Chapter 52
Wen Zhenni habitually read through fans' comments. When she saw Ciheng's reply, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing.
Can you do whatever you want without showing your face?
"What are you looking at, ma'am? You look so happy."
Aunt Liu smiled widely, carrying a bowl of soup. She came over, took a good look at her complexion, and asked softly, "Is your stomach still hurting? My husband said my wife's period is early and she's having some cramps, so I made this Four-Ingredient Pork Rib Soup."
In the morning, Ciheng saw that she looked unwell, so she called Aunt Liu to cook dinner for her.
Wen Zhenni shook her head: "Much better now."
Aunt Liu poured her a bowl and said, "Even if you don't feel bad, drink a little. It's good for your health. Let's just treat it as maintenance."
Wen Zhenni smiled as she held the bowl in her palm and sipped it. "Thank you, Aunt Liu."
"Why are you thanking me? It was all my husband's orders." Aunt Liu's eyes were full of smiles. "Don't be fooled by my husband's tough words. When it comes to thoughtfulness, there are really few men who can compare to him."
Wen Zhenni accepted all the praises of Ciheng and said with a smile, "Thank him too."
It might not be easy to get Ciheng to say sweet things, but when it comes to things, he really does it. He's not someone who says one thing and does another, or just makes empty promises.
Thinking of this, she gave that reply a big thumbs up.
Then, I sent him a message asking when he would return to Tianhai.
The other side replied immediately: [The day you finished filming. ]
However, it will take several days before the filming is completed.
Wen Zhenni suddenly dropped her head, a hint of disappointment in her tone: "Okay, you have to keep your word."
The drama "Exclusive Heartbeat" is reported to have only 20 episodes, with a short script, and is expected to end in late August.
However, Ciheng's work schedule was tight, especially with events and meetings in North City, which took ten days or half a month to complete. Wen Zhenni was worried that he wouldn't be able to return.
She couldn't share the workload with him, so all she could do was not disturb him, allowing him to focus on company matters. This way, he might be able to come back earlier, at least in time for the crew's wrap-up.
Wen Zhenni put aside the depression in her heart, turned off the screen, and enjoyed the dinner carefully prepared by Aunt Liu.
Then wash up and go to bed.
I close my eyes and open them again, and it's time to go to work again.
There is no holiday to rest, and time flies by as I go out early and come back late every day.
In a blink of an eye, Yu Lanfei finished filming and left the crew. The rich second generation who pursued him in various ways also stopped coming, and everyone's ears were quiet again.
In the blink of an eye, it was the crew's wrap day.
When the clapperboard sounded for the last shot, the whole audience burst into applause. Everyone cheered and congratulated the successful completion.
Wen Zhenni hadn't come out of the plot yet, and stood there in a daze. It was as if in just a few dozen days, she had really gone through the heroine's life, and then suddenly been torn away from her life.
It was not until someone handed her two bouquets of flowers that she took the bouquets with tears of joy, hugged the director to express her gratitude, hugged the staff one by one, and finally it was the turn of the male lead Qiu Sicheng.
"Congratulations to our leading actress on finishing filming."
Qiu Sicheng opened his arms and hugged her gently, rubbed her head, and said in a very destructive way: "Let's continue to work together in the next play."
"Let's not do it anymore." Wen Zhenni pretended to be annoyed and said, "You've been on the crew for several months. Aren't you tired of it?"
"I don't mind it." Qiu Sicheng put his hands on his hips and said in a good mood, "Every time I see someone unhappy, I feel particularly happy."
Wen Zhenni glared at him: "You are not allowed to bully my husband."
"What do you mean I'm bullying him? He has a better mouth than anyone else, and he's not a weak, helpless little white flower."
After Qiu Sicheng finished his rebuttal, he glanced around the crowd and asked, "By the way, where is he? Didn't he come?"
"Beicheng is on a business trip."
Wen Zhenni handed the flowers to Chengzi and took her cell phone.
The dialog box is still the chat history from a few days ago.
