Kang Mucheng sat in his huge office, staring out the window in a trance.

The brilliant sunset glow shone in through the French windows, outlining a rare and magnificent sunset in the city center.

Jinwu is a company with more than 30 years of history. Since President Kang started the business from scratch, it has occupied half of the publishing industry and established countless connections in the literary and art circles.

But times are changing, and if old companies do not keep up with the changes, they will inevitably be abandoned.

In recent years, adapting literary works into film and television has become a trend, and there are many successful works at home and abroad. Although publishing houses can make a lot of profits from it, and some cruel companies even swallow all the copyright fees, for Kang Mucheng, this is obviously not enough.

Publishing companies hold copyrights, so why should they let others eat meat while they drink soup?

Investing is of course the easiest, and no one would think too much money is not enough. However, a person like Kang Mucheng would obviously not be satisfied with being just an investor.

Jinwu is a group company, which currently has several major departments, including the traditional publishing department, the publicity and marketing department, the copyright management department, and the newly established film and television media department. Each department has one or more subsidiaries. The

film and television media department is directly in charge of Kang Mucheng, who has invested in several TV series and web series, some of which have made money, some have lost money, and some have been neither good nor bad. He has also gained some experience.

After the situation opened up, he was no longer satisfied with small fights, and has been thinking about doing something big. Having

dinner with Qiu Lin of Brilliant Media was of course not a meal, but a way for the two sides to get in touch and see if there is any opportunity for cooperation.

This is certainly a good invitation, but the problem is that Kang Mucheng doesn't want Jian Jing to worry about it.

He, like his mother, is the kind of person who has no artistic talent but can appreciate and discover the talents of others.

Among all the people he signed, he cares most about Jian Jing.

On the one hand, it is because she is pure enough. Others are smarter and more sophisticated than her. Only she is like a blank sheet of paper, beautiful and fragile. Both her parents have passed away and she has suffered a tragic experience. Sympathy and pity make him care about her. On the other hand, her talent makes him ambitious.

His mother, President Kang, has made the greatest achievement in her decades of work by signing a young man who no one is optimistic about against all odds.

Twenty years later, this person won the Nobel Prize.

They are still good friends today and have been working together without any conflicts.

Kang Mucheng also has similar expectations for simplicity and tranquility.

Their relationship is like that of a gardener and the flowers he cultivates. What amazes the world is the beauty of the blooming flowers, but the sense of accomplishment belongs to him who silently nurtures them behind the scenes.

But since she was rescued from a suicide attempt half a year ago, many things have changed unconsciously.

He tried to adapt, but he also had some concerns.

Kang Mucheng held the Montblanc fountain pen, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses and put the cap on the pen.

"Go and order some food that girls like to eat for me, and have it delivered within 20 minutes." He said to the secretary.

The Jinwu Building is located in the center of the CBD. There are many well-known stores nearby, but the lines are always very long, and whether you can buy it depends on luck.

But the secretary agreed immediately: "Okay, Mr. Kang."

Kang Mucheng didn't care how she did it. Anyway, twenty minutes later, he had put two bags full of fresh food on the passenger seat.

He made a call, but the customer service responded that the call could not be connected.

Kang Mucheng frowned and stepped on the accelerator.

Jian Jing's home has upgraded the security system, and fingerprint and facial recognition passwords are required to enter. If a second person is detected, the mode will be upgraded immediately.

Kang Mucheng entered his personal information and opened the door smoothly.

He opened his mouth to call her name, but because of the terrible worry that seemed to be there and not there in his heart, his mouth was tightly closed again.

There was no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen, and no one in the study.

Kang Mucheng's heart began to beat heavily, like a drum hammering on his chest, and it actually hurt a little.

He calmed himself and carefully pushed open the bedroom door.

At first glance, he saw the mobile phone on the bed.

He paused slightly, not catching any unusual sounds, and then walked over to pick up the phone.

The moment his fingers touched the phone, his back suddenly felt cold, and he almost instinctively dodged to the side. However, a slender white leg swept over as if he hadn't known, and he stumbled directly.

Kang Mucheng half-hidden and half-rolled and sat on the wool carpet beside the bed in an unprecedented wolf-like posture. His elbow hit the bedside table with a dull sound, and it was very painful.

Without waiting for him to climb up from the bed, she pressed her knees against his abdomen, pinning him to the ground.

Tick-tock, the cool water drops fell on his face.

Kang Mucheng looked up, and was met with Jian Jing's extremely shocked expression.

And the surprise on his face was definitely no less than hers.

The air froze, and the strange and awkward silence was like an invisible rope, strangling her throat.

Jian Jing was full of curiosity. She couldn't figure out, what was Kang Mucheng's purpose in secretly appearing in her bedroom at this time? He knew that he had already returned home, so he couldn't be here to steal things.

Once the thoughts diverge, they can't be taken back, and the actions are inevitably stagnant.

And Kang Mucheng was left with embarrassment.

"You," he didn't dare to move, and his tone was unusually hesitant, "can you get up first?"

Jian Jing then let go of him and went straight to the point: "Mr. Kang, what were you doing sneaking into my room?"

Kang Mucheng stood up and tried his best to stay calm: "If you don't answer the phone, I'll come and see."

