Please let me, a dog relying on its master's power, have a moment of weakness.
"I had Sister Qiao pack a separate box of warm clothes for you, so if anyone bullies you when you get to the group..."
Sitting in the car, watching his wife intently replying to work messages, her eyes glued to her phone, Jin Yanzhi suddenly felt a pang of reluctance, like sending a child to school. The first week of their marriage had gone by so quickly; in the blink of an eye, his wife would be joining a film crew.
"Don't worry, who would dare to mess with our CEO Jin's wife?"
Besides, I'm just a screenwriter, I don't act, so how could they possibly bully me? Break into the bathroom in the middle of the night to peep at me while I'm showering?
The woman who put down her phone turned her head to look at her rambling husband beside her. His handsome profile was visibly flushing red. They both knew that the joke was about the panicked farce on their wedding night.
Although Mr. Kim stubbornly stood in the dark bathroom for a long time and refused to leave, he still couldn't persuade the bride, who refused to come out of the water, and reluctantly withdrew.
In the following days, both of them were extremely busy, and the groom even had to go on two business trips. There were no more intimate moments like that, and it's unknown whether he ever regretted not seizing the opportunity that day.
The journey to the filming location wasn't far, and for the rest of the time, they both looked out the window in silence. The little dog, held tightly in her husband's arms, seemed unaware that it was about to become a crucial part of the tug-of-war in her parents' relationship.
"This hotel looks quite nice. Why don't we let Laicai stay with me? It's been with me since it was a puppy..."
After putting her luggage in the room, Lin Zhen'er began to fight for custody of her dog son. Before they left, the tall and burly groom had come up with several flimsy excuses: he was afraid of the dark, the house was too big, and he needed Lai Cai to guard him at night. The hotel environment wasn't good, and the puppy wouldn't be used to it and would easily get sick, but she still couldn't bear to be separated from the puppy.
“That won’t do. We’ve already developed feelings for each other. If you get busy and leave early and come home late, our child will suffer.”
The man hugged the puppy tightly, gazing down at its dark face, even puckering up to kiss it twice, a strange flush of infatuation rising on his cheeks. He couldn't leave the dog here; otherwise, what excuse would he have for visiting the set for the next few days?
If he claimed that Laicai missed his mother, he could have come here every few days. But if he went back alone, he would have to rack his brains to come back. Besides... although he thought the fat dog was a bit ugly when he first saw it, now that it had been part of the family for a few days, he found that ball of flesh to be exceptionally cute.
Unfortunately, the production team moved at a very fast pace. Just as they settled their luggage, before they could even try to negotiate further, the newly appointed screenwriter received a call about a meeting in an hour. Knowing that this was the only S-level production she had ever worked on, and seemingly understanding her workload, the screenwriter offered to go downstairs for a bowl of noodles and then head back.
After the steaming bowl of ramen arrived, Mr. Jin, dressed in a suit and tie, held Lai Cai in one arm and used his other hand to pick out the meager amount of beef from the bowl for his wife. The guy who was engrossed in eating his noodles wasn't exactly thin, but for some reason, he always seemed worried that she was hungry.
"Take care of yourself. Bring the puppy to see me when you have time these next few days."
If you're not too busy then, you can stay for a couple of days before leaving..."
After getting out of the car, Lin Zhen'er patted the fluffy head in her husband's hand, then turned around and gave a few more words of advice to President Jin, who was looking at her with reluctance, before closing the door and walking towards the conference room.
Although they hadn't known each other for very long, they sometimes acted like an old married couple. She tightened her cloak, reminded herself several times to prioritize her career, and managed to refrain from turning around.
The production team for this drama is top-notch; from the director to the producer, they are all renowned experts in the industry. They held meetings until late at night, filling several pages with notes. Before, at her company, she could only watch others sit and listen in such meetings from the outside; she never imagined she would be sitting at the table herself.
"Screenwriter Lin, it's so late, why don't we all grab something to eat before heading back to the hotel?"
Hearing the meeting adjourn, Lin Zhen'er, who was burying her things, looked up again to find a tall boy standing in front of her, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons as he smiled, his white teeth gleaming as he looked at her. She recognized him; he was the male lead in the new drama.
Everyone in the meeting room was starving, and quite a few people responded to the suggestion, chatting and laughing as they walked out in twos and threes towards the door. Remembering it was their first day on set and not wanting to dampen their spirits, the new screenwriter, Lin, could only nod in agreement.
The restaurant where the gathering was held wasn't far from the hotel; it was a hot pot restaurant that looked like it had been around for a while. Everyone except her seemed to be a regular customer, ordering food and pouring drinks with practiced ease. The young man who was the main guest, however, took special care of her, bringing her the so-called secret dipping sauce and then sitting down to her right.
She was preoccupied with her dog and husband, but couldn't show it, so she started looking at the people at the table to distract herself.
The female lead of this drama is currently at the peak of her career and won't be able to arrive from another film crew until tomorrow morning. The only people sitting at the table besides the second male and third female leads she doesn't recognize are the handsome faces that frequently appear in luxury brand advertisements.
"I heard from my assistant this afternoon that screenwriter Lin is from Xijiang? Sister, isn't that a coincidence? We're from the same place. I went to No. 2 Middle School, and then transferred to Pingyang for high school."
The people at the table chatted amongst themselves, while the various ingredients in the pot began to bubble and simmer. Lin Zhen'er was a little unsure how to handle the situation. After exchanging a few pleasantries, she buried her head in her food. The boy next to her seemed to notice her embarrassment and struck up a conversation.
