Chapter 112 Are you kidding me?
[Don't worry, host, I'm here...]
Are you alright?
The cold, mechanical sound and Ding Shaoqi's voice rang in Zhong Wan's ears one after the other.
Zhong Wan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He watched helplessly as the illusory figure vanished instantly, as if injured by something, the moment it touched Ding Shaoqi's body.
The immediate crisis has been... resolved?
Yes, host, because he also possesses merit.
Merit?
Zhong Wan lowered her eyes, softly murmuring the word in her heart.
"Mr. Zhong?"
Ding Shaoqi looked at the woman standing there, stunned, and noticed her pale face. He asked with some concern, "Are you alright?"
His voice interrupted Zhong Wan's thoughts.
Zhong Wan snapped out of her daze, looked at the keys he handed her, and took them: "Thank you, I'm fine."
Her voice was very soft, but Ding Shaoqi, with his keen ears, caught the weakness hidden beneath the calm.
But seeing her calm eyes, he swallowed the words he was about to say.
He followed Zhong Wan inside.
Standing at the shop entrance, looking at the shelves inside, and then at Zhong Wan standing at the cashier, she asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Um... where is the paper money?"
Zhong Wan was taken aback by his words, but understood when she heard his next sentence.
"It wouldn't be right to visit the seniors empty-handed."
Ding Shaoqi smiled somewhat awkwardly, and after seeing Zhong Wan point him in the right direction, he quickly walked over.
I walked up to the shelf, and without even looking, hurriedly grabbed a bunch of things.
Ding Shaoqi quickly carried the items back to the front desk and put them down: "That's all. Please settle the bill, Mr. Zhong."
Zhong Wan picked up the bag and put the items inside. Without calculating the price in detail, she glanced at it, estimated a rough price, and said, "40."
"Okay, scan the code."
"this."
Zhong Wan pointed to the QR code on the table and gestured to him.
Scan the code to pay, then see the customer off.
Take care.
Zhong Wan stood at the door watching him carry his things down the steps, turn around, and walk up the mountain. Only then did she close the door, take out the brazier, and light the drawing paper.
The lighter's flame ignited the edge of the drawing paper first; the pristine white paper instantly curled and turned black.
The orange-red halo surged wildly upwards along the drawing paper, rapidly engulfing the lines on it.
Zhong Wan let go, allowing the drawing paper to fall into the fire pit and burn.
The warm yet pungent smell of fireworks wafted towards us.
The fire was burning rapidly and fiercely, but it vanished in an instant, turning into ashes.
A few golden starlight points rose from within, slowly drifting upwards.
[Ding! Merit energy fluctuations detected, initiating extraction and recycling...]
Extraction successful.
[Host's current merit points: 0.5.]
[Your merit points are no longer zero. Please rest well and take good care of your health.]
A smile flickered in Zhong Wan's eyes upon hearing this, and she softly thanked her, "Thank you."
This time the system didn't reply, but Zhong Wan instantly felt relieved.
She slowly got up, went upstairs to tidy up, and then collapsed onto the bed, feeling her eyelids heavy and her whole body sore.
After glancing at the still unresponsive phone,
She reached out and picked it up, opened the chat window with Lin Yan'an, looked at the message she had sent not long ago, and then checked the time on her phone.
It's almost seven o'clock.
It was seven o'clock in the evening in August, and it wasn't dark outside yet.
Zhong Wan didn't want him to worry about her while he was away, but she was also afraid she wouldn't see his messages later.
She lowered her eyes, thought for a moment, and then typed a few words and sent them: "I'm sleepy and already asleep. Don't worry if I don't reply."
Her finger hovered over the phone screen, and after a moment's hesitation, she added, "My period started, I've taken my medication."
Great, this time there shouldn't be any problems.
After all, he had seen how miserable she looked after her period started.
And if nothing unexpected happens, her period should arrive in the next couple of days.
I wonder if things will go smoothly on his end...
