Chapter 21 Acting

"Regarding Xiao Zhiyuan, I will no longer care about him. Apart from the projects he is currently working on, I will not provide him with any other form of assistance in the future. I will make him apologize for what happened three years ago."

"I thought President Qi was sincere? Aren't what you said reasonable? When Wen Yan followed you, you praised him openly and secretly, and Wen Yan was kept in the dark and didn't know anything. He thought he was favored by God. When you protected him, no one dared to say anything bad in front of him. But when you gave up on him, many people said sarcastic things about him. Who wouldn't laugh at him for being self-indulgent and dreaming?"

Shen Qi recalled the ridicule and sarcasm that Wen Yan had received at the time, and he felt angry. His attitude, which had just softened a little, became firm again.

"But this Xiao Zhiyuan, with his jade-like face and a heart of a ruthless man, is so good at playing dirty tricks. President Qi has protected him very well. Now he wants to go back and erase the past with just a simple apology. Ha, President Qi really underestimated Wen Yan."

Listening to Shen Qi's accusation, Qi Yu'an couldn't say a word to defend himself. It was only now that he realized how ridiculous the explanations and compensations he had given to Wen Yan were.

It was clearly something you owed him, but you still insisted on telling him that it was compensation. It was like someone arrogantly telling you that you must thank me when someone comes to pay you back. You are such a mean person.

When Qi Yu'an thought about Wen Yan's situation over the years, he felt so distressed that he wanted to slap himself. But when he thought that all this was caused by himself, he felt so guilty that he wanted to die.

He lowered his head so that no one could see his bloodshot eyes. His hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists. He controlled his emotions so tightly that he barely resisted the urge to slap himself.

Shen Qi didn't care about his boss's current breakdown. He just told him the truth and didn't tell him more details. If he couldn't bear this, how did Wen Yan bear it in the first place?

Shen Qi saw with his own eyes how Wen Yan accepted it, so he felt too sorry for Wen Yan to care about other people's thoughts. Even if this person was the boss who would affect his future, he would argue and was unwilling to give in even a little.

"If Mr. Qi has thought it through now, don't bother Wen Yan anymore. He will be fine without you. Don't worry, I will take care of him and see him choose good friends and meet a good person."

Shen Qi turned around and wanted to leave. Qi Yu'an's voice rang out from behind him: "Why do you care so much about Wen Yan? If you were just looking after a younger brother, I don't think you could do this."

Shen Qi stopped walking and paused for a moment: "Maybe it's because I gave him the sponsorship contract and watched him sign it. When the contract was placed in front of him, he was hesitant, but I told him "this is your best choice" at that time, so he signed it. So I have to take some responsibility for his misfortune."

After Shen Qi finished speaking, he left without looking back. Qi Yu'an stayed where he was, not knowing what he was thinking about.

After a long while, Qi Yu'an took out his mobile phone and made several calls in succession. When he went back in, Wen Yan had already finished her makeup and costumes and was waiting for the filming. The two scenes to be filmed today were very contrasting, one was about killing enemies on the battlefield, and the other was about reminiscing about the past.

The first scene shot was the battlefield. At this moment, Wen Yan was dressed in a black suit with her hair tied up high. The young general was full of vigor and heroic. Qi Yu'an was a little stunned for a moment.

Soon the director was ready. After a simple connection on the intercom, Wen Yan went on stage. Qi Yu'an did not leave, but found an inconspicuous corner and watched Wen Yan filming quietly.

Wen Yan was hanging on the wire, soaring into the air, diving, doing backflips, and side kicks. The boy had a firm look in his eyes, a light body, and neat moves.

At the moment, Qi Yu'an was not in the mood to appreciate Wen Yan's series of graceful movements. His heart seemed to be hanging in the air along with Wen Yan, going up and down with Wen Yan's movements.

Although he knew that for this kind of scene, people would be arranged to check the equipment in advance, Qi Yu'an still thought that the steel wire at the back was too thin to guarantee Wen Yan's safety. His eyes followed Wen Yan's figure closely, for fear of missing anything wrong.

For a moment, Qi Yu'an thought, if he tied the person up and kept him at home, he would be safe.

Soon his mind became clear. He knew there were many ways to get Wen Yan, but no matter which way he chose, Wen Yan would hate him.

He had been well loved by Wen Yan for three years, and he couldn't even stand Wen Yan's current indifference, not to mention Wen Yan's hateful expression. Just thinking about it made his heart ache.

With a "cut" from the director, Wen Yan was finally let go. The director praised her, "Your fighting scene is pretty good. You got it right in one take. You must have put a lot of effort into it, right?"

Wen Yan didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off her forehead. When she heard the director's praise, she even said, "Director, if you know how to praise, just praise more. I like it. Thank you."

Shen Qi walked forward, handed Wen Yan a tissue to wipe his sweat, and took his water cup to let him drink a few sips to replenish his water: "Don't be hungry, drink some water."

Wen Yan took the cup of water, but leaned her head over and said, "Brother Qi, wipe my sweat. I don't have any hands."

Shen Qi was speechless, looking at the mischievous Wen Yan, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he knew that Qi Yu'an was staring at him or not.

She smiled helplessly, but still cooperated and stretched out her hand.

Wen Yan drank two sips and said she didn't want any more. Shen Qi took it and raised his hand to signal the makeup artist to come over and touch up her makeup.

Qi Yu'an's eyes turned red as he watched Wen Yan joking with the director, acting coquettishly to Shen Qi, and smiling at the makeup artist.

Wen Yan is gentle and kind to everyone except himself. As soon as he gets close to her, he becomes defensive.

But originally, those soft and gentle words belonged to oneself.

Xu Huaishu stood beside his boss, watching his boss's face grow worse and worse, and the air pressure around him getting lower and lower.

"Alas, the road to chasing a wife is long." He couldn't help but sigh for his boss. Of course, he could only complain quietly in his heart, he didn't dare say it out loud.

Wen Yan over there simply adjusted herself and started filming again. Fortunately, this time the filming was on the ground, so Qi Yu'an was not so nervous at all and watched Wen Yan's acting seriously.

Wen Yan got into the state quickly. When the director said "Action", Wen Yan's aura changed immediately. Compared with just now, he was a little disheveled at this moment, with disheveled hair, bloodstains all over his face and body, but his eyes were fierce and red, as if he was a general who had really gone crazy on the battlefield. Seeing the soldiers around him falling one by one, and no reinforcements were seen yet, he tried hard to kill a few more.

Qi Yu'an was amazed at his acting skills and even more amazed at his transformation. In his impression, Wen Yan had always been on the youthful path and had previously starred in youth idol dramas and campus dramas. These scripts were easy to act in and his image was suitable for them, so he had quite a few fans.

Before he could finish his recollection, Wen Yan had already reached the last shot. An arrow shot from a distance. The surrounding air was moved by the sharp arrow energy, making a "chirp" sound and shot straight into Wen Yan's chest.

For a moment, the air around me seemed to be still.

"Puff" Wen Yan spat out a large mouthful of blood. He was already exhausted and couldn't hold on any longer. He knelt on one knee on the ground, supporting himself with his spear.