Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Every nobody dreams of achieving fame and fortune, and longs for those moments of being proven wrong. Those who once looked down on him should be groveling and kneeling in gratitude when he returns home in glory.
The person kneeling is, of course, someone of high status and great wealth. Not some biological individual. The body is fragile, but power is immense; people need to borrow a bit of influence to appear stronger.
The rules of society are simple and naked, unlike the innocent dreams of the ivory tower.
He had been baptized, struggled and fought, and had also been tainted with many other things.
Last night, if she had answered that she regretted it, his vanity would have been slightly satisfied, but then he would have felt bored.
She answered that she didn't regret it. At that moment, Ye Chuyang suddenly felt it was necessary to play a little game.
A very simple fishing game.
He wanted her to say it herself: "Sigh, Ye Chuyang, I regret it. What should I do? We've wasted so much time."
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"Did you sleep well last night, Dr. Shen?" His handsome face smiled warmly at her, and he winked, raised his eyebrows, and tilted his head slightly, his eyes looking a little... flirtatious.
The so-called "showing off" is inconsistent with someone's consistently low-key personality, and it really feels like an assembly line operation.
The human face has 43 muscles that can combine to create over 10,000 different expressions. And you know what? When he first started learning acting, he studied that seriously. He even imitated clips of handsome actors from the film industry for a while.
Normally? Normally he doesn't need to act cool; just a nod or a wave is enough to make the fans scream.
Shen Qingyuan froze for ten seconds, as if she had just seen Medusa, the Gorgon, before finally saying, "Uh... it's alright."
Why is he acting so strangely today? What's wrong with him?
Just then, Xiao Chao called Shen Qingyuan aside and took out two boxes of chocolates. "Sister Shen, these are gifts from the advertisers. Here, have one."
Shen Qingyuan glanced at the packaging.
She loved this brand of chocolate during her student days. Shen Qingyuan took it and said thank you.
Xiao Chao added in a low voice, "Brother Yang said he would only give you one box, it's not like he doesn't have any extras, he's so stingy."
Shen Qingyuan drank more than half a bottle of champagne last night, so it's really hard to complain about the boss being stingy.
“But…” Xiao Chao lowered his voice and looked around, “Sister Chen, do you still remember that bet we made?”
Shen Qingyuan remembered about Ye Chuyang and Ning Xin's relationship and nodded.
"I'm starting to get a clue!" Xiao Chao said excitedly. "Today, Brother Yang asked me to send a gift to a friend. Everyone else got chocolates, but Ning Xin's was different. Can you guess what Brother Yang asked me to send her?"
Shen Qingyuan blinked, seeing Xiao Chao so excited, it must be some kind of token of love.
He didn't even wait for Shen Qingyuan to guess before he eagerly leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Face mask! Yang-ge became the spokesperson for a high-end face mask brand at the end of last year. It's quite expensive!"
? ? ?
Well, after all, only Miss Ning's gift was different.
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As they were talking, the car arrived, and the group escorted Ye Chuyang as they set off. Shen Qingyuan also had to come along so she could give Ye Chuyang physical therapy during the rest stop.
Filming in downtown Dongyang was indeed more convenient than flying to Jicheng. In less than an hour, the group was inside the studio.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the director began discussing filming ideas with Ye Chuyang. Although the plan had been finalized long ago, adjustments still needed to be made based on the environment on set. Especially now that he was injured, there were some actions Ye Chuyang couldn't perform.
Seeing that there was nothing for her to do, Shen Qingyuan went to the lounge to relax.
Luckily, I brought my laptop, so I could go online and look up information.
Regularly reading the latest papers in medical journals is a habit she has developed over the years. In the past, when she was busy with work, she would squeeze in reading them during her mealtimes.
During her six months in Chenyang, Shen Qingyuan suddenly found herself with plenty of free time, which she could have had to do. However, she discovered that she couldn't.
Most of the time, when she starts writing papers related to orthopedics, her train of thought gets stuck. Her mind wanders to all sorts of things, and she just can't concentrate. It's like she has some kind of reading disorder.
At that time, she felt something was wrong with her, and of course she felt something was wrong.
There's not much we can do; we can only hope that time will solve the problem.
Shen Qingyuan opened an electronic document, and one of the papers had a title that interested her. Before she knew it, she had read half of it. When she came to her senses, she suddenly realized that this time she couldn't hold back her thoughts.
The surroundings were noisy: a dozen people were working in the adjacent photography studio, there was the clanging of metal equipment, noisy voices, and music coming from the speakers.
She suppressed her joy; a long-lost connection made her so excited she wanted to shout.
Worried that this long-lost focus and immersion might slip away, Shen Qingyuan rubbed her hands together, scrolled through the mouse, and continued reading the second half of the paper.
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Before they knew it, it was lunchtime. The spokesperson was tired, and the director yelled "cut."
There were no chairs in the studio, so the advertising company and the shooting team each had a boxed lunch and mostly sat on the floor.
Of course, it's different for celebrities. No matter how difficult the conditions are, they have a rest room to relax.
"Brother Liao, here's your boxed lunch."
As soon as Ye Chuyang arrived at the entrance of the lounge, a staff member came over to deliver a boxed lunch, all smiles and bowing obsequiously.
While other staff members ate regular boxed lunches, Ye Chuyang's lunch was much more luxurious. It included fish, shrimp, beef, several kinds of vegetables and fruits, a balanced meal of meat and vegetables.
Film crews are like a microcosm of society, with clear distinctions between different social classes. Ye Chuyang has been in the industry for eight years, starting as an extra in his sophomore year of college, and has seen it all before.
"Thanks, bro."
Liao Ge is known in the industry for his kindness.
"Brother Liao, I'm a fan of yours, I've been a fan for many years, can I take a picture with you?"
