Mr. Shen has been attracted to aloof and cool women since he was young.
The first time I saw Ye Chu on television, the breathtaking impression was still fresh in my mind. Therefore, when discussing the commercial street with Qingping Entertainment, President Shen didn't make any other requests, only asking to have a meal with Ye Chu.
However, upon meeting Ye Chu in person, President Shen was greatly disappointed. Ye Chu had a gentle demeanor, but her eyes held a deep, scrutinizing gaze. Despite her youthful appearance, she possessed the worldliness and artificiality typical of middle-aged people. She was completely different from the character she portrayed in the television drama.
Mr. Shen had seen plenty of people like this—avoid provoking them, prevent them from becoming enemies, and don't get too close to them. Although beautiful, her behavior often made Mr. Shen fantasize about his boss. The goddess in his imagination had become a worldly ambitious schemer, and the idol on the throne had become a seemingly gentle but actually venomous snake. Mr. Shen felt nauseous and just wanted to finish this meal quickly so he could never see Ye Chu again.
However, the follower that Ye Chu brought was quite interesting. President Shen squinted, his not-so-bright eyes scrutinizing the writer named Xin Gui.
A kind of naive, otherworldly air about him, an undisguised arrogance and disdain, like glass or a mirror.
Of course, the Heart Demon wasn't a woman, but a man. President Shen felt a slight pang of regret, but to him, it was merely a difference between a broiler chicken and a free-range chicken. In President Shen's eyes, everyone in the world fell into three categories: first, venomous snakes like Ji Juntao, Ye Chu, and his boss; second, worker ants like the merchants on Happiness Commercial Street; and third, all sorts of chickens.
After admiring the Heart Demon for a while, President Shen glanced at Ye Chu. It was a knowing look between those in the industry.
Unfortunately, the person he was flirting with seemed to have poor eyesight. Ye Chu acted as if he hadn't seen her at all, looking down at the pen in front of him like a calligrapher. That slippery little devil!
Mr. Shen was somewhat displeased. Yes, he couldn't afford to offend Ye Chu, nor could he afford to offend the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism—but manipulating those merchants and causing some trouble for the film crew was still a piece of cake.
Mr. Shen coughed lightly: "Miss Ye likes this pen?"
Shang Yechu could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. He raised his eyes and smiled, "The poems engraved on these three pens in front of us seem to be different."
While she spoke of these dry topics, Shang Yechu's heart was already churning with turmoil. Although she had never been involved in matchmaking, she instinctively understood the look in President Shen's eyes. President Shen was seeking her advice: Could he make a move on this young man called Xin Gui? To what extent could he go? Was this man's mouth tight?
In an instant, Shang Yechu understood President Shen's thoughts. President Shen thought that Shang Yechu was unwilling to play along with him, so she specially arranged for a substitute to relieve his pent-up desires—President Shen was actually treating her like a pimp!
A surge of humiliated anger welled up inside Shang Yechu, and she almost wanted to shove the pen in front of her into the middle-aged man's cloudy eyes.
Sheng Wenzhi, as if out of nowhere, asked, "What kind of dish is 'Don't Worry About Having No Friends on the Road Ahead'? Can I have another one?"
All you ever do is eat!
Shang Yechu said irritably, "Don't add any more. Mr. Chen, what is this dish?"
Mr. Shen's assistant hurriedly said, "It must be a sheep's placenta, and it must be the placenta of a pregnant ewe carrying twins; no more or less will do. The two sheep's placesntas must be cooked in different ways and then combined into one dish..."
Sheng Wenzhi couldn't help but ask, "How do you determine how many lambs a ewe is pregnant, and—and—"
“Of course it’s manual,” Mr. Shen laughed heartily. “We have professional machines to control the number of ewes. But occasionally mistakes happen, and the ewes that err have to be discarded.”
Shang Yechu coldly asked, "How do you take it out?"
“Of course, it’s best to butcher them alive; that way they’ll have the freshest flavor,” Wang Te’s assistant said matter-of-factly.
Shang Yechu glanced at President Shen with a strange smile: "I didn't realize President Shen was such a gourmet. It seems there's some significance to those 'not afraid of the clouds obscuring the view' phrases?"
Mr. Shen assumed Ye Chu was interested in these things and enthusiastically explained, “‘Not afraid of floating clouds obscuring the view’ refers to monkey brains. Take a handsome monkey, pry open its skull, and pour hot soup over it—it’s incredibly tender. ‘A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’ refers to roasted goose feet. Drive a fat goose onto a red-hot iron plate; the goose can’t stand the heat and will run around on it. The goose feet are cooked, but the goose is still alive. ‘How can you tell if I’m male or female?’ refers to a pair of swans, as swans are the most loyal birds. Wrap the two swans in mud and roast them, then cut one goose in half and put them together. The female swan is tender, and the male swan is strong…”
At this point, President Shen's mouth watered, and he slurped his saliva.
