Chapter 48 "You're Too Capable"
The vacation that Yu Jianshan had given her was almost over, and Wen Jia returned to the villa from the manor the next day, accompanied by Xu Shaoting.
On the train, she sent Zhang Linzhi a message:
"Sister, I'm preparing to leave Xing Shuo."
The moment the message was sent, a phone call came in bluntly.
"You're planning to leave Starshine?!"
Wen Jia calmly hummed in agreement. “Staying here won’t get you anywhere. I just checked Weibo, and Jin Yan’s side already has four or five projects announced, and that’s just for the next year, not even counting those she’s supposed to sign but hasn’t yet.” She chuckled self-deprecatingly. “It’s exactly the same trend they used to promote me. I remember not long after I joined the company, a female senior colleague terminated her contract. At that time, my former manager lied to me and said she was fired for taking on private work. Now it seems she’s probably in the same situation as me.”
This is the predetermined cycle of fate for female celebrities; everyone has to go through it. Even the most popular leading actresses and actresses today all experienced being adored and then neglected, struggling step by step to climb back into the public eye. Wen Jia is no exception. She can't rely on external forces forever; she knows perfectly well that she has to find a way out for herself.
She looked out the window, recalling the time when she first joined the company.
Old trees recede by one by one, but new trees keep appearing ahead, giving a sense of endless vitality, with new green leaves never lacking on the branches.
"How much longer do you have left on your contract with the company?" Zhang Linzhi asked on the other end of the phone.
"About six months."
"Are you really willing to part with it?" Zhang Linzhi's tone carried a hint of regret.
"You have to let go, even if you don't want to."
She couldn't stay favored forever; maintaining her position as a top star sometimes requires opportunities and luck. When Wen Jia first signed with Xing Shuo, the entire company was on the verge of collapse. As the most sought-after young actress at the time, her arrival revitalized 70% of the company's business. Now, she and Xing Shuo have mutually benefited each other, and fortunately, no one owes anyone anything, allowing her to leave without any burdens.
"So, are you planning to leave now or wait until the contract expires?"
“Let’s just wait for the contract to expire automatically,” Wen Jia sighed. “I was originally planning to pay a penalty and just walk away.”
"What? You're reluctant to spend the money?"
"No, it's only been half a year anyway. I'm afraid of being called an ingrate if I terminate the contract before the movie has even started filming. Besides, the studio is still involved in the later publicity and promotion."
Zhang Linzhi was incredulous. "So decisive? You've already found a new employer?"
"I'm going to do it myself."
Wen Jia finally put her phone away and looked at the man beside her.
She had discussed this matter with him in detail after what happened on the plane that day.
At that time, she was a little temperamental, and Xu Shaoting offered her the best possible terms to appease her.
"If you want to go it alone, I will support you, but I still hope you think it through. Running a company will definitely not be easier than working for the company you are working for now."
“I know, but I still want to try. I said, of that 100 million, after deducting the 50 million you prepaid me, there's still 50 million left. Consider it an investment in me…” Wen Jia nestled in his arms, her voice growing softer and softer, seemingly lacking confidence.
After he finished speaking, Xu Shaoting laughed and lifted her up in his arms. "No one does business like this. The contract and my investment in you are two different things. You can do it with peace of mind. I will back you up."
"What if it fails?"
"Don't think too much about it yet. I'll give you two hundred million first. Is that enough? Go and test the waters."
Wen Jia felt a sense of mission, as if a great responsibility had been bestowed upon her. "What if I squander two hundred million on you? It would probably take me three or four years of seamless filming to pay it back, not even counting interest."
"If you manage to lose everything, that's impressive. A normal person in business wouldn't have that many ways to make money and would lose 200 million. If you fail, just consider it a waste of money and start over. If you succeed, even if you only make a profit of 10,000, I will continue to invest in you, so I will also hold some shares. That's my only requirement."
Wen Jia heard his tone and heard his capitalist manner. She gave a small snort and said, "No wonder he's a businessman. He doesn't even let go of such petty profits."
Xu Shaoting glanced at her and said, "You're overthinking it, President Wen. Holding shares is just to make it easier for me to endorse you."
