Later, Lin Luosang often wondered why she finally agreed to get married.
Perhaps it is because the identity of Mrs. Pei can bring so many benefits that it is hard for anyone not to be tempted.
Or maybe, she was often the one abandoned when changes occurred, but this time, she was held fast.
Although she knew that this sense of security was false and inexplicable, she had been fighting alone for too long, and even a marriage in name only could serve as her confidence.
Over the years, she had become accustomed to making decisions on her own, so she ultimately did not ask for anyone's opinion.
Although she didn't know whether this decision was wise or not, at the moment when all kinds of emotions were intertwined, something in the dark was driving her to nod.
Pei Hanzhou's efficiency was even faster than she expected. The next morning, the secretary called her to come downstairs.
Parked under the apartment was a black custom-made Bugatti, one of a kind, even its black color was boldly black. She had only seen it once on the news, and only now did she realize it was his car.
The aesthetics are pretty good, which is rare.
A car of this caliber parked in an ordinary apartment would look so out of place even on the screws.
The security guard looked at her with suspicion and fear throughout the whole process, his pupils trembling as he wondered if he was blind and there was a golden Buddha among the tenants?
Lin Luosang walked to the car and someone opened the door for her.
She thought that someone as busy as Pei Hanzhou would let her wait, but when she looked up, she saw a man sitting on the side with his eyes closed. The interior of the car was pure black. He tilted his neck slightly, and the lines of his superior profile extended all the way down, outlining a clear and abstinent Adam's apple. His chest rose and fell gently with his breathing, like a vampire.
She got in the car and sat down, but when she turned her gaze, she saw a row of... lollipops stuck on the seat next to him?
The colorful and gaudy lollipops are out of tune with this heavy atmosphere.
The car moved slowly forward. Pei Hanzhou slept for a while and then started reading. She wanted to remind him that the light inside the car was bad and would hurt his eyes, but then she thought what did it have to do with her, so she firmly shut her mouth.
I just couldn't help looking at that row of lollipops.
She was curious so often that even the man noticed it, and finally said as if giving alms: "Which one do you want to eat? Choose it yourself."
"No," she asked as tactfully as possible, "Is this for a relative's child?"
Then he said softly, uncertainly, "Or...wedding candy?"
Pei Hanzhou: "I ate it myself."
"……"oh.
Sometimes she felt that this person's interests and hobbies were really hard to understand.
Perhaps feeling bored, the man turned on some music, and the gentle music soon filled the car.
When it comes to his profession, Lin Luosang, who can recognize music by ear, can't sit still: "Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat Major, it's very nice."
"Um."
No more words.
Fortunately, they don’t have to live together after marriage, otherwise she feels that the active cells in her body would be killed by this man.
Early in the morning, there were not many people in the Civil Affairs Bureau. They signed and took photos according to the procedure, and then entered the information into the system.
The staff member in charge of the two was a woman who obviously knew Pei Hanzhou. She kept wanting to say something but stopped herself, staring at Lin Luosang with a look of hatred towards her love rival, as if she had done something unforgivable like treason and collaborating with the enemy.
She felt that if she didn't leave, she might be eaten alive by these gazes in the next second.
After finally completing the registration, she had never felt the air outside was so fresh, and even her body felt lighter.
Pei Hanzhou chose a villa for her that was located near the river and in a prime location. He sent someone to take her there and told her to contact his secretary if she had any questions.
Not long after the man left, Lin Luosang received a text message on her mobile phone, indicating that funds had been transferred into her bank card. She stared at the bill and tried to count the zeros, but was ultimately defeated because the amount was too long.
Everything seemed like a dream. Sinking into the sofa, looking at the endless stream of people on the bridge through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she felt a sense of contentment and emptiness rising from her body.
I casually browsed around on my phone and stumbled upon a forum. The latest trending post was: "My friend works at the Civil Affairs Bureau! She said Pei Hanzhou just got married with a woman!"
I thought the comments would be full of doubts and questions, but when I clicked in, I saw that most of them were indeed questioning and insulting, but... they were all insulting the original poster.
Is this posting about my period? It happens every month. Try some new tricks to get replies. I'm tired of saying Pei Hanzhou doesn't like women.
