Chapter 53 "Then let them know I kissed you..."
In the darkness, Xu Shaoting looked at the person in his arms. She slowly opened her eyelashes, her breath pausing slightly, perhaps waiting for her thoughts to return.
He stroked her cheek and asked a second time, "Why won't you call me?"
Wen Jia didn't answer. She turned around, bumped into his chest, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tighter than ever before.
“I feel so bad… Xu Shaoting.”
It wasn't until he heard her muffled, choked voice that he realized something was wrong. He stopped trying to comfort her and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.
Her eyelids were heavy, almost impossible to open; her cheeks were pale, but her lips were dry and pale. Perhaps it was the cold, for her body was shivering involuntarily.
"Why is your cold so bad?"
His large palm covered her forehead; it wasn't burning hot, but it was noticeably warmer than her usual body temperature.
"Does he have a fever?"
She looked listless, too weak to even nod, and only gave a faint "hmm".
"Why didn't you tell me?" He hugged her tightly, almost as if he wanted to melt her into his body.
"It only started burning this evening, I didn't want you to worry..."
"So you won't call me?"
Wen Jia's tacit agreement sounded very unconvincing.
"I'll have someone take a look at it for you."
"No...it's not that serious. I just took my medicine, I should be fine by tomorrow."
Filming in winter often results in catching a cold or fever. When she first started out, she played a minor supporting role and stood in sub-zero temperatures for an hour wearing only a shirt. The awful director filmed seven or eight takes, and by the time he finally yelled "cut," her lips were already purple from the cold.
Once she joined the team, she had no freedom to see a doctor unless it was a life-threatening situation, and she had to rely on medication to get through all these years.
Xu Shaoting gripped her wrist, his Adam's apple bobbing as if he were suppressing some emotion. "If I hadn't come, were you planning not to tell me? Were you going to handle it all by yourself?"
"I..." Wen Jia hesitated for a moment, then tried to appear strong, "It's not the first time I've shouldered this, I'm not that fragile..."
Her acting became exceptionally clumsy at this moment. Despite her feverish mind, her soaked pillow, the tear stains on her eyes, and her desperate longing for him, she insisted that she wasn't that fragile.
Xu Shaoting saw right through him.
"Then what is this?" He gently wiped away her transparent tear stains with his fingertips.
"What is this?" He touched the damp spot on her pillow again; it had become icy cold.
"This is because I miss you."
Xu Shaoting chuckled, perhaps out of helplessness, "You didn't tell me you missed me, and you didn't tell me you had a fever either."
If it weren't for Xu Yitang, he might have known nothing about her life on set.
"Didn't I promise you that I would appear in front of you as long as you said you missed me? Have you forgotten?"
"That was in Linzhou..."
"So what?" he said firmly. "If I'm in Linzhou, I'll drive to see you. If I'm in another city, I'll fly to see you. Wen Jia, there's no place in this world where I can't see you."
"I can see you no matter where you are."
His words seemed to be spoken to her, yet also to himself, carrying an innate certainty and an air of unquestionable authority.
His words always carried such power that she felt enveloped in an invisible sense of security.
So you just got off the plane, right?
"Um."
She was so used to him finding her that she was completely confused and only realized something was wrong at this moment. "Then how did you find this place?"
The hotel was found so precisely, and her room was found so precisely, as if it were destined.
"You just barged in like that and grabbed me... Aren't you afraid you've come to the wrong room and are hugging another woman?"
Xu Shaoting chuckled indulgently; her thought process never disappointed him. "Miss, the hotel for your film crew was provided to Yu Jianshan by me."
Wen Jia's gaze froze, as if she were gathering her thoughts. "This is Tianxu's hotel?"
"Hmm, Manjia, you forgot?"
It wasn't until he uttered those two words that Wen Jia seemed to suddenly realize what he meant. These were the two words he had mentioned most often in Switzerland. If she had just glanced at the documents on his desk, she would have easily noticed how to write the characters "Man Jia".