Having secured Xu Shaoting's investment and gained Tian Xu's backing, Wen Jia's initial plans were in place. Her only concern now was taking Yu Kaiqing with her to Zhang Linzhi. Yu Kaiqing wasn't a problem; she had signed a personal contract with Wen Jia, which bound her to Wen Jia, so she could go with her at any time. However, for Zhang Linzhi, dividing the profits wouldn't be so easy.
Wen Jia cleared her throat on the other end of the phone, "Sister, I want to continue with you."
She deliberately phrased her words tactfully, leaving the choice to the other person. But what she really wanted to say was, 'Sister, I want to take you with me.'
Zhang Linzhi understood the implication in her words, and after a few seconds of silence, said, "An Xiyue would probably be furious if he knew."
With two Buddha statues gone, will this temple still be able to thrive in the future?
“There’s nothing we can do about it. He must have thought of that too. If he wants to promote new talent, he has to give up something. Otherwise, if he gets all the benefits, how will we survive?” Wen Jia didn’t care about the consequences and extended an olive branch to her, “If we partner up, you can also hold 25% of the shares.”
This was also the result of his discussion with Xu Shaoting on the plane.
Zhang Linzhi chuckled, "The shares have already been arranged before we've even started?"
Wen Jia pursed her lips, glanced at Xu Shaoting, and looked somewhat arrogant, as if she were taking advantage of his favor.
Two hundred million? She's already quite sensible to fantasize about making money without taking out a loan. What's the point of the share arrangement?
"Besides me, who else owns the shares?"
"Me," she replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.
"...I said besides you and me."
"..."
"Xu Shaoting".
Zhang Linzhi was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Is he next to you?"
Wen Jia looked up at the man, seeking his opinion with her eyes.
He shook his head calmly.
"Not here."
After saying this, Wen Jia couldn't close her ears, so she closed her eyes and, with remarkable foresight, held her phone far away.
Sure enough, after two seconds of silence, Zhang Linzhi's shrill, explosive voice came through the microphone, "A husband-and-wife workshop?! I won't do it! I'll be a third wheel for you two?!"
Xu Shaoting smiled slightly and turned his gaze to the window.
Wen Jia chuckled, "His holding shares is just for protection; the majority is still in our hands. Why don't you... consider it?"
...
The car slowly came to a stop in front of the villa. After ten minutes, the back door was opened.
Wen Jia got out of the car alone, deliberately not letting Xu Shaoting see her off. She was afraid that if she let him into the villa, the two of them would get carried away. It didn't matter in Switzerland, but now that they were back in China, there was a living girl in the villa watching over them, which would have a bad influence.
She rushed out the door, threw down her luggage, and the first thing she did was look for Yu Kaiqing.
The two hadn't seen each other for several days, but Wen Jia didn't engage in any sentimental talk or reminiscing; instead, she went straight to the point and asked:
"Kaiqing, I'm planning to leave Xingshuo. Will you come with me?"
Yu Kaiqing looked up from her laptop screen, blinked, and said, "I will follow you to the death."
Just as the Maybach was about to start moving outside, two loud, excited laughs suddenly reached Xu Shaoting's ears through the lowered car window.
He paused slightly, then, realizing something, a hint of relief flashed across his face. Only after the laughter had completely subsided did he reluctantly roll up the car window and head towards Yunxi Technology.
Xu Shaoting had been gone for more than half a month, and the company's employees had been enjoying themselves for a few days, like carefree princes. Now, the emperor was suddenly coming to visit, and he had specifically instructed Lin Youzhe not to inform them in advance. From the front desk to the top manager's office, no one expected it.
As he stepped out of the elevator, the low murmurs of conversation at the workstations abruptly ceased, and the men all turned to look at the man who had entered.
Why do you look so refreshed after your trip to Switzerland?
No wonder he's a man who's dated female celebrities.
The girls who were gossiping in the restroom are now sending messages like crazy in their group chat:
"Could the girl who came to the company fully disguised earlier be Wen Jia?"
"Remove 'whether you will or not,' don't you even use Weibo?"
"But there's no concrete evidence. Who would believe that Chairman Xu would so openly date a female celebrity? If it weren't for the photos being released by people in Switzerland, would you even believe it?"
"If it's true, then that would be the closest I've ever been to a celebrity..."
...
Lin Youzhe followed him into the board's office. Xu Shaoting glanced at him and got down to business first, "I'll send you a copy of the contract later. Have the legal department check if there's anything we can negotiate if the contract expires and needs to be terminated. Do it as soon as possible, and get a bonus to encourage them."
