"So, you should pick a good reason and a suitable time."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Gu Nanyan hung up the phone.
On the other end of the line, Ziya Jingmo stared at the phone that had already been hung up, his eyes filled with obvious worry, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
She only snapped out of her daze when a researcher came over to ask her a question. At that moment, she received a message from Meng Zhaojun on her phone, along with the remittance amount.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Everyone, this is the bonus from President Gu. I'll take you all out for a delicious meal tonight!" He shook his phone.
The entire laboratory erupted in cheers and jubilation.
"You've all made up your minds to come to me one by one?" Gu Nanyan had just sat down, ready to rest for a while, when the knocking came from outside. Luckily, Shen Beian was resting in the inner room.
Sheng Jingchen stood outside the door. Although he was about the same height as Gu Nanyan when he stood up, he was slightly bent over in front of her.
"Elder cousin, could it be that besides Nanxing, someone else has come looking for you?" She asked with a smile, but there was no surprise in her eyes.
"Sit down. If I hadn't come to Nightfall tonight, I'm afraid you wouldn't have come either, would you?" Gu Nanyan said casually, stroking the porcelain cup in his hand, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, and he tilted his head back slightly.
Sheng Jingchen did not sit down, but remained standing there. "Elder Cousin, you are too kind. You are busy. Even if we wanted to see you, we would have to find a time." He smiled, seemingly no different from usual, but his hands under his wide sleeves were slightly clenched.
Gu Nanyan raised his head slightly, "An'an is resting, aren't the three of you busy?"
"Elder cousin, what exactly do you mean by Beibei?" Sheng Jingchen bit his lip, the veins on his arm bulging.
In just a few breaths, Sheng Jingchen became extremely nervous.
"What do you think?" Gu Nanyan didn't answer. She was very curious about what An'an's friends thought of her. "What do you think An'an's attitude towards me? And what is my attitude towards him?"
Sheng Jingchen shut his mouth. How could they possibly know about the things between him and his wife?
Besides, Beibei rarely mentions her in front of them.
As for my older cousin, shouldn't we at least avoid seeing them a few times?
"Jingchen, besides Nightshade, which of your companies isn't busy? There's been quite a bit of trouble lately. Hasn't your older cousin contacted you?"
Sheng Jingchen's face turned even paler. There are quite a few entertainment companies in China, and he owns one. But this year, for some reason, a bunch of artists have gotten into trouble, and all sorts of messes have happened.
It's all nonsense, like "selecting concubines" and "tax evasion."
As the CEO, he's incredibly busy.
One of them seemed very clean, or at least was said to be clean online, and was also one that Fu Mutian liked very much. But what happened?
They're having a blast with the "concubine selection," playing a much more elaborate game than he and Fu Mutian.
Because of one or two bad apples, he spent a lot of time investigating all the artists in the company, terminating their contracts and sending them to jail for questioning.
Some people who have been in the industry for a long time have even more complex and intricate networks of connections behind them, making each one more troublesome than the last.
Originally, his company was just a subsidiary of the family, not a very big entertainment company. Who knew that this incident would alarm even his older brother.
"Go ahead and get busy, An'an is resting." Gu Nanyan easily went from being questioned to taking the initiative, putting down his porcelain cup. "An'an and I will go over there when it's time, you don't need to come looking for him."
Sheng Jingchen could only nod, bow, and leave.
It was all for naught; I asked a question that only brought me loneliness.
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