I missed the eagle and caught the bird...
As soon as the person touched Wen Zichuan's shoulder, his wrist was suddenly grabbed: "Ah! It hurts!"
Wen Zichuan turned over and sat up, and found that the person who came was not Wei Jing, but a boy about the same age as Xu Jiaxuan.
"It's you?!" The boy's eyes were wide open, as black and beautiful as loquat seeds.
"Teacher Wei?" Wen Zichuan felt dizzy and searched his memory for a long time before recognizing him. "Why are you here?"
"I also want to ask, why are you here?" Wei Xiaoming pulled out his wrist and sat next to him.
Wen Zichuan rubbed his temples. The young male protagonist he had previously voiced was played by the teacher Wei in front of him.
When dubbing for film and television dramas, the images need to be played synchronously to facilitate lip-syncing, so it was not surprising that he knew Wei Xiaoming. He just didn't expect that Wei Xiaoming also knew him.
Wei Xiaoming and Wei Jing both have the surname Wei, so are they related?
"Oh—I see!" Wei Xiaoming smiled, his dimples forming. "My godfather is treating us today, and he's treating you too, right?"
Wen Zichuan didn't want to explain the twists and turns to a half-grown child, so he said casually, "I guess so."
"Let me make you some sobering tea," Wei Xiaoming said, jumping out of bed. He walked across the room with familiarity, took out a tea bag from the drawer under the Guanyin statue, and said to him as he brewed the tea. "Are you waiting for my godfather? You look drunk. Can't we talk about it tomorrow when you wake up?"
"Mr. Wei is your godfather?" Wen Zichuan was afraid that he had heard it wrong.
"Yeah." Wei Xiaoming handed him the sobering tea.
Wen Zichuan looked around and found that in addition to the bed, there were all kinds of furniture such as desks, sofas, coffee tables, storage cabinets, etc. There was also a kitchen and bathroom in the adjacent compartment. The area looked larger than a two-bedroom apartment.
This is Wei Jing's residence.
"What about your godfather?" Wen Zichuan asked.
"He went out for something and probably won't be back for a while." Wei Xiaoming was a little confused. "Didn't my godfather bring you here? Didn't he tell you?"
Now it was Wen Zichuan's turn to be confused.
President Jin brought him over, President Chen was responsible for persuading people to drink, and President Wei arranged for someone to take him to the room. Even if he was a "prey" being surrounded, he should have met the "hunter". Why did President Wei disappear at the critical moment?
If Wei Xiaoming hadn't come, he would have just left so openly, wouldn't that have been an escape?
What’s the point of going through so much trouble with this plan?
"Hey, sobering tea is very effective. Drink it quickly, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow." Wei Xiaoming saw him sitting motionless in a daze and thought he was drunk and his mind was not very clear.
Wen Zichuan hesitated for a moment, then drank the tea in the cup: "Teacher Wei, I have something to ask you."
"Ask me? Go ahead." Wei Xiaoming took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Wen Zichuan thought that if he faced Wei Jing, the probability of him being able to trick him and then get away with it was not high, but now that it was Wei Xiaoming, things became simpler.
"Mr. Wei is your godfather, so you are also an artist of Xingyu Feiyu, right?"
"Of course. But I was abroad for the first few years and just came back."
"Then do you know that there's a singer named Liu Shixing in Xingyu Feiyu?"
"I know, but he's going to terminate his contract soon."
"Terminate the contract? Change jobs?"
"He signed a bet with his godfather, but he didn't complete it and owed the company 10 million. His godfather said he couldn't leave until he paid the money back. He must be trying to raise the money recently."
Owes 10 million in debt.
Forget about ten million or five million. Even if he were asked to pay back the fifty thousand he owed Cheng Sizhou, he would still be a long way off.
It seems that Liu Shixing is not in the same class as them. So what is his intention in coming to them? Is it just because he can't forget his old love?
"So he came to Dengyuan to raise money?"
"I don't know either. I heard he has friends in Dengyuan. Maybe they can help him?"
Deng Yuan's friend? Cheng Sizhou?
With the salary that Dengbo pays him every month, it would probably take him ten lifetimes to save up 10 million. Liu Shixing’s friend shouldn’t be referring to him, right?
"By the way, Xingyu Feiyu is also in the imperial capital. Why are you all coming to Dengyuan?"
"Xingyu Feiyu also has a branch in Dengyuan, and I go to school in Dengyuan. My godfather can take time off to visit me, so he can just run back and forth."
Wen Zichuan nodded. He had misunderstood this point. Liu Shixing came to Dengyuan to raise money, while Mr. Wei came to visit Wei Xiaoming.
Maybe Brother Ji’s friend is right. With Mr. Wei’s status and position, how could he truly like Liu Shixing?
Although ten million is a lot, it is just a drop in the bucket for Wei Jing. If he really likes her, he should pay off his debt and not let him terminate the contract and leave Xingyu Feiyu.
"I'm telling you," Wei Xiaoming suddenly became serious, "if you meet my godfather, don't mention Liu Shixing in front of him. He has already expressly forbade me from having any contact with Liu Shixing."
"Why?"
"My godfather didn't tell me, but I asked around. He used to sing in a bar and knew a lot of... well, those kind of hooligans. Maybe my godfather was afraid I'd learn bad habits."
So that's how it is. It seems that President Wei cares quite a lot about Wei Xiaoming.