It's a pity that when I was her secretary, all I did was sit on his lap, lie in his arms, and hook my arm around his neck. I was too busy playing office games.
"Intentional, Mr. Xu?"
"No, I just don't feel comfortable letting you stay somewhere else."
"So I'm still on your turf. No wonder I always feel like I'm being associated with you."
"Didn't you spray my perfume?"
She murmured, burying her head in his chest, trying to inhale his scent, but her nose was stuffy and she couldn't smell anything. She felt wronged, "Even the perfume doesn't smell as good as him..."
As Xu Shaoting listened to her words, his heart melted, and he gently stroked her hair.
The sensation felt unreal; he had appeared before her again, so punctually. It was like an illusion, yet also carried a reassuring sense of reality.
She nestled in his arms and looked up at him.
Did you decide to come at the last minute?
"yes."
Bombardier probably didn't expect to be this busy this year, being temporarily reassigned several times in just one or two months.
He did indeed decide to come at the last minute, and in a great hurry.
Xu Yitang quoted exactly what Shen Zhiyun had said to Wen Jia.
He was afraid she would take it seriously, and he was also afraid she would listen to him, so he had no choice but to bring forward the original schedule of visiting the set.
But Xu Yitang told him this secretly, and he couldn't let her know, so he could only bring up his other purpose: "If you don't come over soon, I'm afraid you and Song Yanlin will rekindle your relationship."
Wen Jia remained silent for a few seconds.
Feeling guilty, she said, "You saw it all."
He couldn't tell how much of the countless online interactions between couples was real and how much was fake. He knew perfectly well that she and Song Yanlin were just putting on an act, but for some reason, he was always filled with an inexplicable sense of jealousy and irritation.
This initial spark was ignited even more fiercely by Xu Yitang's half-serious, half-joking provocation.
What did you see?
"Upside down".
He read through all the trending topics, comments, and everything he should and shouldn't see. He never imagined that his return to Weibo would be to see his girlfriend's romantic interactions with another man.
"That's all acting. All the behind-the-scenes footage is staged."
"The interview, too, was it staged?"
"Um."
"Tell me, is there even a shred of sincerity in this?"
She snuggled closer to him, rubbing her forehead against his shirt. She was too weak to even nod, but at this moment she shook her head desperately, causing a dull pain in the back of her head.
Xu Shaoting got a satisfactory answer and lowered his head to kiss her, but she struggled and dodged away.
"I have a really bad cold, I'm afraid I'll infect you..."
"not give a damn about."
He kissed her without saying a word, but it was just a kiss on lips; her body temperature made the kiss unbearably hot.
After a long while, she took the initiative to end the conversation, her eyes glistening with tears.
"So, did you also see those photos of me dating Song Yanlin before...?"
“Yes,” Xu Shaoting said calmly, “I saw them all.”
all…
Wen Jia lowered her eyelids. In his arms, she had nowhere to escape, so she could only close her eyelids tightly to avoid this world.
If she were an ostrich, she would probably have buried her head in the sand long ago.
But Xu Shaoting refused to go along with her wishes and instead hugged her up.
"Why are you so nervous?" He looked her over with amusement. "Is there something I can't see?"
"Were you the ones who were photographed walking together on the street?"
"..."
"Just shopping."
"Did he confess his feelings to you while he was on a variety show?"
"..."
"That was a script arranged by the production team."
"It was him who posted on Weibo late at night—" Xu Shaoting deliberately left his sentence unfinished, looking down to see her reaction.
"He posted that while he was drunk without my knowledge! He deleted it the next day, and then he deleted it again the next day..." she added, "I made him delete it!"
Xu Shaoting snorted coldly. Wen Jia couldn't figure him out. She didn't know if he was jealous or disdainful. She only knew that he was definitely not indifferent.
She started to play the victim and show weakness, saying, "I'm a patient...you're not allowed to make things difficult for me."