Generally speaking, Ye Chuyang would agree to such requests from staff.
People were coming and going in the corridor. Ye Chuyang opened the door to the lounge. "No problem, come in!"
As they spoke, the two entered Ye Chuyang's private lounge.
Ye Chuyang walked ahead and, upon entering the lounge, saw someone sprawled on the sofa, fast asleep. It was none other than Shen Qingyuan.
While others are busy with their own affairs, she's here enjoying a peaceful retreat.
Ye Chuyang couldn't help but chuckle. Back in his student days, he'd never seen Shen Qingyuan dozing off at his desk. Now it seemed the roles were reversed; he was the energetic top student, and Shen Qingyuan was the sleepy boy he used to be.
The sofa was a bit close to the air conditioner vent, so Ye Chuyang walked over and draped a suit jacket over her arm.
It was a very simple thing, and he did it very naturally, but it seemed somewhat surprising to others.
...This is incredibly courteous to scholars!
Also, who is that woman on the sofa? Could she be Su Liao's girlfriend?
"Come on, brother, didn't you want to take a picture with me?" Ye Chuyang whispered.
The staff member was flattered and agreed, and hearing his soft voice, he unconsciously lowered his own voice as well.
The two people faced the camera, adjusted their angles, and prepared to take a picture. A corner of the sofa was captured in the viewfinder.
Ye Chuyang smiled, raised her hand, made a peace sign, and covered up that corner.
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Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, supporting his back, Ye Chuyang opened his lunchbox lid and began to eat slowly.
He tried his best to remain quiet so as not to disturb someone's sleep. He was practically moved by his own actions, muttering to himself, "Wow, where can you find a boss like me?"
She probably drank too much last night and hasn't recovered by today. I should have known better than to let her come.
Dr. Shen, you seem to be trying to cheat and cheat.
But he was magnanimous and didn't hold it against him. After all, it was his own choice, so what could he do but pamper him like a pet?
...It feels like I'm reliving the feeling of raising a dog back in the day.
It's said that having a pet can improve your mood, and it's true. Ye Chuyang had a dog for a while, a very affectionate Golden Retriever. However, she was busy filming for several months and couldn't take care of it. She had to bring it home for her parents to look after.
Watching it wag its tail, run over and rub against your legs, enthusiastically sticking out its tongue to lick you. Just looking at it and touching it brings pure joy.
A rather peculiar link...
The first time someone ever got drunk was with him. Thinking about this, Ye Chuyang unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, his eyes darting around.
A moment later, Xiao Chao burst through the door, carrying two boxed lunches and several bottles of water. "Brother Yang—"
Ye Chuyang made a shushing gesture and pointed to the person on the sofa.
Xiao Chao tiptoed in, placed the lunchbox on the table, and whispered, "They said someone has already delivered your lunchbox." He glanced at Ye Chuyang's lunchbox and realized it was true.
"Sister Shen is sleeping soundly," Xiao Chao glanced at the sofa. Shen Qingyuan was tall and had long arms and legs; a double sofa could barely accommodate her. "Should we wake her up for dinner?"
What do you think?
"Never mind."
There's no time when we can't eat, and it's not like we're going through a difficult period. Modern people still value sleep more.
Perhaps swayed by the aroma of the boxed lunch, Shen Qingyuan woke up after a short while.
He was covered with someone's clothes, but she didn't remember covering herself with clothes before going to sleep. The clothes were a suit. Xiao Chao didn't wear those kinds of clothes. Shen Qingyuan's gaze fell on Ye Chuyang's back; it could only be him.
"Whose clothes are these? Thanks."
Shen Qingyuan lifted her clothes, straightened them, and draped them over the sofa armrest. Her waist-length hair was loose over her shoulders, a little messy from sleeping. She ran her fingers through it a few times, then took out a simple hair tie from her pocket and tied it into a low ponytail.
Female doctors rarely have their hair down; they usually tie it up for convenience while working.
"Is dinner served?"
Sure enough, after a good night's sleep, you get hungry very easily. Shen Qingyuan leaned over and opened her own lunchbox.
The standard employee meal consisted of two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, but the amount of meat was nowhere near what Ye Chuyang received. Shen Qingyuan glanced at it, somewhat speechless. What era are we living in? Why are they still creating this kind of class antagonism?
Ye Chuyang: "Xiao Chao, go ask if there are any better meal options available."
Xiao Chao laughed: "I asked, and they said it was a fixed number and it's already been distributed."
Shen Qingyuan rolled her eyes. "I thought that when one person attains enlightenment, all their relatives and friends benefit as well."
Xiao Chao: "Hehe. Perhaps I haven't attained enough enlightenment yet. Brother Yang still needs to work harder."
The chicken and the dog exchanged a knowing glance and smiled knowingly. Shen Qingyuan broke open her chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
Ye Chuyang: Should I leave?
When Shen Qingyuan lowered her head, Ye Chuyang noticed the plaster on the back of her neck. "What happened to your neck?"
I had a slight stiff neck this morning, but it's mostly gone now. I wonder if it's thanks to the amazing effects of the medicated plaster.
She said "Oh," and added, "I have a bit of a stiff neck. The plaster Miss Ning gave you last time worked quite well. I consulted a friend who studies Traditional Chinese Medicine, and the herbs are all for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
Both theory and practice have verified that the plaster is effective. No one is more rigorous than Dr. Shen.
The person in question hummed indifferently, "Then you can keep it."
Ye Chuyang picked up a piece of broccoli with her chopsticks and ate it.
Whether he was prejudiced against traditional Chinese medicine or what, Shen Qingyuan was too lazy to argue. She figured if he wanted to keep it, so be it. It was a free benefit, after all. That ointment seemed quite expensive, too.
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