Receiving no response, he looked up and saw Lin Youzhe's somewhat surprised expression. "Why are you so shocked?"
"No, no, I didn't hear you completely. I thought it was the contract between you and Miss Wen."
Xu Shaoting chuckled casually, "I'm crazy, trying to extract benefits from her."
Lin Youzhe coughed, not daring to ask any more questions. He was about to report on some important company business while Lin was away when he was interrupted.
"What are they talking about?" Xu Shaoting gestured with his chin toward the door.
"They must be talking about...you and Miss Wen."
Xu Shaoting looked down and loosened his watch, his tone devoid of emotion, "Those Swiss people, they really know how fast they can spread information."
"Should I intervene?" Lin Youzhe began to boldly speculate on the emperor's intentions.
"No need, it's not a rumor."
"What about the chairman...?" Lin Youzhe asked again, sounding more anxious than the emperor.
“He already knew, and he even came to the manor a couple of days ago.”
Lin Youzhe's gaze seemed surprised. "What do you mean?"
“He didn’t see her, so he couldn’t say anything,” he paused, then changed the subject: “It’s not that he didn’t see her at all, but not as her girlfriend.”
Lin Youzhe pursed his lips, almost afraid to think about it, and squeezed out a few words, "Lover...?"
Of all the people in the entire building, probably only he, the chief eunuch, dared to speak to Xu Shaoting like that.
Before he could receive any criticism from his boss, he heard a helpless sigh from the large office: "It's more likely that she sees me as her lover than I see her as my lover."
Lin Youzhe couldn't imagine that such words would come from Xu Shaoting's mouth, and he also couldn't imagine what other identity Xu Bozheng could have that would make him hesitant to speak, besides being a proper girlfriend or a lover.
What is that?
"secretary."
Two seconds of silence.
"If you have her, will you fire me?"
He certainly learned the art of pretending to be serious very well from Xu Shaoting.
Xu Shaoting leaned against the window, calmly sipping his tea. "Go to the personnel department yourself."
“No, Chairman Xu,” Lin Youzhe chuckled ambiguously, “Are you planning to keep Miss Wen hidden like this forever?”
“It’s not that I’m hiding her, it’s that she’s avoiding Xu Bozheng. There’s nothing I can do about it. I do want her to see him.” He recalled what she had said that night, and his eyes dimmed almost imperceptibly. “But I’ll have to bring her to meet him sooner or later.”
When Miss Wen was mentioned, Lin Youzhe was silent for a while. There was something he didn't know whether he should say or not, so he just said in a roundabout way, "There is really no need to hide it."
“What?” Xu Shaoting turned to look at him from the window, speaking in a flat tone: “The three of them came to sound you out, didn’t they?”
Lin Youzhe nodded with difficulty.
These two young masters and two young ladies are truly siblings, their questions are almost identical. During the few days Xu Shaoting was away from the country, he certainly wasn't idle; he was busy handling his love affairs.
The three of them even created a group chat, and each of them sent him a message that nearly overwhelmed him. However, he was clever enough to play dumb—
Xu Yishu took the lead: "Secretary Lin, could we exchange information?"
Lin Youzhe's defenses remained firm, and he refuted the claim, saying, "Apart from what's in the annual report, I cannot disclose any other company matters."
This message, without exception, was accompanied by three ellipses.
Xu Yitang's skill lies in persuading people: "We're just a little curious about our future sister-in-law, like when did you meet? How did you get together? How far has your relationship progressed? Can't you really tell us, please?"
Even when asked by the esteemed second young lady of the Xu family, Lin Youzhe remained unmoved: "You'll find out in time."
Xu Yancheng appeared last, putting pressure on them: "Give me a little hint, so that when Mom and Dad ask later, the three of us won't know anything."
Lin Youzhe said seriously, "Chairman Zhao should already know, and he won't make things difficult for you."
"..."
The three of them executed their tactics very well, but even so, they couldn't get anything out of Secretary Lin.
Lin Youzhe recalled and told the truth, "They asked some questions about you and Miss Wen, but I didn't give a definite answer."
“I can give it to you,” Xu Shaoting said, placing the teacup on the table. “If anyone else asks, I can give it to them.”