Qiu Sicheng saw her frown and knew whose news she was looking for: "Waiting for him?"
Wen Zhenni pursed her lips and said nothing.
You agreed to come back today. Why promised to do it if you can't do it?
I was already feeling a little empty, and when Qiu Sicheng exposed it, the pent-up resentment came out.
"Just looking around." She exited the app and decisively turned off her phone. "I'm having fun tonight, so I'm going to eat as much as I can."
The crew is going to have a dinner later, and the director is already asking everyone to pack up.
Wen Zhenni didn't say much to Qiu Sicheng. She came out of the set accompanied by her entourage and went to meet the fans who participated in the support event.
Then, there was a dinner that lasted nearly two hours.
During the time we spent together, we had already forged a deep bond. We all knew it might be difficult to reunite with the original cast, so amidst the laughter and joy, there was a touch of reluctance.
Wen Zhenni is the darling of the crew. She can always liven up the atmosphere quickly and have a few drinks with anyone.
She can drink quite well. Even though everyone else was tipsy, she still held the microphone with a smile on her face and sang a song for everyone with clear pronunciation.
The chorus of the song has a line:
"Meteors fall to Earth, the moon stirs up the tides, blue whales return to the deep sea, and I run passionately towards you."
This song "Running Towards You Passionately" is her representative work.
In the year I got married, I composed the music and lyrics myself and polished them over and over again for several months to complete them.
At that time, she had already left the campus, still young and immature, full of enthusiasm, and every word she said was filled with the most sincere emotion.
Straightforward, pure, cautious, and cherished.
What I sang at that time was a vague emotion, which I seemed to understand but not quite.
What is being sung now seems to be about desire and greed, the greedy desire to create more ties.
After the song was finished, Wen Zhenni smiled and took her bow amid cheers.
No one noticed her lowering her eyes for a moment, her eyes filled with loneliness.
"I don't know why, but every time I hear you sing this song, I feel like you're singing it for your lover."
After the show, Chengzi helped Wen Zhenni downstairs and couldn't help but talk about her feelings, "But today I feel like I've been heartbroken. Sister, are you in a bad mood?"
"No way."
Wen Zhenni's eyes had lost their luster, and her voice was lazy. "The first major drama I've played the leading role in has successfully concluded. I'm so excited."
The nanny car was parked on the side of the road. Orange walked quickly forward and skillfully opened the door.
She bent down, holding her skirt and preparing to get into the car, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Wen Zhenni."
Wen Zhenni looked up, her expression stunned.
The Bentley Mulsanne parked silently a few steps away, and Ciheng stood in front of the car.
He was wearing a black shirt today, and his slender figure almost blended into the night. Only the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose reflected the light under the lamp.
"What's with that expression? Don't you believe I'll come back?"
Oh, you still know to come back.
The corners of Wen Zhenni's mouth, which had been pouting just now, now rose uncontrollably.
She was such a loser. He smiled and she surrendered. This time, she had to be reserved in what she said and couldn't rush over with such passion like before.
"Mr. Ci, are you done with your work?" Wen Zhenni stood where she was, with no intention of going over.
Seeing this, Ciheng hooked his index finger. It was a gesture of great control and arrogance, and he did it naturally and persuasively.
Wen Zhenni had been so confused by this before that she didn't know which way was which.
She stared at him, pretending not to understand: "What?"
"I asked you to come here." The deep voice penetrated the night and hit her heart, which began to beat wildly.
Let the past be the past, and treat her as something like a cat or a dog?
"I'm not a dog. If you call me, I'll come right over."
Ciheng didn't force it. He stretched out his long legs and came in front of her in a few big strides.
As the figure approached, he bent his index finger and pushed it upwards, pushing his silver-rimmed glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, and his eyes fell on her face.
"What are you doing?" Wen Zhenni was not prepared at all for being so close to him.
"Since you don't come, I have to come." The man explained seriously, his hand already grasped her wrist, causing her to stagger forward a step.
Before Wen Zhenni could react, she was taken to the front of the car and stuffed directly into the back seat of the Bentley.
