obeying my father's orders, and maybe it would continue like this forever."
"But now it's different. I have things I like, dreams I pursue, and people I love." Jing Zuohuai rubbed his fingers.
"I know I had a hard time before, but now it's different, and everything is going well. So my heart disease is okay. It may still affect my career in the future, but I will try my best to overcome it, or make fewer films with big emotions."
"you......"
"Sister-in-law, Sister An, I know you love me the most." Jing Zuohuai's tone was somewhat pleading.
"You know He Zhijin is very important to me. Please don't let He Zhijin know, okay? If he knew, he would be heartbroken. He would impose all the difficulties I have experienced on himself, and he would not dare to see me..."
"So please, don't tell him."
Don't tell him that everything I did was for him. I know I might just be wishful thinking. He Zhijin might not want to come back at all. Everything he did might be for himself.
But what could he do? He couldn't convince himself to let go of He Zhijin...
Wen Lai'an couldn't bear to see him like this. She pulled a mint from her bag and handed it to Jing Zuohuai. She knew the pain in his heart, but she couldn't let him go on like this.
"I used to support you very much, but now I can't indulge you." Wen Lian said slowly.
"Think about what I said again, Xiao Jing. You must overcome this mental illness."
Jing Zuohuai raised his head helplessly.
Wen Lai'an was actually very conflicted, not knowing whether she was saving him or harming him. Xu Qing told her that the key to relieving her heartache was for him to reconcile with her...
"I'll send you the electronic version of the script later, and then I'll go find Shang Miao to sign the contract." Wen Laian went straight to the point.
She couldn't communicate with him anymore, she couldn't bear it anymore.
Pretending to be cruel, "Xiao Jing, whether you agree or not, you must listen to my arrangements and take on this drama."
"Otherwise, I will tell He Zhijin all your experiences over the years." She seized the soft spot in his heart.
Wen Laian knew that He Zhijin was the person Jing Zuohuai kept in his heart, and he was his pain.
"I mean what I say."
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