"Hmm," he replied flippantly, "Then answer me, why is everyone now..." Xu Shaoting knew nothing about fandom, and after thinking for a moment about the most frequently appearing words online these past few days, "shipping, the two of you?"
"..."
Why is everyone commenting on your videos with things like "white moonlight," "unrequited love," and "love that can't be had"?
"..."
"Would you believe me if I said they were just there for the fun of it?"
"Of course I believe you," he nodded indifferently. His previous words may have been somewhat provocative, but when he spoke again, his tone was noticeably colder. "When you two are getting involved in a conversation, my name can't be mentioned, right?"
Wen Jia tugged at his shirt, "Are you angry..."
"It's not that bad."
"You're jealous."
It's hard not to be jealous.
"I have absolutely no feelings for him anymore..."
He knew this was an unsolvable problem. It was a fact that she had dated Song Yanlin before, and it was her job to pretend to date Song Yanlin now. All the known conditions were paradoxes, and there was no way to find the answer.
Xu Shaoting nodded, satisfied, and his aura softened, making her less uneasy.
He ruffled her hair, picked her up, and sat her on the sofa. "Did he give you any trouble on set?"
"Yu Jianshan? He's just serious, but otherwise..."
“I said someone surnamed Song,” Xu Shaoting interrupted her firmly.
"No."
Are you sure?
"Sure."
"Where is Shen Zhiyun? Did she make things difficult for you?"
"I hardly ever talk to her..."
Xu Shaoting paused, then tilted his head back slightly and closed his eyes tightly where she couldn't see him.
Xu Yitang told him exactly what Shen Zhiyun had said, but she refused to say anything.
They just wouldn't tell.
They still wouldn't say.
He could only try to persuade her gently, saying, "Given her personality, she should have already whispered something in your ear."
Wen Jia lowered her eyes and pondered for a while.
“…He did say a little bit.” She knew she couldn’t hide it from him. “Shen Zhiyun told me that your father likes her very much, and that she’s also very difficult to deal with.”
She ultimately didn't reveal everything; she couldn't bring herself to say that Xu Bozheng refused to accept her identity.
He Lingyi said that she has been pragmatic since childhood, knowing how to understand her place and being very sensible. She doesn't know who she inherited this from. It's hard to say whether it's a strength or a tragedy.
She hadn't even formally met his parents, yet she was already discussing whether his parents would accept her status. This was far too presumptuous and presumptuous of her.
The road ahead is long and shrouded in mystery, and she doesn't want to put herself under scrutiny so easily. She also knows that for two people to truly love each other, there are countless hurdles to overcome before Xu Shaoting's father can accept her identity.
This is not worth mentioning.
She said nonchalantly, "They said some other random things, but I don't care..."
Upon hearing this, Xu Shaoting's eyes dimmed.
This answer seemed to show him that she was unwilling to take that step. What she was avoiding was precisely the question that could bring them truly closer and allow them to confirm their relationship.
She was always like this, clever in just the right way, and so clear-headed that it was utterly disheartening. She mentioned Shen Zhiyun and his father, but deliberately avoided the most crucial point: that her father would not accept her identity.
This avoidance of the important issues, this pragmatism, was like a tiny needle—not sharp, but precisely piercing the softest and most helpless spot in his heart.
A mixture of heartache and an indescribable anxiety churned silently in his chest.
But he chose not to pursue the matter with her.
“Well done,” Xu Shaoting said, giving her a rewarding kiss on the corner of her lips. “If she says anything else, don’t believe her. If you really want to know, come and ask me, and I’ll tell you.”
"You mean there's something between you and her that you're keeping from me?" She finally regained some confidence.
“There’s nothing between us, I’m just afraid she’ll exaggerate,” he said patiently, touching her earlobe. “You’re easily swayed, aren’t you?”
“I’m easily swayed…” she muttered, “so there’s one thing I have to believe.”
Which sentence?
"Your father is difficult to deal with."
That one glance at his house that day, that imposing expression without anger, was enough to terrify her.
"He looks very fierce."