Ci Heng came in right after her, looked at her from the side, and smelled the alcohol on her: "Are you drunk?"
"No." Wen Zhenni was very sober and gestured at him with her fingers, "One, two, three, four, five... Do you think I'm counting correctly? Let me tell you, I have the best alcohol tolerance in the entertainment industry. No one can drink more than me."
Ci Heng noticed that she was in a bad mood and couldn't help but laugh: "At least you made it in time, why are you not happy?"
Wen Zhenni grabbed his left hand and flipped over the mechanical watch on his wrist: "President Ci Da, it's already past midnight, okay?"
Ciheng didn't argue. Instead, he clasped her fingers and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, I didn't arrange my time well. The meeting was too rushed."
"...Oh." Actually, he could have just told her in advance. It wouldn't be too late to reply tomorrow. She wasn't the kind of person who was pretentious and unreasonable.
"So are we going straight home now?"
She is so easy to forgive. As long as you apologize to her and are willing to coax her, all the unpleasantness can be forgotten immediately.
Ciheng stroked her fingertips, a smile on his lips: "Go to the tarmac, fly directly to Tafra Island for vacation tonight."
"Ah!" Is the itinerary so rushed?
Suddenly telling her that he wanted to go on a trip with her, Wen Zhenni was a little overwhelmed: "But I haven't had time to communicate with Sister Qin yet."
Ci Heng held her fingertips and placed them on his lap, then said calmly, "It's confirmed. There will be a Mid-Autumn Festival Gala recording in mid-September during the next week. I've asked Lin Nuo to coordinate with your agency, so there won't be any conflicts in schedule."
This is a spontaneous trip.
Everything has been arranged. Should she praise him for being thoughtful and not having to worry about anything, or should she say that he is so overbearing that he wants to take care of everything himself?
Wen Zhenni was confused, and she still felt a sense of unreality and trance until she got on the plane.
The Dassault Falcon she was riding in was the Ci family's private jet. The interior had been renovated and the decoration was simpler than before, but it was also more spacious. It also had the added use of AI intelligence, making long-distance flights much more comfortable and convenient.
Although she said she was going on vacation, Ciheng got down to work as soon as she boarded the plane, and used all her free time to deal with company news.
The plane had a luxurious master bedroom, and Wen Zhenni didn't want to sleep, so she quietly sat in the guest seat and watched a TV show to pass the time. The flight attendant considerately brought her a glass of warm milk, which she drank while leisurely eating some cut fruit.
"Do you want to eat watermelon?" He didn't have time and his hands were busy, so Wen Zhenni simply fed the fruit to his mouth.
She was worried that he had bad habits and didn't want to interrupt his train of thought, so she added, "You don't have to say anything, I'll just feed you."
Most of the entourage on the plane were seeing Tzu-Heng on a business trip with his wife for the first time. They were already curious, and when they saw that she dared to disturb Tzu-Heng while she was working, they couldn't help but look at her twice.
Wen Zhenni didn't care about those looks. She stubbornly forked the watermelon and insisted that he eat it: "Open your mouth."
The subordinates were all watching, so Ciheng could only hold her hand and bow her head.
After she finished eating, he looked up from his computer and stared at her. "I'll be meeting Mr. Hawthorne after we land, and there's a business dinner tonight. It'll take almost ten hours to get to Taraf. You'd better go to bed now, or you won't be able to sleep after you get off the plane."
Wen Zhenni just sat there, her fingertips poking at the screen boredly. She looked across at him and only then noticed the bloodshot under his eyes. "What about you? Don't you need a rest?"
Lu Fangyang, who was sitting next to him, saw that this was a rare opportunity and stepped forward to advise, "Boss Ci, all the information is ready. You should go and rest. After all, you've been working non-stop for over 20 hours."
"More than twenty hours!" Wen Zhenni breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.
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The author has something to say: I still have 60,000 manuscripts left, and there are still a few important plots to write, but I have tenosynovitis and I feel numb.
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