The Second Middle School was where my mother taught, so this boy must have been an ordinary student who later switched to art. However, even though I had managed to get into the Jin family, in that old-fashioned teacher's eyes, it wasn't something to be proud of, so it was best not to discuss it further.
Thinking this, she nodded, gave a polite smile, and prepared to brush it off. The person sitting next to her seemed to realize that she hadn't started the conversation well, but still chuckled a few times and didn't force the conversation any further.
Just as he was wondering how to reply, engrossed in chewing his tofu puff, his phone screen lit up. He answered the video call, and on the other end were Jin Yanzhi and Lai Cai's faces pressed close together.
"Doggy said he misses you... I also want to ask how you are over there..."
The soft lighting across the street illuminated the luxurious wallpaper, creating a stark contrast with the dilapidated street in front of the hot pot restaurant.
Wrapped comfortably in his father's strong arms and in a silk duvet cover, Lai Cai, with his eyes half-closed, clearly wasn't thinking much about himself. However, his grumpy face, which showed a slight frown upon discovering she wasn't in the hotel, suggested he was genuinely not used to being alone in his newlywed life.
"It's good. The meeting went on a bit late today, so I'm going out for hot pot with everyone before heading back."
You can't get angry with your sugar daddy, even if he's your legal husband.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhen'er felt a surge of enthusiasm as she looked at the obviously unhappy, cold face. She explained to the other person with a smile, then raised her phone and pointed it at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant. After giving a detailed report, she inquired about whether the father and son who stayed at home had eaten dinner and what they had eaten.
Only after Mr. Jin had fully accepted all the concern and they had chatted for what seemed like forever did she reluctantly hang up the phone. She then breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back and check if everyone had finished eating and if they could head back to the hotel.
"Sister, they just finished eating and went back through the back door. We're staying at the same hotel, so I'll give you a ride home."
The table, which had been bustling just moments before, now only had that young man sitting there, guarding his bag, remaining at the neatly tidied table. "What a handsome face," Lin Zhen'er thought to herself, gazing at his habitually smiling lips.
This place is in the middle of nowhere, and it's not easy to get a taxi. Thinking of this, the person who nodded picked up his bag and followed the boy out.
She never expected that even though she sat in the back, she still couldn't escape the paparazzi cameras lurking by the roadside on this short journey. She almost became the new headline-grabbing female protagonist in the entertainment industry.
The driver was a smooth talker, praising Lin Zhen'er to the skies while complaining about his own difficult situation. Although he was doing very well in the fashion industry, he hadn't had a decent new drama in a long time.
Seeing that the screenwriter sitting in the back row remained silent, she subtly raised her concerns about the male lead's somewhat unlikable character design.
The young actors these days are much more straightforward than she was when she was younger. She coldly observed the people outside the window and listened to the young man emphasizing that any sacrifice he made for the role was reasonable, while also expressing his fear of being criticized and attacked. In the end, he kept saying that he hoped the script could be drastically changed to suit his interests, which made her somewhat impatient.
Fortunately, the car stopped downstairs quickly. After exchanging a few polite words, she got out of the car and rushed into the elevator.
Although Jin Yanzhi was a bit crazy, he had never been so blinded by self-interest and put on such a show. Back in his room, he changed into the same pajamas as the domineering CEO in the video, snuggled into the covers, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
However, what woke her again was not the alarm clock she had set in advance. It was her husband, who had just left her yesterday. It was still dark outside the window. Thinking she was sleepwalking, she was shaken awake and then tried to close her eyes, fall back, and go back to sleep.
"Lin Zhen'er, wake up! You almost made it to the trending topics, you know that?"
This line didn't sound like something out of a dream; the anger in the tone was surprisingly realistic. Thinking this, Lin, the screenwriter who had been forcing herself to start filming, shook her head vigorously and finally opened her eyes with difficulty, looking at the face that was even uglier than the one at the beginning of last night's video.
She didn't know why President Jin, who was still in Pingyang before going to bed, had barged into her hotel room in the middle of the night.
She didn't know why the other person was so angry. All she knew was that she was very sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep, but there seemed to be something extraordinary on the screen of the phone the other person handed her, so she had to stare at it intently.
The husband's phone remained in a WeChat chat window, where several photos sent by the other party had a clear price tag below them: two million.
The person in the photo was herself, the one who had video-called her last night. Although the image quality was poor at night, it was clear enough that the young male actor was carrying her bag and leading her to the car. The two got into the car one after the other, and it did look somewhat ambiguous. What's worse, there was no one else in the photo.
"No... Listen to me, after I hung up the phone last night, everyone from the film crew had left, and it's hard to get a taxi in that area, so he offered to give me a ride!"
She was awake, fully awake now. The woman, who had been half-asleep just moments before, suddenly sat bolt upright in bed. Mr. Jin, who had rushed over, looked at her shocked and aggrieved face and felt both annoyed and amused.
He knew, of course, that there was nothing between them; someone had already explained the situation in detail on the way here. But seeing these photos on his phone still made him unable to suppress his jealousy and possessiveness, so he hurriedly got up and rushed to the film set.
His fear that his newlywed wife might be reckless and impulsive, causing even greater trouble for the group and himself, was just an excuse. What he feared most was that this woman who had married into the Jin family in a flash would actually fall in love with that currently popular "model face"—bah, what a "little puppy"—all trash.
"I've already taken care of it. Can you accept the idea of changing the actor for this drama?"
This is the real President Jin, the President Jin who commands respect and whose worth is immeasurable. Looking at her husband's aggressive face, Lin Zhen'er suddenly realized that, apart from her, everyone else usually only saw this side of the man in front of them—the extremely intimidating side.
She swallowed hard, blinked ingratiatingly, and answered decisively:
"Of course! You can act in it too!"
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