"No, he's just too authoritarian and expects me to obey his every command."
"If he likes Shen Zhiyun so much, how did you break off your engagement with her in the first place?"
"Arguing." He said the two words casually.
"It was so noisy that it gave my mother a headache, it caused my brothers and sisters to move out, and it made the housekeeper try to persuade both sides."
"Have you ever considered compromising?"
“Never,” he said without the slightest hesitation, “because if I compromise, I’ll have to marry Shen Zhiyun, and I won’t be able to get close to you for the rest of my life. How can I compromise? Hmm?”
He deliberately rubbed his chin against her collarbone, his shaved beard tickling her a bit. It made her laugh.
His sweet words were always casual and unintentional, without a single word related to love, yet they easily filled her heart.
"I'll be your mistress then," she said with a smile, mimicking his words.
“Don’t joke like that, Wen Jia,” he took out a cigarette, wanting to smoke it, but then remembered that she was a patient and gave up. “Even if you were willing, I wouldn’t be. I will only let you appear in my life openly and legitimately.”
Wen Jia moved her eyelids slightly, remaining silent as she pondered.
Isn't this too difficult?
She recalled Shen Zhiyun's words and asked herself the same question. Unable to find an answer, she heard him say:
“In the end, he even said he would take the entire group back from me, even if it meant handing it over to my uncle’s son, rather than to me. I never thought of compromising.”
"Are you willing to let him take away your power?"
She felt inexplicably sorry for him; the right to inherit a family's estate was so easily stripped away, perhaps with just a single sentence.
"I'm reluctant, but there are things I'm even more reluctant to give up than the group, so I have no choice but to relinquish power."
What is it?
"Want to know?"
Her obedient nod was so captivating that he couldn't resist a mischievous urge: "Give me a kiss?"
Wen Jia was afraid of catching her cold from him, so she only lightly touched his lips.
"You've mastered the skill of asking questions you already know the answer to."
"I want to hear you say it yourself."
"What else could it be but you?"
Wen Jia's eyelids, which had drooped due to her fever, suddenly lifted and curved upwards as she smiled contentedly in his arms.
However, while she was overjoyed, a sense of panic also arose in a corner of her heart. Xu Shaoting's father seemed to be more troublesome than she had imagined.
"Later I figured it out and got tired of it. I was really prepared to have my power taken away. I was raised to be a person in power since I was a child. On the surface, it was very glamorous. I had a lot of money and power, but sitting in this position also meant endless responsibility. I had no freedom. I had to follow the rules in everything I did. Even relaxing felt like completing a task. All year round, it was just official business. If even my feelings had to be interfered with by others, it would be too pathetic."
This kind of life has continued uninterrupted since he was sixteen. The period when he contradicted Xu Bozheng was one of the few times in his life when he was most unrestrained. He finally had the opportunity to do what he wanted. Diving, racing cars, experiencing that pure, almost out-of-control speed, as if only in this way could he prove that he could truly live outside of order.
“I tried to shed the identity of an heir and found it to be more liberating than I had imagined.” He laughed self-deprecatingly. “Actually, I’ve always had a dream that was almost realized at one point.”
What is it?
"Buy an island and live alone."
What a pure dream, it has nothing to do with money or power. He seems to yearn for freedom more than she imagined, and he can endure loneliness even more. She thought.
"At my point, those material possessions no longer seem to stir my emotions, because I suddenly realized that wealth and power are essentially different names for the same cage. In the end, you can't even tell whether you control them or they are keeping you."
"So you want something other than wealth and power."
"You understand me so well." He smiled with satisfaction.
What is it?
"Freedom and excitement."
"Freedom is an island? What about excitement?" Her curiosity was evident in her eyes; she wanted to know more about him.
"Racing".
"You can race cars...that's amazing," she murmured to herself, like a little girl. "And then what happened? Did your dream still not come true?"
"Because later, the group was still handed back to me. Of course, my father knew very well that even if all the rights were taken back, I could regain them on my own. However, at that time, the relationship between him and me would no longer be one of successor and successor."