Sheng Wenzhi's face had turned ashen. He didn't say anything about adding more dishes, pushed the menu in front of him away, and remained silent with a sullen face.
In President Shen's eyes, this was interpreted as obedience and no longer ordering food. Seeing how obedient Xin Gui was to Ye Chu, President Shen was overjoyed, further confirming his suspicions.
"Add her if you want!" President Shen tapped a few times on his phone, seemingly notifying someone. After doing so, he winked at Shang Yechu and said, "Don't be too harsh on Teacher Xin."
Shang Yechu's lips twitched slightly.
Since Ye Chu is Xin Gui's master, then we only need to consult Ye Chu's opinion. President Shen then smiled at Ye Chu and said, "If Miss Ye likes this pen, I'll have Boss Jia give you a dozen! Xiao Wang, you accompany Miss Ye to find Old Jia in a bit."
Sheng Wenzhi tugged at Shang Yechu's skirt under the table, then sent her a WeChat message: "[We don't want his things.]"
Shang Yechu glanced at her naive companion with a look that was half pity and half mockery. Did President Shen really want to give her some kind of pen? It was just a tacit agreement that Shang Yechu had already made a deal with him, and he wanted Shang Yechu to leave quickly to make room for him and "Heart Demon"!
Shang Yechu ignored Sheng Wenzhi and slowly asked, "Does President Shen know the boss?"
“More than just acquaintances, we’re old friends,” President Shen said heartily. “I was the first customer at Old Jia’s restaurant. I even helped name each dish. I don’t know how many poetry collections I’ve worn out!”
In order to show off his knowledge in front of Xin Gui, a cultured person, President Shen said, "Teacher Xin, what is your favorite dish name? I can tell you its origin."
Sheng Wenzhi was utterly disgusted with this sadomasochistic enthusiast. It was only thanks to Shang Yechu's reminder in the car that he didn't abandon the person and leave. As for answering the other party, it was completely impossible.
Shang Yechu took the initiative to speak: "Teacher Xin Gui is not feeling well today. Xiao Xu, take him downstairs and have Aunt Cai take him home."
Xiao Xu was Shang Yechu's assistant who accompanied her upstairs, and she followed Shang Yechu's lead without question. Upon hearing this, she immediately tried to pull Sheng Wenzhi away without saying a word.
President Shen was taken aback, his expression turning into a half-smile: "Weren't you perfectly fine when you came in?"
Sheng Wenzhi shook off Xiao Xu and shook his head: "I'm fine. You don't need to go down."
You're asking for trouble!
Shang Yechu was somewhat agitated, almost unable to maintain her superb acting skills: "Didn't you tell me you had a headache?"
Sheng Wenzhi glanced at Shang Yechu and slowly said, "I'm all better now."
After saying this, he typed a few words under the table and sent them to Shang Yechu: "[This person is a real psychopath; I rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with him. I want to observe him further.]"
Shang Yechu glanced at the message and was utterly shocked. Even at a time like this, Sheng Wenzhi was still thinking about his crappy novel!
Watching the interaction between the two with a cold eye, President Shen suddenly stood up and moved closer to Sheng Wenzhi, placing his hand on Sheng Wenzhi's temple: "Does it hurt here, Teacher Xin?" His tone was so sweet it was nauseating.
At that moment, Sheng Wenzhi's expression froze.
Shang Yechu truly regretted not having a camera to record Sheng Wenzhi's expression at this moment. She could only desperately try to memorize his face, saving it as permanent material for future imitation. There's no expression more poignant than this when someone's worldview crumbles.
Why did you make that expression when you heard about it?
Mr. Shen interpreted Sheng Wenzhi's shock as submission, and traced his foot down Sheng Wenzhi's temple, preparing to stroke his face...
"Crunch".
A crisp sound of bones clashing rang out. President Shen stared in shock at the hand that was gripping him, then looked at Ye Chu with undisguised astonishment: "Miss Ye...?"
Mr. Shen felt as if the hand gripping him was an iron clamp, squeezing him painfully. He didn't even dare to cry out, because he suspected—he was certain—that if he made any further rash move, Ye Chu would break his arm!
Shang Yechu said gently, "President Shen, let's just eat. Don't get physical." With that, he released her hand.
Mr. Shen was horrified to see that his wrist was already bruised and purple!
He swallowed hard and took two steps back. He wanted to leave immediately, but then remembered that Ye Chu needed his help, and mustered his courage, stammering, "Miss Ye, we had an agreement..."
Sheng Wenzhi's body stiffened again.
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