Chapter 451 Yan Chen will propose to Tang Xiaoya
The next day.
Yan Jin finally stepped into the company's doors, pushed open the president's office door, took off his suit jacket, casually draped it over the sofa armrest, loosened his tie, and sank into the sofa.
There seemed to be a faint fragrance belonging to her in the air, which made him somewhat lost in thought.
Before, she loved to pester him to take pictures here, sitting on his lap and acting coquettishly.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together, but his heart was still aching.
A knock sounded at the door, and Fu Yao walked in.
She spoke with difficulty, her eyes instantly reddening.
"Xiaoya, she..."
Yan Jin briefly explained the situation.
Fu Yao listened, initially holding back her tears, but by the end, they streamed down her face. She covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out loud.
The only sound in the entire office was her suppressed sobs.
How could she not be heartbroken? This was the most outstanding, most ambitious, and fastest-rising girl she had ever mentored.
Yan Jin lit a cigarette, held it between his slender fingers, and took a deep drag.
He exhaled slowly, the smoke blurring his handsome face and reddened eyes.
"The official website will issue an announcement saying that she is on sick leave and recuperating. The promotional activities for 'Blazing Red Makeup' will proceed as scheduled in the afternoon, with the second female lead making an appearance. The wrap party for the crew will also proceed as scheduled in the evening."
"We'll pour all the resources the company has into this project. I want this show to achieve the best results."
His resolute words contrasted sharply with his red-rimmed eyes.
That was her last work, and he certainly wouldn't let her down.
He wanted to make her famous and dazzle the entire entertainment industry.
His baby deserves everyone's applause.
“Okay. I’ll make sure the hype is at its peak before the new drama airs.” Fu Yao nodded, as if she had received a sacred and mandatory mission.
Before long, the announcement was posted on Kaka Entertainment's official website.
[Announcement: Our artist Tang Xiaoya will be temporarily suspending all performing activities to rest and recuperate due to health issues.]
Yan Jin walked to the French windows, her back view tall and solitary.
In the afternoon, Yan Jin flew directly to Los Angeles.
In a quiet VIP ward of a luxurious private hospital in Los Angeles, the only sounds were the faint noises of the medical equipment.
Zhang Xiuyi lay in the hospital bed, her face pale, but her spirits were still good.
When Yan Jin pushed the door open and came in, his assistant Yao followed behind him, carrying a fruit basket and tonics.
Zhang Xiuyi looked at the handsome face in surprise. Hey, this man looks like the handsome guy on Xiaoya's bed sheet.
"Hello, Auntie, I'm Yan Jin. I've come to see you."
Yan Jin pulled out a chair next to the bed and sat down, her tone gentle.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Hello, Mr. Yan." Zhang Xiuyi got up. She knew that the boss of Yaya's company was surnamed Yan.
The two chatted for a while.
Zhang Xiuyi said she is fine, she is just waiting for a suitable kidney donor.
As she spoke, she began to talk about Tang Xiaoya's childhood.
“Our Xiaoya was so naughty when she was little. She was always out playing and would come home covered in mud.”
"Once she even smashed the neighbor's window. I chased her through the village three times with a feather duster, but I still couldn't catch her."
Zhang Xiuyi said with a smile, her eyes and brows full of gentleness.
Yan Jin listened quietly, her eyes welling up with tears.
"She told me that when she was in trouble in Haicheng, she met a benefactor."
Zhang Xiuyi's gaze drifted into the distance.
She suddenly looked at Yan Jin, her eyes filled with understanding and gratitude.
"Now, she's even playing the leading lady."
"Mr. Yan, thank you so much."
Zhang Xiuyi knew that the girl had a crush on him; she even knew about the photo album and the bed sheets.
"I hope that our Xiaoya won't cause you any unnecessary trouble."
Yan Jin tried hard to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes. "Xiao Ya, you did very well, and you worked very hard."
"She is the pride of us all."
Zhang Xiuyi's smile slowly faded, and worry surfaced.
"Xiaoya... has something happened?"
She asked again.
Why doesn't she come to see me?
Yan Jin's heart clenched suddenly.
He met those inquiring eyes and forced a calm expression onto his face.