"Has it really come to this?"
"almost."
"For the sake of Chen Zhiyun."
“It was for you.” He kissed her forehead again. “However, what really made our relationship deteriorate was that he forced the media to publish my engagement with Shen Zhiyun.”
Wen Jia slowly spoke: "I know, I saw it with my own eyes."
For a moment, he forgot to blink and looked at her.
This answer was somewhat unexpected.
"I saw it on Weibo. I even appeared with you before."
"What's the meaning?"
I broke up with Song Yanlin around that time, and it just so happened that it was trending on social media that day. However, I didn't know you back then,”
He remained silent for a very long time.
"So, you were very sad that day."
It wasn't about questioning or explaining, but about empathy.
"Yes," she admitted softly, a lingering, unavoidable pang of sadness still lingering in her heart. "It was very painful. I resented the fact that your wedding news was so blatant and conspicuous, making my breakup seem so pathetic. But actually, I was also a little envious, because it seemed so grand and romantic. No wonder Shen Zhiyun couldn't forget you; few women could resist a wedding of the century..."
"Do you want it?"
He could give her something grander, more romantic, a thousand times, ten thousand times more.
"What?"
"Never mind, it's alright," he said, knowing it was inappropriate to ask this question now since she hadn't even mentioned his father. He looked away. "It's a good thing I didn't give it to her, it's a good thing," he said, still a little shaken. He recalled how she had been bearing the pain of the breakup alone after the engagement announcement, and how he felt like he had only aggravated her sadness. This realization made his throat tighten and his breathing become heavy.
He began to kiss her cheeks, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, with an apologetic air.
He continued talking only after he had kissed enough:
“Actually, that day, I argued with Xu Bozheng all night while looking at those press releases. It wasn’t because of the engagement, but because,” he paused, his voice low and firm, “I was inexplicably irritable, and I felt like I was missing out on something important.”
“Why did I only find out now? I found out too late,” he said, his forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling. “I’m missing out on you, baby.”
Her heart stopped.
"Xu Shaoting, the way you're saying this makes it sound like we're destined to be together."
"Isn't that right?"
"Let's not talk about this anymore," he smiled, not wanting to bring up the awkward situation that made them both uncomfortable. "Has anything interesting happened on set lately? Yu Kaiqing told me you're often in a bad mood? Why?"
"How did she end up telling on you?"
“I should thank her for telling me,” he said, looking at her with a hint of affection in his eyes, “because you always like to hide things from me.”
"Actually, nothing much happened, just a bit of pressure. Yu Jianshan told me that this film is aiming for awards."
She thought for a moment, "Otherwise... there is some good news. Sister Zhang came to see me and said she has decided to partner with me."
"Is it easy for her to resolve things with the company? Does she need any help?"
"She's different from me. She's a free agent. The company practically begged her to come, so leaving the company was easy. However, after leaving, she can't work as an agent for a while, but she told me not to worry, it won't be long. But she's planning to bring a young man under her management," she hesitated slightly, "Do you think that's a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I need to have Lin Youzhe investigate first."
She nodded. "Signing a new employee right after starting the company is a bit unthinkable."
"Dare to think big," Xu Shaoting said, gently pinching her nose. "I told you, I'll back you up."
She finally felt relieved, saying, "I'm on set right now and it's difficult for me to take time off, so Sister Zhang will take care of things for me."
"Okay, I'll have Lin Youzhe handle things with him." He pulled a blanket over her and covered her with it. "Aside from work, is there anything else interesting to talk about?"
Confined within the film studio, every day was spent either filming the main feature or shooting behind-the-scenes footage, and she also had to deal with Song Yanlin, a person who made her uncomfortable from head to toe. There was really nothing interesting to do.
“No,” she said listlessly, then suddenly her eyes lit up, “but if we’re talking about something interesting, there is one.”
Tell me.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered mysteriously, "Our crew... recently got a rich girl. Yu Jianshan said she's his friend's sister."