Wen Zichuan breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was the effect of the sobering tea, the numbness in his body subsided a lot. He put on his shoes and stood up, feeling that he could hold on and take a taxi home.
Wei Xiaoming saw that he was about to leave and said hurriedly, "How about I ask when Godfather will be back? You're his guest, you should at least say hello before you leave."
"Do you think I'm Mr. Wei's guest?"
Wen Zichuan looked at him. Wei Xiaoming was young, but he had been following President Wei for quite some time. He was lying in President Wei's bed late at night. Could it be that in his eyes, he was just an ordinary "guest"?
Wei Xiaoming bit his lip and said, "My godfather really admires you. He said your lines are much better than mine."
Wen Zichuan smiled softly: "Then thank him for me, I'll be leaving first."
"Teacher Wen, you also work at Dengyuan, right? Can we exchange contact information?"
"You're already a big star, so just don't look down on me as a voice actor."
"No, no, what big star? I'm still young. My godfather always tells me I'm not good at this or that and asks me to learn more from you."
Wen Zichuan was speechless. He wanted Wei Xiaoming to learn from him. What was he supposed to learn? How to break a dollar into two?
The two added each other on WeChat and saved each other's phone numbers. Wen Zichuan didn't stay any longer and walked out through the corridor.
Coincidentally, the waiter in the manor saw him coming out of Mr. Wei's room and did not stop him. Instead, he was particularly warm and polite and led the way for him, as if he was a serious guest of Mr. Wei, just like Mr. Jin and Mr. Chen.
Was he overthinking it? If he was a "guest," how could he be sent to the bed in Wei Jing's room?
It's already out, so there's no point in thinking about it anymore.
Wen Zichuan called Cheng Sizhou: "Hello, Brother Zhou."
"Zichuan!" Cheng Sizhou said in a panic, "I just arrived at Heting Manor. Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. The party's over. Are you waiting for me at the main entrance?"
"I'm coming in and will be in the parking lot soon."
"Okay, I'll meet you in the parking lot."
Wen Zichuan checked in the restroom. Heting Manor was a private estate, by appointment only, and usually only welcomed prominent figures in politics and business. Initially, he was worried that Zhou wouldn't be able to get in, so he needed to at least run to the main gate to have a chance of being rescued.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Sizhou actually came in, and I don’t know how he got through the joints.
In the parking lot of Heting Manor, a blue-black Golf looked simple yet special among the crowd of luxury cars. Cheng Sizhou stood outside the car and waved to Wen Zichuan as soon as he saw him.
Wen Zichuan walked over quickly, and before he could say anything, he was hugged tightly in his arms.
Worried about being seen, he struggled slightly: "Brother Zhou, I'm fine."
Cheng Sizhou didn't know whether he was comforting him or comforting himself, and he said "It's okay" several times.
The parking lot was dimly lit. The car window next to me slowly rolled down, and a head wearing sunglasses popped out: "I say, we haven't seen each other for just one night. Is it necessary to be so sick of each other?"
Wen Zichuan recognized the voice: "Officer Zhou?!"
Zhou Han retracted his head and pointed behind him: "Get in the car, I'll take you back to Yangliu'an."
Wen Zichuan finally knew how Cheng Sizhou got in.
"Teacher Cheng, Teacher Cheng, we're clear now." After they were seated, Zhou Han took off his sunglasses and stepped on the accelerator to drive out of Heting Manor. "Look, why are you like that Sister Zhao? No matter if there's something wrong or not, you sound the alarm first. If there's something wrong, we're the police, if there's nothing wrong, we're the driver."
"Once something happens, it will be too late." Cheng Sizhou held Wen Zichuan's hand, his expression unusually solemn.
"I've inquired about it. Although Heting Manor is a private manor, it's legal and compliant, and has a good relationship with the local streets. The occupancy information is also supervised by the police, so there's a high probability that nothing will happen."
"I also believe that with the level of public security in Dengyuan, no one will mess around here. I'm just worried that once the superiors have money and power, they will package 'coercion' as 'voluntary'. I don't want to see Zichuan like that."
Zhou Han laughed barely audibly. "Indeed, it's difficult to define whether it was coerced or voluntary."
Wen Zichuan listened to their conversation in a disjointed manner. He felt confused and his tense nerves loosened, and he could not resist the erosion of alcohol.
"Brother Zhou, I feel so uncomfortable." He murmured in a low voice.
Cheng Sizhou let him lean on his shoulder: "Do you want to vomit? Or do you want to drink water?"
Wen Zichuan shook his head weakly: "I've vomited, and I'm not thirsty. Just hug me."
Cheng Sizhou held him in his arms and placed a silent kiss on his forehead: "Brother Zhou, you saw everything tonight. Can you please keep this secret for us and don't tell anyone?"
"Okay, no problem," Zhou Han pretended to sigh, "Alas, you underestimate your brother Zhou too much. I knew it when he saved the Xu family's child!"
"Brother Zhou, I want to ask you a question."
"Just ask."
"If, and I mean if, your child chooses to be with a same-sex partner and never gets married or has children, what would you think?"
"My child? Isn't that Zhou Yitang? Look at her. Forget about being in a same-sex relationship. Even if she's with a tree or a flower, that's her freedom. I'm not surprised at all."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I saw a quote somewhere that made a lot of sense. It said a person's starting point is being their parents' child, and their end point is becoming themselves. As long as she can become whoever she wants to be, that's fine. As parents, we don't need to force anything on her, because forcing isn't love; protection is."
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