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To make final preparations before joining the production, Wen Jia dyed her hair back to black and secluded herself in the villa for four days, giving up all electronic devices. She would wake up and read the script, and even sleep with the script under her. She needed to get into character, find the right state of mind, and immerse herself in the role, without being bound by any other emotions. For nearly a hundred hours, she deliberately avoided contacting Xu Shaoting.
On the fifth day, He Lingyi came to the villa.
This is a tradition between the mother and daughter. Before each filming, He Lingyi would come to her place and personally pack her luggage. Especially now that it's deep winter, she's worried that Yu Kaiqing might catch a cold or get a fever, or that she might not be sleeping or eating well, so she specially teaches Yu Kaiqing some of her favorite dishes.
"I'll have someone deliver the ingredients every two or three days. They won't spoil in this weather, but they must be fresh and clean. If they're not clean, they'll get sick, especially since she's still on set. What if something happens to her... oh well, never mind, I won't say anything unlucky. Make sure the RV has proper ventilation, okay? She's exhausted from filming all day, and now she has to inhale these toxic substances..."
As He Lingyi ate rice, she earnestly gave Yu Kaiqing some advice, with a hint of melancholy as if she were entrusting her daughter's life to her.
The latter nodded vigorously.
She had heard these words countless times; she had heard them just as many times as Wen Jia had joined the production team.
"Alright, Mom, she can recite it now."
"Why do you find me annoying when I care about you?" He Lingyi paused with her chopsticks, glanced at her, and shifted the focus to her, "And you, when you're filming with your ex-boyfriend, don't make any news."
Do I look that immoral?
"You're virtuous, but he might not be. You need to keep your distance off-screen, you know? You have a boyfriend now, right? Men are very possessive in this regard."
Wen Jia looked at her amusedly, "In what way?"
He Lingyi dipped the tip of her chopsticks into the liquid in the small dish and pushed it in front of her, saying, "Are you jealous?"
Yu Kaiqing nodded frantically beside her.
“He’s not such a stingy person, Mom.”
Yu Kaiqing shook her head frantically to the side.
He Lingyi knew she had guessed correctly when she saw her nod or shake her head. "How do you know he wasn't just pretending to be generous?"
Wen Jia felt awkward and quickly put food in her mouth. "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me date? Why are you lecturing me now?"
“If you’re together, talk things out properly. I can’t exactly tell you I hope you break up, can I? What kind of wicked mother would do that?” She gave her a piece of advice: “Rich men are the hardest to please.”
Yu Kaiqing, standing beside him, didn't know whether to nod or shake her head.
He was thinking that his daughter was the one being waited on.
"By the way, does Chairman Xu know that you're acting with your ex-boyfriend?"
Wen Jia choked on her rice, and found it strangely amusing to hear He Lingyi calling her Chairman Xu. "He knows, he was the one who asked me to join this film crew."
"Huh? What do you mean? You're personally pushing me in front of my ex?"
“…No,” Wen Jia choked on her rice again, “He didn’t know that Song Yanlin was the male lead originally.”
"I knew it! I don't know which man would be so generous. If he's this generous, then he definitely doesn't like you enough."
After finishing her meal and seeing He Lingyi off, Wen Jia took a shower, listlessly nestled in bed, and finally turned on her phone to call Xu Shaoting.
"Chairman Xu," she called out to him.
"Finally decided to call me?" Xu Shaoting asked casually, a cigarette between his fingers.
"What are you doing?"
"smoke."
Why are you smoking? Is it because you miss me?
Not entirely.
Wen Jia gave a soft "Oh," and then asked, "Or were you smoking a post-coital cigarette right afterward?"
With a slight smile, she turned over in bed.
"If you're not here, who will I have sex with afterwards?" He squinted and exhaled smoke.
Wen Jia received a satisfactory answer and lowered her eyelashes, "I'm joining the crew tomorrow."
When this topic came up, her enthusiasm waned.
"Hmm." He said only one word, without adding anything else or asking any questions.
"We're going to fly to the film studio."
He replied with a flat, monosyllabic response, behaving like a boss, as if every word was worth a fortune.
"We need to leave Linzhou."
"I know."
After saying this, neither of them spoke again.
Xu Shaoting wasn't in a hurry, as if he had a firm grasp on the situation. He calmly extinguished his cigarette, draped his suit jacket over his arm, took the car keys from the butler, and got into the car.