"She's fine."
"The crew is too busy lately, rushing to meet the final deadline, so she really can't come."
"So, I came in her place."
He looked at her and spoke each word with exceptional clarity.
"Please take good care of yourself."
"I'll bring her to see you after your surgery and recovery."
Zhang Xiuyi just stared at him, her eyes unblinking.
"You're not lying to me?"
"Of course not." Yan Jin's answer was quick and firm.
He stood up and tucked the blanket around her.
"Please get some rest. If you need anything, please let Assistant Yao know. Don't hesitate to ask."
Zhang Xiuyi nodded and smiled at him.
"Alright, Mr. Yan, take care."
After leaving the ward, Yan Jin went to the doctor's office to confirm Zhang Xiuyi's treatment plan.
Then, they took a private plane directly back to Qingcheng.
In the afternoon, the promotional activities for "Blazing Red Makeup" were an unprecedented success, and the show became incredibly popular.
Tang Xiaoya is undoubtedly a queen of traffic, but she was absent due to illness.
To appease the fans, the marketing department released the full version of the War Drum Dance. She leaped onto the drum, and her graceful dance moves amazed the audience, instantly winning the heart of the king.
"Red makeup flies up to the golden drum, sword shadows shake the red sunset; "Red makeup flies up to the golden drum, sword shadows shake the evening glow;
In an instant, a thousand mountains bowed their heads; your eyes pierced through nine layers of curtains.
The beautiful scene captivated everyone's attention.
When Yan Jin saw this part on the plane, she was deeply moved.
He never knew she danced so well. At that moment, he felt like a king sitting on a dragon throne, willing to offer his kingdom as a dowry.
The entire internet is talking about this show; it occupied eight of the top ten trending topics, and the servers crashed several times.
On the other side, Yan Chen sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his luxury apartment, swirling the whiskey in his glass, the amber liquid reflecting the dazzling city lights outside.
The phone screen was filled with discussions about Tang Xiaoya.
A hint of tenderness appeared in his cold eyes as his fingers flew across the screen.
Then, click "Sent by official Weibo account".
Ten seconds later.
The new topic immediately jumped to the top of the trending searches, followed by a dark red "hot" sign.
#Yan Chen will propose to Tang Xiaoya#
The network crashed instantly.
The movie star has made his move. It seems this isn't just a publicity stunt; their Chen-gege has genuinely fallen in love with Tang Xiaoya.
Fans were devastated; their idol was about to be taken away by Tang Xiaoya.
Fans of Sega and Kaka started arguing in the comments, with Sega accusing Kaka of trying to gain attention and create hype.
Three hours later,
Yan Jin rushed in, his body radiating coldness. His eyes were bloodshot. He rushed up to Yan Chen and grabbed him by the collar.
The fabric made a tearing sound as it struggled to withstand the strain.
"What do you want to do!"
Yan Jin's voice suppressed a raging fire.
"You want the whole world to know about this? To know that something happened to Xiaoya?"
Yan Chen let him hold him, only lazily raising his eyelids, his eyes full of provocation.
He shoved Yan Jin away abruptly.
"No matter where she is, whether she is alive or dead, I will never give up on her."
He straightened his disheveled collar and approached Yan Jin step by step, exuding an aura of dominance.
"Since you don't want her, then I'll make her rightfully mine."
He stared into Yan Jin's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Yan Jin, why didn't you cherish her? Do you regret it now?"
Yan Jin's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged.
He looked at the man in front of him who was somewhat similar to him, yet completely different, and his chest heaved violently.
"Yan Chen, stop using her for publicity. She needs peace and quiet."
"Don't disturb her."
"Yan Jin, do you understand love?" Yan Chen suddenly asked.
"Do you know the pain of loss? Even if she is a wandering ghost now, I still hope she has a place to belong and that she can be given a proper status."
Yan Chen's eyes were terribly red. He had been living like a zombie for the past few days, which was why he had this idea.
"If you act recklessly, I will do anything to ruin your reputation."
His warning was chilling.
"Don't make a move on her."
...
Nan Family Manor.
The atmosphere in the large living room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
All the personnel sent out have returned.
Nothing was gained.