"Bringing your own funding to the production? Knowing Yu Jianshan as I do, he..." Xu Shaoting glanced at her with amusement, but before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized something was amiss and frowned.
He forgot that there was also a lively character like Xu Yitang lurking on set.
"He's not an actor, he's here on set to learn. He's very outgoing and gossipy."
Xu Shaoting: "..."
"Besides, Yu Jianshan claims she's his friend's sister, but I don't believe it at all," she said with a smug, knowing look. "His friend must be over fifty, right? Could he really have a sister this young? More like an illegitimate daughter. We all see through it but keep quiet."
Xu Shaoting: "..."
It's admirable that she saw through it but didn't say anything.
"They often ask about me and you. How we met... how long we've known each other... and what my first impression of you was."
Xu Shaoting: "..."
"Last time, Kaiqing let it slip that she now knows to call you Chairman Xu. She calls you Chairman Xu all the time. Those who know her know she's just being gossipy, while those who don't might think she has a crush on you. But after thinking about it carefully, I think it's probably unlikely. She's quite a bit older than me, let alone you."
Xu Shaoting: "..."
It's admirable that she thought about it carefully.
She looked up at him. "Why aren't you saying anything? Does she really have a crush on you?"
This woman's thought process is always something else.
He cleared his throat. "...It's more likely that you have a crush on her, Miss."
Xu Shaoting's only concern at this moment was how to appease her if she found out that Xu Yitang not only asked questions but also reported everything to him.
-
Wen Jia hated seeing doctors, but Xu Shaoting was really worried, so he made a phone call and ordered someone to come to her room to examine her. Only after confirming that she didn't have any other problems did he let her go.
They originally wanted to ask someone to come to the set to brew Chinese medicine for her, but she flatly refused.
After he fed her the cough medicine, he pressed her buttocks onto his lap. Neither of them spoke; he just kissed her repeatedly.
She had nowhere to hide, so she pressed against him, "If I really infect you, you'll have to have a nasal voice when you hold meetings with your subordinates, talk business with others, and meet with... clients..."
"Then let them know that I kissed you, okay?" He held the back of her head.
She already had trouble breathing due to her cold, and his intense kisses made the air feel even thinner. With her eyes half-open, she sniffed hard, and a red mark appeared on the tip of her nose.
She looked so adorable. He smiled and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Why are you looking so pitiful?"
"It's all your fault."
"What's it to blame me for?"
"It's your fault for coming to see me so late."
“It’s my fault, there’s too much going on at the company,” he said, his gaze fixed on her with affection. “But didn’t you tell me not to come visit the set, that you were afraid it would distract me?”
She leaned down and hooked her arms around his neck. "I thought about it carefully later, and it seems that thinking about you is more likely to distract me than having you here."
He was pleased, and with a smile, he carried her to take a bath.
But it wasn't a real bath; fearing her fever would worsen, he simply wiped her body down himself.
Back in bed, the dry, clean sheets and the comforting warmth of his embrace made her feel at ease. She nestled in his arms, still clinging to him, as if wanting to hear a bedtime story, "Tell me some more."
"What are you going to say?"
"Racing, islands..."
He could tell that she was actually extremely sleepy, her eyelids were about to close, but her mouth was still chattering away.
"You're sleepy, we'll talk later."
Wen Jia was not convinced, so she opened her eyes wide and proved it to him.
"Is racing difficult? Is it dangerous?"
Xu Shaoting hummed in response.
"So you also like difficulties and dangers."
Xu Shaoting couldn't help but kiss her, "How do you understand me so well?"
This resonance satisfied him, making his heart itch and tremble.
"When are you going to show me?" She smiled slightly, as if imagining him driving a race car. "You'll look so cool..."
There will always be a chance.
He looked down at her sleepy, closed eyes, chuckled, and pulled her arm, which was outside the window, into his embrace.
I placed a goodnight kiss on her lips.
-
The crew had their best meal of the day.