Wen Jia felt that his coldness was very strange, so she listened carefully to the sounds from the other side and seemed to hear the sound of an engine.
Are you driving? Or are you in the car?
Her tone was clearly expectant, as if either way, she could grasp at any hope of seeing him.
No, you misheard.
Her hopes vanished in the next second, and she slumped back onto her pillow in disappointment, staring blankly and breathing quietly.
There was a long silence on both sides of the phone. They hadn't been in touch for several days, and she was holding back her words. There was so much she wanted to share with him, and the three words she most wanted to say, but she was too proud to be the one to speak first.
The atmosphere was tense, but thankfully her work call came just in time, which was a lifesaver.
"I need to take this call first. Wait for me, I have something to tell you."
Yu Jianshan's phone call lasted for more than twenty minutes, but Wen Jia didn't hear a single word. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Xu Shaoting, Xu Shaoting, Xu Shaoting, and she wished he would appear in front of her the next second.
She finally managed to hang up on the other end and quickly picked up on this call.
"Finished fighting? What were you trying to say to me just now?"
A few minutes passed, and Wen Jia could only hear Xu Shaoting's calm tone, but she couldn't see that his speed was increasing, the tires almost screeching against the asphalt. She also couldn't see him glance in the rearview mirror, suddenly turn the steering wheel, and lose count of how many times he had overtaken other cars.
“Nothing, I just wanted to ask,” she started playing with her nails, “what brand of perfume do you wear?”
"You like it?"
"I like it. I looked through all the counters last time, but I couldn't find the exact same one."
Xu Shaoting steadied the steering wheel. The night wind blew into the car, lifting the cuffs of his rolled-up shirt, revealing the clean and strong lines of his arms above the cuffs.
"It was arranged by someone."
“I want it,” she said sweetly, “I want to take it to the film set.”
Xu Shaoting paused slightly on the accelerator, and a smile finally appeared on his lips for the first time that night.
When he stepped on it again, he clearly increased the pressure.
He could tell she was missing him.
The needle on the car's dashboard started to veer rapidly to the right. Xu Shaoting deliberately avoided driving the sports car, fearing that if he accelerated, the damn engine would start and she would notice something was wrong.
The man's profile was reflected in the car window. He pondered her words, his smile widening. "What are you taking her to the film set for?"
"When I miss you, I take a sniff."
Just as he finished speaking, the Bentley stopped right in front of the villa. He had even forgotten to bring his suit jacket, and got out of the car wearing only a black shirt.
I looked up and thankfully the lights were still on.
Wen Jia's room was on the second floor, inside, so she could barely hear anything coming from downstairs. Therefore, she didn't know that Xu Shaoting had crossed the courtyard and rang her doorbell.
Yu Kaiqing saw his face clearly and called him 'Chairman Xu'.
"She's going to join the crew tomorrow, so she should be asleep by now."
"She didn't."
His collar was slightly open as he hurried up to the second floor.
Before he hung up, he put the phone back to his ear and heard her say:
“Xu Shaoting, I think I’m starting to hallucinate because I miss you so much. I feel like I can smell your perfume.”
Last time, she thought she was hallucinating, but Xu Shaoting actually flew back from Switzerland to see her. So this time, she said those words with the same hope in mind.
The next second, there was a knock on her bedroom door, and two male voices came simultaneously through the phone and the door:
"Open the door."
Wen Jia sat up, glanced vaguely at the door, and said into the phone, "It's over, it seems like I can hear your voice now."
Outside the door, Xu Shaoting smiled helplessly, hung up the phone, turned the doorknob, and unexpectedly found it unlocked.
By the time Wen Jia came to her senses, the man had already walked to the bedside and was quietly looking at her, his gaze burning, not missing an inch of her.
He hadn't seen her with black hair for a while; it was the color he had always longed for, and he couldn't get enough of looking at her.
She looked up at him for a long, long time, blinked to make sure it wasn't a hallucination, then mumbled something and buried her head in his chest.
"Missing me?"
"Mmm." She nodded obediently.
"Say it."
"I miss you."
Where do you want to go?
"I want to see you everywhere." She hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes shining. "I really wish you could appear in front of me so quickly every time I miss you."
"Is it good?" Wen Jia leaned close to his ear, her voice having a captivating quality.