Nan Wan sat on the sofa, her once bright face now completely bloodless. She stared at the empty floor, her eyes frighteningly red.
for a long time.
She finally spoke, her voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Bring everyone back."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Qingning, who was standing to the side, could no longer hold back her tears and they streamed down her face.
"She'll be alright, Xiaoya won't die!"
She cried, her hands tightly protecting her swollen belly.
"It's all my fault for not being able to gather energy right now. Otherwise, I could go to the bottom of the sea to collect energy and track down her whereabouts..."
"It has to wait until the baby is born..."
Huo Shenyuan pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back, his eyes filled with the same deep worry.
He offered words of comfort in a low voice.
"Don't rush."
"Xiaoya will be blessed with good fortune."
...
On the hill behind the small fishing village, the salty sea breeze blew in through the windows, carrying a fishy smell.
Tang Xiaoya's eyelids twitched.
Two words were clashing repeatedly in my mind.
Banquet.
"Yan Jin..." she called out subconsciously, then suddenly opened her eyes.
The roof was made of dark wood, and two faces, one old and one young, were squeezed into her field of vision, their expressions filled with excitement.
"She's awake! Second Grandpa, she's awake!" The young girl's voice was crisp and clear.
Tang Xiaoya's pupils contracted, and she instinctively wanted to back away.
Where is this?
who are they?
She opened her mouth, but her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, and she couldn't utter a single word.
"Sister, do you remember what happened?" The girl leaned closer; she had round, bright eyes like a deer.
"You fell into the sea, and we pulled you back! You're really amazing, surviving after being in the sea for so long!"
Tang Xiaoya looked past her and at the old man beside her.
The old man was wearing a gray cloth jacket, his face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were very calm.
Tang Xiaoya tried hard to search her mind, but it was empty, as if someone had erased it clean.
She shook her head slowly, the movement causing a dull ache in the back of her head.
The girl panicked and turned around to tug at the old man's sleeve.
"Second Grandpa, what's wrong with her? Could she have lost her mind and her memory? Is this a TV drama plot coming true?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Second Grandfather glared at her, but his tone was not harsh.
He held up two rough fingers and waved them in front of her eyes.
"Girl, can you keep up with my fingers?"
Tang Xiaoya's eyes followed his hand and moved slightly.
The second grandfather withdrew his hand and explained to the girl, "There's a blood clot in her brain that's pressing down on her, so she can't remember things for the time being. It's not a big problem. I'll give her a few acupuncture treatments every day, and after a few days the blood clot will dissipate on its own, and she'll remember everything."
The girl visibly relaxed, but her heart immediately tightened again. She lowered her voice and whispered, "Then... what about the baby in her belly? Did it survive?"
Baby?
Tang Xiaoya subconsciously reached out and covered her flat stomach.
Are there children here?
"It's alright for now," the second grandfather said calmly.
The girl patted her chest, then pointed to Tang Xiaoya's face, her expression conflicted like a steamed bun. "What about her face? It's all disfigured... Can it be treated?"
"Use medication to nourish the body, apply it externally. It will take at least three months to recover."
"That's great! As long as everyone's alright!" The girl's happiness came quickly. She moved her face closer to Tang Xiaoya and grinned, "Sister, do you know your name?"
Tang Xiaoya looked at her blankly and shook her head again.
“My name is Wen Youyou, and this is my second grandfather.” Wen Youyou pointed to herself. “I heard you calling out two words repeatedly when you were asleep, ‘Yan Jin,’ ‘Yan Jin.’”
Her eyes lit up, and she had an idea.
"How about I call you Sister Yan Jin for now? We can change it back later when you remember!"
Yan Jin.
The two words rolled around on the tip of her tongue.
It felt both strange and familiar.
It was her only obsession while she was in a coma.
"Mmm." She finally uttered the first syllable, her voice hoarse.
"I...I'm hungry," she said again.
Wen Youyou was stunned for a moment, then almost jumped up with joy.
"Oh dear! What a forgetful me! I completely forgot you were hungry!" She slapped her thigh, turned around, and ran outside. "I'll go cook you some porridge! Wait for me!"
He rushed out the door like a gust of wind.
"Great! This woman has come back to life!"
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