The dirty dealings of the glamorous world of fame and fortune make people tired...
Wen Zichuan also drank quite a bit tonight. Unlike other actors who were busy showing off, he needed to remain sober and restrained. Otherwise, the combination of drunkenness and stomachache would probably make him lose his composure and make a fool of himself in front of others.
Wei Xiaoming invited him to go up and sing. He just wanted to take a breath, so he took the microphone and sang the theme song of the drama in a very measured manner. At the end, he also wished the show would have high ratings after it was released. His emotional intelligence was simply too high.
"No, no, this doesn't count!" Wei Xiaoming remembered that Wen Zichuan had promised him to sing a song for him. Even though they were the two starring actors in this drama, and the song was considered to be sung for him, it still didn't feel right. "One more song! Teacher Wen, one more song!"
"One more song! One more song!" The others followed Wei Xiaoming and cheered.
"Let's sing another song," Wen Zichuan smiled handsomely, "Let's sing the theme song of 'The Myth'."
The melodious tune flowed slowly, and the noisy banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at him.
This song is actually not suitable to be sung in festive occasions, but Wen Zichuan doesn't want to care about it anymore. Too many emotions have been accumulated in his heart for a long time. He can't speak, shout or cry, so he can only relieve stress by singing.
"This pair of fingers clasps will bind me tightly for a long time."
"Wait until we meet again in the next life."
"I wish to share with you the deliverance from the bitterness of love."
“But I can’t even say I love you…”[1]
Mr. Chen praised him for the first time, and joked with Mr. Wei that he had found a treasure and could even save money on singing OSTs in the future.
Wei Jing was in a good mood. He leisurely lit a cigarette and slowly blew out a smoke ring. He looked at the stage through the smoke and said, "There are many people who can sing. The key is to be obedient."
The place was filled with noise and Wen Zichuan couldn't hear what they were saying, so he just stared at the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
The bright neon lights made his pupils clear and bright. People only looked at his eyes, but they didn't know that he was looking at the city center, where there was an old residential area called Yangliu'an.
"I'm a little drunk. I'm going to take a breath. You guys continue." Wen Zichuan patted Wei Xiaoming and went out alone.
"Don't go too far, be careful." Wei Xiaoming made a gesture to remind him to be careful of being secretly photographed.
Knowing that he cared about him, Wen Zichuan nodded and agreed.
Outside the banquet hall, there is a half-jumped terrace, which is very suitable for viewing the night view, but it has already been crowded with many people in groups of three or five.
When he was sober, Wen Zichuan could still keep convincing himself that if he wanted to make a lot of money, entertainment and socializing were indispensable; but he had already drunk the wine and sang the songs, so couldn't he have a moment of peace and quiet?
He made up his mind, turned around and went to the bathroom.
The bathroom in the luxury hotel was also incomparably exquisite. Wen Zichuan stopped in front of the glass mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. He always felt that something had changed.
It is the calculation in the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, the swollen fatigue after drinking, and the lingering smell of money after a life of luxury.
He was greedy and decadent, he was hideously ugly, he was hopeless.
"Splash" the clear water flowed out, and Wen Zichuan rubbed his face in revenge until the corners of his eyes turned red, and then he suppressed the disgust in his heart.
The cold water sobered him up. He looked up and suddenly saw in the mirror a man and a woman making out in the corner.
He turned around and saw no one behind him. He then looked at the mirror and discovered that the two people were hiding in the corner behind the wall. They didn't even realize that their secret love affair was exposed by a mirror.
There are many handsome men and beautiful women at the dinner table tonight. Although most of them claim to be single, who knows whether it is true or not?
Wen Zichuan didn't want to pay attention. When he wiped his face and was about to leave, he saw from the corner of his eye that the woman pushed the man, with a hint of resistance. Then her snow-white arms dropped down, and she almost had to rely on the man to support her waist to barely stand.
Didn't she do it voluntarily?
Wen Zichuan didn't have the habit of meddling in other people's affairs, but he was particularly aware that the entertainment industry was full of good and bad people, and there were many people like him who were helpless.
"Cough, cough, cough!" He pretended to cough, moved a few steps and adjusted the angle, and the two people reflected in the mirror became clearer.
The man was disturbed by the coughing and stopped moving for a moment, then he clamped the woman more unscrupulously, making it difficult for her to move.
The woman's mouth seemed to be covered. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted, she suddenly broke free and yelled hysterically: "Get out!"
Wen Zichuan suddenly looked over. Isn't that Mu Qi's voice?!
In his opinion, Mu Qi's juggling between Quan Zong and President Jin for money was not very noble, but she was already the boss's wife for the second time. Could it be that President Jin asked her to be with another man... ?
But she was forced to do it. If I just sit back and do nothing, I would be nothing like a man.
"Hey, godfather, I brought the stuff. Yes, Mr. Jin gave it to his girlfriend for safekeeping," he said, switching to a crisper voice that sounded a bit like Wei Xiaoming. "Well, I made an appointment with her. I'll go back as soon as I see her... Hey, no need to send the bodyguards over. It would be so troublesome!"
Wen Zichuan made an impossible "phone call" in a serious manner, raising his voice to ensure that the two people could hear it.
Sure enough, in less than a minute, the man came out from behind the wall, quickly straightened his torn suit, and went back to the banquet hall.
Wen Zichuan met him briefly and felt that he looked somewhat familiar, but he probably didn't know him.
At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the wall and pulled him in!