"If I don't answer the phone, you'll come and see?" She became even more suspicious.

Kang Mucheng realized the loophole and said quickly: "I brought you some food. It's past five o'clock. Go to bed now. Aren't you hungry at night?"

He turned and went out to take out the snacks in the thermos bag: "Eat something before going to bed."

Jian Jing didn't want to sleep, but she perfunctorily said to him, and she was even more sleepy at this moment: "Are you here to bring me food?"

"I didn't make it clear before." Kang Mucheng sighed and said seriously, "Jingjing, I don't want you to worry about these, you just need to concentrate on your creation."

He knew that Jian Jing introduced Qiu Lin to him to help him. However, the reason why writers need agents is to save the mind of dealing with the secular world.

The world is busy and wastes ambition. He had met too many lost writers and witnessed their spiritual aura being eroded bit by bit by the secular world, until they could no longer write the same words as they did in the past.

Maintaining the original intention is easier said than done.

Kang Mucheng cannot guarantee that everyone can do so, but he hopes Jian Jing can do it.

"Jingjing, my value lies in solving all the problems in reality for you, so that you can persist in creating the works you like." He looked into her eyes, "Do you believe me?"

"Of course." She replied.

"Then we have reached a consensus." Kang Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In the future, you don't need to spend time and energy to get to know those people, just leave it to me."

Jian Jing was puzzled: "Otherwise, why did I ask you to have that meal?"

Kang Mucheng looked at her.

She also looked at him.

After a long time, Kang Mucheng slowly said: "Why did she invite you to dinner?"

He originally thought that this meal was because she happened to meet a famous agent on the set and tried to get to know him. Now listening to her voice, it seems that it is not the case.

Jian Jing: "..." She let it slip.

"Well, I helped Jiang Baiyan and she returned the favor." She said lightly.

Kang Mucheng was suspicious: "What did you help him with? Jiang Baiyan is such a smart person, why would he need your help?"

"That's the fact." She shrugged.

Kang Mucheng frowned: "Jingjing."

"OK," Jian Jing made a gesture of surrender, "He met a crazy fan, and I helped him find the person and sent him to the police station, it's that simple."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Kang Mucheng relaxed a little, thinking that she was not set up. However, he soon realized something was wrong: "Such a coincidence?"

Jian Jing: "There is no coincidence in the world."

He was skeptical, but couldn't help but said, "It's too dangerous. When the fans of a little star go crazy, you don't know what they can do. This is the negligence of their agency, you shouldn't take the risk."

"She's just an ordinary girl, she was subdued in an instant." Jian Jing accidentally gave an example to convince him, "After all, Mr. Kang, you are so short, didn't I just..."

Kang Mucheng's face froze.

He looked unhappy, and Jian Jing couldn't help but feel uneasy: "Just now, was I... did you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I'm fine." He interrupted her quickly.

But Jian Jing's extraordinary observation noticed that he moved his elbow slightly.

"Mr. Kang." She became persistent, "Show me your hand."

He waved his hand: "I'm fine."

"I know how to use my strength." Jian Jing rummaged through the boxes and found the home medical kit, "Show me your hand."

Kang Mucheng stood there for a while, and finally retreated, took off his outer suit jacket, unbuttoned the vintage movement cufflinks of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.

A third of the way down the joint, there was an obvious bruise.

Jian Jing took out the plaster and carefully applied it to his wound, saying with guilt: "I didn't know who it was, so I used a little force. Does it hurt?"

"Don't blame you." Kang Mucheng said calmly, "I came here without saying hello."

He was also a little curious: "When did you learn this?"

"I've been learning it for a few months." Jian Jing's answer was half true and half false.

Kang Mucheng was silent for a while, then nodded and said: "Okay."

He was hiding something from her. Jian Jing's intuition told her so, she concentrated on thinking, but she said: "Speaking of which, Jiang Baiyan's fan is quite scary. Being an idol is really a dangerous industry."

Without waiting for Kang Mucheng to teach her, she suddenly changed the subject: "The fan who sent me flowers at that time also looks very similar."

She said, her eyes fixed on his face.

Kang Mucheng's eyes flashed with worry, but soon, he replied: "I will definitely strengthen security for the next book signing. It's true that you usually mind your own business."

He avoided her temptation.

"All crimes escalate slowly." Jian Jing said, "Before, they sent me flowers, but next time they may not show up at the book signing. Maybe they will come to my house - Mr. Kang, you are also worried about this."

Kang Mucheng was startled and looked up at her in surprise. Jian Jing

said slowly: "Otherwise, why are you so anxious to enter my room?"

She said she was sleeping, so it was normal for her not to answer the phone. However, with Kang Mucheng's style of doing things, how could he go straight into her bedroom without knocking?

Unless he thought there was no need to knock on the door, or the knocking on the door would alarm something.

"Your door is not closed." Kang Mucheng said

calmly, "I pushed it and it opened." Jian Jing: "I closed it."

"It's not closed." He took the initiative, "Why, I didn't knock on the door, you are angry with me?"

He refused to say.

Why?

Jian Jing frowned.

"Okay, Qiu Lin, I will meet you." Kang Mucheng seemed to be afraid of being questioned again, so he left. "You should rest, remember to eat something and sleep well."

He picked up his coat and strode away.