"No way!" Song Wan turned her head away, pouting. "Don't you hate it when others interfere in your affairs?"
"That was before." Lin Zhaojiang's voice was deep, and his hand began to wander upwards, gently pinching her earlobe. The barely perceptible pressure made her heart pound several times.
He whispered in her ear, his breath warm, "From now on, you must be involved in anything that concerns me!"
Song Wan looked at him, her cheeks seemed to be burning, and she lowered her eyes and smiled softly.
Outside, the weather was sunny with a gentle breeze and white clouds; the bright and gentle spring sunshine seemed to be shining into the car as well.
...
That day, Song Wan arrived at the company and handed an outline to Xiao Liran. This was the task that President Xiao had assigned to her last time.
That time, Xiao Liran said to her, "I think you should have no problem writing scripts. Now the company is also looking to diversify its development. Why don't you try being a screenwriter?"
So Song Wan spent several days working on it before handing over this script outline to Xiao Liran.
Xiao Liran watched with a satisfied smile.
"Hmm, the writing is fine, and the plot flows smoothly." She scribbled on it with a pencil. "Just pay attention to these few places... the pacing should be a little faster. If the pacing is too slow, it will dilute the main plot. Wanwan, write the first five scenes first, and then show them to me so we can discuss them."
Song Wan looked at her in disbelief, "You...you really think I can do it?"
“Why not!” Xiao Liran poured her a cup of coffee and smiled. “However, I’m not ready to draw any conclusions yet, so I haven’t given you any heavy tasks. I’ll just have you write some short dramas first. These short dramas require little investment and don’t need any big-name casts. They can also achieve good results on self-media platforms.”
"Okay, I understand."
“There are several professional screenwriters in the company; you can learn from them,” Xiao Liran whispered. “I hired them all at great expense! All of it was money from the major shareholder, Lin Zhaojiang!”
Song Wan burst out laughing.
“You have to take things one step at a time, just like you have to take things one step at a time.” She patted Song Wan on the shoulder. “Although I’m a very decisive person, I’m also a very realistic one. The fact that I told you to give it a try means that what you’ve written has some merit.”
"Um!"
Song Wan smiled gently and looked at her quietly.
This is also what she admires most about Xiao Liran: realistic, but not mercenary; rational, but not snobbish.
Xiao Liran felt extremely uncomfortable under Song Wan's gaze: "Why are you laughing like that? And...and looking at me like that?"
Song Wan laughed even harder.
"Hey, little girl, don't get any ideas about me, Lin Zhaojiang will come after you!"
"What are you saying!" Song Wan pursed her lips. "I just feel very lucky to have a boss like you."
Xiao Liran raised an eyebrow. "I'm just your boss, aren't I?"
"Still the older sister!"
Song Wan hugged her tightly, and Xiao Liran pretended to be disgusted and tried to break free, but she still couldn't.
The two were arguing when Rachel knocked on the door and came in, slightly stunned by what she saw.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Liran asked casually. "Did you need something?"
“Oh…” Rachel came to her senses. “Young Master He has arrived, and he has brought his works with him.”
Song Wan smiled sheepishly and turned to leave, but was stopped by Xiao Liran.
"Wait a minute!"
"Um?"
“He Nianhui is an illustrator. I’m planning to re-illustrate your book and take advantage of its current popularity to get it on the market and make some more money!” Xiao Liran told her. “I think his style is pretty good. I’m considering having him handle all the hand-drawn illustrations in the book. You can take a look later and have a good talk with him.”
"Huh?" Song Wan hesitated again, "This..."
The sharp-eyed Xiao Liran immediately spotted the problem. "What's wrong? Lin Zhaojiang isn't happy about it?"
Song Wan gave an awkward twitch of her lips.
"This is normal work, don't pay any attention to him." Xiao Liran waved her hand. "Your interaction with He Nianhui is limited to work hours. After work, you can each go home, right? If you're really worried, then..."
She rolled her eyes and whispered to Song Wan, "When you two are working, I'll be with you. With me there, let's see what Lin Zhaojiang has to say!"
Rachel brought He Nianhui in.
The boy was very sensible; as soon as he entered, he smiled politely and greeted her warmly as "Sister Ran."
Then he turned his gaze to Song Wan, "I've met this sister before, once at a banquet and once in a hospital room... Strange things happened on both occasions, so I'm only able to get a proper look at Sister Song Wan today."
Xiao Liran joked with him, "Well, then take a good look!"
"Sister Ran," He Nianhui laughed, "you really have a knack for having strong subordinates! You have such outstanding temperament, and the writers you've mentored are all so beautiful. Are you even leaving any room for other publishing companies to survive?"
Sweet words from a young boy can always make one's heart flutter, especially when he's so handsome.
Song Wan lowered her head and chuckled softly. If someone else had said these words, they might have just sounded greasy.
“Sister,” He Nianhui walked over, holding her book in her hands.
Song Wan was taken aback when she saw him showing her his sketchbook.
The illustrations in the album are beautiful and heartwarming, with elegant colors and smooth brushstrokes—just the kind of feeling she likes.
“I’ve read your book,” He Nianhui said. “These scenes are designed based on excerpts from your book. What do you think? If they don’t suit your taste, I can continue to revise them.”
“I also contacted another illustrator for this book,” Xiao Liran said. “The one you know is Huo Junyang from Yangcheng. I also asked him to draw a few chapters. You can compare them and see which one better suits your requirements.”
Song Wan remembered that the second young master of the Huo family was also an excellent painter. In terms of skill, Huo Junyang might be slightly better, but in terms of style, she still preferred the warmth in He Nianhui's paintings.
This suits her writing style better.
"Sister, you'd better choose carefully." He Nianhui's smile carried a hint of unruliness. He leaned against the table, pushed his lower lip forward, and gently blew a breath, blowing away the bangs that almost covered his eyes.
"Sister Ran, you should also think it over carefully. Young Master Huo's fees are much higher than mine!"
"You little rascal!" Xiao Liran joked, "You think your fees are low?"
He Nianhui smiled and looked at Song Wan, "I'm a very sentimental person. If someone appreciates my paintings, I'll do my best to complete the task even if it costs me money. Money isn't that important!"
Xiao Liran laughed, but just then someone walked in.
Song Wan was taken aback. The sound of her high heels hitting the ground was slightly sharp, and the scent of perfume wafted in, making her nose itch a little.
The woman wore a royal blue business suit, her eyes revealing a hint of authority and disdain.
From head to toe, it all screams "very expensive".
However, when He Nianhui saw her, his expression instantly darkened.
"Mr. Xiao, I'm so sorry." The woman apologized as soon as she entered the room. "Xiao Hui is here. Has he caused you any trouble? What nonsense is he spouting again?"
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