Xu Shaoting was completely defenseless; his breath was scalding, and he felt as if he had lost his mind.
But how could he refuse her?
I promise you.
Wen Jia looked overjoyed, taking a deep breath of his perfume, and lifted her head from his embrace. "Will you stay tonight?"
He answered with a kiss, one hand tenderly stroking her cheek, the other encircling her waist, his lips and tongue lingering and swirling, as if yearning for all of her. He didn't stop after kissing her lips, moving on to kiss her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and neck. He was on the verge of losing control.
One of them was standing, and the other was kneeling on the edge of the bed, kneeling until her knees ached.
"Go take a shower, I want you to hold me while I sleep."
She had longed for this sense of security for many days. Sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would suddenly miss the villa in Switzerland. If she woke up with a start, he would immediately sense it and, no matter how tired he was, would hold her tighter and gently comfort her.
Xu Shaoting went into the bathroom to take a shower almost without hesitation.
He came out again, lifted the sheet, and pulled her into his arms.
When did you decide to come here?
He buried his head, deeply inhaling her fragrance, his sharp aura instantly softening. "When you answer the phone."
Her long, slender fingers twisted and turned, but she held them down. "I have to catch a flight tomorrow, so I have to get up early..."
“I know what I’m doing,” he said, dodging the question. “How did you manage not to contact me for so many days?”
He wouldn't tell her that he'd also been lacking in enthusiasm for his work these past few days, and that he'd had the urge to drive over to see her several times late at night.
Wen Jia felt wronged. "I told you... I need to go into seclusion to get back into the right mindset."
"I thought it would take a day or two."
"Four or five days versus one or two days... there's no real difference, you didn't contact me anyway..."
Xu Shaoting kissed her earlobe, "So who am I looking for now?"
He sensed her emotions welling up. "Baby, you miss me."
"If you miss me so much, what will you do once you join the production team?"
Without hesitation, she said, with a hidden meaning, "The RV has a bed."
Xu Shaoting felt a sense of helplessness at being unable to do anything about her, and suddenly laughed, his breath lingering around her collarbone.
Wen Jia leaned back against his chest, feeling a unique sense of security. She kissed his Adam's apple, saying, "My mother came today and mentioned you."
"What did you say?"
“She misunderstood you,” she said with a laugh. “She thought you would personally deliver me to my ex.”
“Unless I’m insane,” he added, “even if I really am, I won’t.”
She smiled mischievously and said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll rekindle my old flame with Song Yanlin?"
Xu Shaoting's voice suddenly turned icy cold, "He can give it a try."
Here it comes again, that dismissive tone that treats human life like dirt. Before Song Yanlin appeared, he'd only used it on Zhou Jingcheng. Wen Jia listened, suddenly shivering, yet fearlessly asking again:
Why didn't you say I could give it a try?
"His fault should be greater, right?"
It seemed like a question was being asked, but in reality, it only gave her a dead answer.
"You have no bottom line, Mr. Xu." Wen Jia tried to push his hand away. "It hurts..."
Xu Shaoting coaxed her, "You have to promise me first."
"Promise what?"
Promise me you won't rekindle your old flame with him.
She smiled triumphantly, "So insecure?"
Yes, it is in front of you.
His straightforward admission surprised Wen Jia.
Before she could respond, the hand that had been pushed away began to skillfully probe again, igniting clusters of flames.
The kiss landed again, silencing any possible rebuttal or coquettishness from her; this kiss was more aggressive and possessive.
"Will you agree or not?" He pulled away from her lips slightly, giving her a moment to breathe, his deep voice filled with an unyielding insistence.
His actions didn't stop; he was clearly forcing her to comply.
"promise…"
"Say you love me."
"I love you... um..."
"Say you only love me."
"I only love you."
Xu Shaoting finally let her go. At that moment, he clearly realized that he was the one who was more reluctant to let her join the crew than she was.
In just four or five days, he's lost control like this. What will happen when she actually joins the production team?
He inhaled her breath deeply again, the feeling of satisfaction making him feel numb. He almost began to wonder if she really knew how to use witchcraft on people.
It had reached the point where he was addicted to her; he couldn't do anything about it and had no choice but to compromise.
"You're really amazing."
"I've been thinking about you for so many days."
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Author's Note: Mr. Xu, you really shouldn't love him too much...
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