Zhong Wan put down her phone, closed her eyes, turned over, and was just about to go to sleep.
I immediately sensed a warm current flowing through my body...
Her eyes widened instantly, and she stood up to look in disbelief.
Seeing the bloodstain on her underwear, Zhong Wan was speechless.
How could she not know she had the potential to jinx things...?
Zhong Wan sighed heavily, and, dragging her weary body, got up to tidy up.
Changing clothes, doing laundry, going to the toilet.
After she finished packing, another half hour passed.
Feeling a slight swelling in her abdomen, Zhong Wan finally took the painkiller.
When she lay down on the bed again, she felt as if she had just closed her eyes and fallen asleep without even realizing it.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened completely.
At the same time, Lin Yan'an's flight landed smoothly.
He reached up and picked up the jacket hanging on the bulkhead, intending to put his phone in his pocket, but his fingers unexpectedly touched a small, furry, warm thing.
This familiar feeling...
He was surprised, and carefully opened the pocket. Inside, Zhong Suisui was curled up like a ball of fur, fast asleep, her little belly rising and falling with her breath.
A smile unconsciously crept onto Lin Yan'an's lips as he lightly tapped its head with his index finger.
"You little rascal, your actions speak louder than your words,"
He muttered to himself, carefully draped his coat over his arm, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and then turned and walked out.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he heard a familiar voice. Lin Yan'an stopped and turned his head to look.
"Mr. Lin, over here."
Assistant Cheng Yanzhou quickly stepped forward, his expression solemn: "President Lin."
"How's the situation?" Lin Yan'an asked as he strode out.
"President Pei has woken up. The doctor said it was mainly due to overwork and irregular eating habits, but..."
Cheng Yanzhou lowered his voice and continued, "There's some trouble with the production team. Brother Zhou said that the on-set screenwriter, Teacher Li, officially submitted his resignation and left this morning."
Hearing this, Lin Yan'an paused, her brows furrowing. She got into the car and sat down, asking in bewilderment, "It's been over a month of filming, hasn't it? The on-set scriptwriter quit halfway through?! Are you kidding me?"
"I'm not kidding,"
Sitting in the driver's seat, Liu Hua turned around with a wry smile and explained, "Over the past month, President Pei and Teacher Li have had increasingly bigger disagreements on the core plot of the script, making it almost impossible for them to communicate."
"President Pei felt something was wrong, while Teacher Li thought President Pei wasn't respecting the creative process. Yesterday, the two had another big argument, and Teacher Li quit on the spot. Then President Pei..."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an couldn't help but sigh heavily, and looked at Liu Hua, saying in a deep voice, "Drive, let's go to the hospital first."
"Okay, Mr. Lin."
Lin Yan'an couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his temples. As a director of the company, how could he not know about this script? Moreover, he was the head screenwriter of this production team.
They finalized the script together, so how could Pei Xubai overturn it during filming?
He understood Teacher Li's anger; it wasn't just a simple act of giving up, but a fundamental conflict between the two of them regarding artistic creation.
But he couldn't understand Pei Xubai's meaning right now, so he could only wait until he met him to figure it out.
In the hospital ward,
Pei Xubai lay on the hospital bed, his face slightly pale. Looking at his brother-in-law, who had a cold expression, he sighed and said, "Yan An, thank you for your hard work. I'm fine here, but the film crew can't wait."
"You might not believe it, but during the filming of this movie, I always felt a voice in my ear telling me that my acting was wrong. In countless midnight dreams, I would dream that this voice was scolding me, criticizing my acting skills, and criticizing our script."
“I’ve communicated with Mr. Li several times during filming, but each time it wasn’t satisfactory. Mr. Li has his insistence, and I have mine. The only solution now is…”
Pei Xubai looked intently at Lin Yan'an and said, "You are the chief screenwriter. You understand the soul of this story best. The script must be drastically revised, or even completely rewritten."
"Let's... start over, please."
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