In the dark corner, a beam of yellow light slanted down. Mu Qi was wearing a suspender, but it was torn loosely. If she hadn't squatted and hugged herself tightly, it would have barely covered the skin on her key parts.
"I'll go find you a coat." Wen Zichuan felt sorry for her and couldn't bear to leave.
"No need." Mu Qi stopped him, "You must be laughing at me in your heart, Wen Zichuan."
"Laughing at you?" Although he was saving people, Wen Zichuan's tone was not kind.
"At the beginning, I advised you to be a man of insight and leave Yaya's Whispering, join the Second Voice, and then use the Second Voice's momentum to connect with President Wei. In fact, I was not only trying to convince you, but also to give myself a way out."
"So, did you succeed?" Wen Zichuan finally understood what it meant to be both pitiful and hateful.
Mu Qi seemed to have lost all his strength and sat dejectedly against the wall, not caring about being seen or his remaining dignity.
A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and fell into the dust in the corner.
She tilted her head, her eyes empty, as if she had let go of everything: "I failed, so I'm leaving."
"Leave?" Wen Zichuan didn't understand. It took her several years to transform from a babbling proprietress to a proprietress with a second voice. If she just left, wouldn't it be a waste of her business?
"Back then, my dad was diagnosed with ALS. All our family savings were spent on his treatment. During the most difficult time, it was Mr. Jin who sent a full million yuan and saved my dad's life." Mu Qi couldn't bear to recall the past. After a few more words, his voice became hoarse again. "I'm very grateful to him, but gratitude doesn't mean love. He asked me to be his girlfriend, but I refused."
She couldn't refuse Kim Ki-duk who had done her a favor, but chose another rich second-generation man, Jeon Ki-duk, who pursued her.
At that time, Kim Ki-duk sent her flowers, but what he got was the news that she was with Jeon Ki-duk.
Kim Ki-duk once thought that this was just a misunderstanding caused by the similarity of names. When he finally learned the truth, jealousy and hatred had already burned the relationship between him and Mu Qi beyond recognition.
"So you treat them..." Wen Zichuan had already guessed that this was not a betrayal, but that Mu Qi was always sober and had never loved any of them.
"I've had a good life for a few years, and then all I have left are these dirty deals." Mu Qi stood up, shielding her chest with her arms. She had obviously been drunk quite a bit tonight. Not only was her face flushed, but a hint of self-deprecation played on her delicate lips. "If you ask me, you're even better than Kim Ki-duk. Mr. Wei, who he can't even get, is using real money to support you. How many people would beg for this, even if they couldn't."
"It's just luck, that's all."
"I knew from your babbling that you were aloof and looked down on people like us. But I advise you that you can't have it all. You have to think clearly about what you want most. As for the rest, they are insignificant."
Mu Qi's words are almost the last advice of a person who has returned empty-handed, and it has a certain meaning of "when a dying man is about to die, his words are good."
Wen Zichuan had thought about what the real entertainment industry was like, but he was well protected by Wei Jing and Xingyu Feiyu and was not exposed to too many dark things.
But to say that I'm lucky is just a perfunctory statement.
If you are lucky, you won't be tricked into taking on huge debts, then be tricked into falling into someone else's bed, and then step into this filthy quagmire.
"Where are you going after this?"
"Maybe, go back home, get married and have kids."
"Can Mr. Jin let you go?"
"My father is gone, and I have nothing to worry about. If he forces me, the worst that can happen is that I die."
Wen Zichuan smiled and said with contempt: "I didn't laugh at you just now, but now, I really think you..."
"You think I'm cheap and cowardly?" Mu Qi also laughed, but his laugh was bitter.
The word "coward" was like pressing a switch, causing Wen Zichuan to swallow back the rest of his words.
In fact, he had no right to comment on Mu Qi's experience, nor could he make decisions for her, so he didn't need to be too demanding of others. He had to be indestructible at all times, otherwise he would be cowardly and timid, and should be blamed and ridiculed.
Everyone living in this world has their own difficulties and difficulties. Different personalities and circumstances will guide people in different directions.
"Why don't you go to Xueqiao and do live broadcasts? Are you interested?" Wen Zichuan pondered for a while before asking this question.
"Do a live broadcast?" Mu Qi frowned.
"I'll recommend someone to you." Wen Zichuan opened his phone and looked through his address book. "You know this person. He's Chen Junmeng, who signed with me at Second Tone last year."
"Him? He switched to live streaming?"
"He prefers live streaming to dubbing, right? After leaving Second Voice, he joined a company in Xueqiao that specializes in incubating live streamers. I've seen Xingyu Feiyu's business plan, and President Wei plans to collaborate with them," Wen Zichuan had heard from his babbling that Mu Qi's makeup skills were excellent, and that being able to do beauty live streaming would be even better than what he has now. "If you can join them, President Jin will be cautious and won't make things too difficult for you."
Mu Qi held the phone, still with a look of disbelief: "Why...are you helping me?"
Wen Zichuan smiled but didn't answer. As he turned to leave, he said, "I'll ask the waiter to bring you a coat."
"Wen Zichuan!" Mu Qi came back to his senses and suddenly called out to him, "The man just now was called Shi Wenhui, Shi Wenyao's brother. He's just like President Jin, someone who would even send his own brother to bed with someone else. You...be careful."
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Author's comments: [1] Lyrics of the theme song of "Beautiful Myth", written by Wang Zhongyan and Yan Dandan
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