Starting at seven in the morning, vans loaded with food began arriving at the film studio under the name of Wen Jia. Chinese morning tea and Western breakfast were all available. The staff abandoned their usual steamed buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks, and rushed to the food stalls.
The crew had an extremely high attendance rate today, with even some unimportant staff members present, because the group chat received a message early this morning that an investor was coming to visit the set, but no one knew which investor it was.
They only knew that he was someone important; after all, someone that even the renowned director Yu Jianshan mentioned in the group chat must be no ordinary person.
To welcome their sponsor, everyone arrived at the venue on time, even wearing the crew's uniform down jackets and name tags. The usually laid-back Lao Fang didn't even dare to yawn anymore; the whole group was so formal, it was as if they were being inspected.
The main character's scenes started filming late today, so Wen Jia slept until 10 o'clock. After getting ready, she went to the set with Xu Shaoting.
Xu Yitang usually doesn't appear until the afternoon to begin her espionage work. With this lively character absent, the atmosphere inside was completely quiet when they stepped in.
The two deliberately avoided holding hands and walked in, keeping a distance between them.
When the staff saw her arrive, they all looked up and greeted her.
"Teacher Wen."
"Teacher Wen is here."
They glanced at her, yet couldn't ignore the man not far from her—he was simply too eye-catching.
The employees turned around in unison, looked at each other, and whispered among themselves.
Although Xu Shaoting has been frequently in the media spotlight recently, it's all been fleeting glimpses; no one has ever seen him in person. The crew's junior staff don't care who the investors are, so apart from Lao Fang, no one recognized him.
"Who is this? He looks so good. Are there any actors in the crew who haven't appeared yet? I remember the B team saying that the supporting characters have almost finished their scenes."
"I don't know, is it from our production crew? It doesn't look like it, I haven't seen any promotional photos of it."
"You mean, it's probably another film crew. They've come to the wrong place."
"But judging from his demeanor, he doesn't seem to be from the entertainment industry."
Old Fang glanced back, a half-smile playing on his lips. He subtly reminded them, "Chairman Xu is here, and you didn't even say hello?"
The staff didn't even dare to blink.
Dong?
Could this man be the investor that Yu Jianshan said he was coming to visit the set?
Unfortunately, his surname is Xu, and he's always seen with Wen Jia. Now, the staff are very familiar with the name Yu Kaiqing calling Wen Jia "Chairman Xu" all the time.
Could the investor who's coming to visit the set be the same person as Wen Jia's boyfriend...?
The staff members were all highly experienced, having spent years on film sets and seen all sorts of people. In their minds, men of high status often appeared with a large belly and a forced smile. They certainly hadn't expected that today they would be greeted by such a cool, handsome man with an exceptionally superior physique and appearance.
Greetings rang out one after another.
Shen Zhiyun was chatting with Yu Jianshan on set when the voices of the staff reached her ears, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She subconsciously looked outside.
The man stood backlit, wearing a trench coat but no tie, looking more casual than when he wore a suit and overcoat at the office. He was tall and upright, and the shirt he wore was neatly tailored at the collar and cuffs. Below his wrist, a sophisticated platinum watch further accentuated his aloof yet composed demeanor.
In front of everyone, he held Wen Jia in his arms, creating a private territory that only she could safely enter.
He was a full head taller than her, and much broader in stature; his shoulders and back could almost completely envelop her.
Xu Shaoting's gaze followed the woman in his arms for a moment, greeting her one by one as she introduced them. Although his tone was proper and humble, and his smile was generous and refined, he couldn't hide the air of a superior.
His humility and modesty, on the contrary, made people feel pressured. Everyone knew that it was a kind of composure and control that was compatible with those below him.
Shen Zhiyun watched, forgetting to even blink.
A man who wouldn't even show up at a press conference for his engagement would openly visit another woman on set, and in front of everyone, he would hold her tightly in his arms in a manner that almost declared ownership.
It's so bright and glaring.
In an instant, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
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