I don’t know if netizens are particularly idle today. After being criticized for more than a hundred times, the OP couldn’t stand it anymore and posted a picture of his back, and then everyone was completely blown away——
[If this were Pei Hanzhou, I'd pull out my hair and use it as a shuttlecock for you to kick.]
[He's so close to a woman, it's obviously not him. Now he's cosplaying Pei Hanzhou's back to create scandal? Who's upset about his company's success? I thought only the entertainment industry played it that way.]
Almost no one thought Pei Hanzhou would actually get married. Just when Lin Luosang was about to suspect he was getting married in a dream, Pei Hanzhou's "Zaizhou Group" suddenly released an official announcement, along with a photo of their marriage certificate: [Congratulations to Mr. Pei and his wife on their marriage. Thank you for your attention. However, the wedding ceremony will not be open to the public for the time being. Please understand.]
She saw this Weibo post ten minutes later, and by then it had already exceeded 7,000 comments, a ranking only top stars deserve.
The comment section exploded:
[? ? Shocked my whole family, are they really getting married?! ?!]
【What about the one who just mentioned pulling out hair to use as a shuttlecock?】
[Stop scrolling! My roommate loves Pei Hanzhou and is crying so hard her nose is almost popping.]
[Does this handsome guy even take an unconventional approach to marriage? ]
[I'm leaving anyway. My wife is absolutely stunning, has a great figure, and is a top student who got into Berkeley at the age of 16. I'm speechless.]
#Pei Hanzhou gets married# and #Pei Hanzhou and Lin Luosang# were also on the hot searches within half an hour. Her WeChat messages were flooded with comments and her Weibo was also occupied, filled with "How to pick up a rich and handsome guy? Please write a book, sister", "If I comment, can I be as beautiful as you", and some people asked her if she prevented the Big Bang in her previous life.
So just like that, Lin Luosang was envied from the inside out by netizens.
Trapped in this subtle feeling of pleasure, she vaguely felt that, at least for now, this marriage did not seem to be a bad thing for her.
I knew Pei Hanzhou was popular among the people before, but I never thought it would be so high. It turns out that the rumored "national husband" is not in vain.
Thinking about it, she began to reflect on herself. Even if there hadn't been much progress in the past three years, how could she, a champion of a popular talent show, not even be as popular as someone outside the industry? She had to find the right opportunity to overtake others and regain her dignity as an artist.
After reading Weibo for half an hour, she realized that she needed to confirm the bridesmaids. After sending messages to Sheng Qianye and Ji Ning, she sat quietly for a long time and finally dialed a number without any remarks.
There was no response from the other end, so she called again, but still no one answered.
Probably because she was busy, she checked WeChat again and called the person whose name was marked as her brother: "Hey brother, I can't get through to Dad on the phone. When you get home, please tell him for me that I'm getting married tomorrow."
The voice on the other end pierced my eardrums: "So sudden?!"
After she had done her best to beautify the marriage, her half-brother said he would be present and would pass on the message to their father.
After hanging up, she took a few deep breaths before clicking on another number without any notes.
The other end quickly picked up the phone: "Hello, Luo Luo?"
"Mom," I said, having not contacted her for so long that I had practiced the pronunciation in my head over and over again, "Um, are you free tomorrow?"
The woman's voice was gentle: "I have a parent-teacher meeting for Tiantian tomorrow."
She bit her lower lip, her eyelids drooped slightly, and she said slowly: "It's okay, you can get busy."
"Okay, take care of yourself. It's hot these days, so remember to drink water."
"Um."
Her mother didn't even ask her what she wanted, but politely chose that side. Perhaps nothing of hers was more important than Song Tian's parents' meeting. However, since her mother had a new family, it was normal for her to prioritize that side.
She suddenly remembered that Yue Hui once asked her whether she should discuss such a big thing as marriage with her parents. At that time, she said it was not necessary. In fact, it was useless to ask. She would only get a busy tone on the phone and a polite refusal.
A response was a rare thing for her. Although Pei Hanzhou was aloof, she could always find him when she wanted to. This might be an important reason why she agreed to it at that time.
After listening to some light music to soothe her nerves, she stood up again, feeling refreshed and ready to go out and talk about work with Yue Hui.
Pei Hanzhou prepared a car for her and also gave her a little assistant.
The assistant bowed and said, "The master said that this car can be chosen at random. If you don't like it, you can change it."
The Rolls-Royce Wraith has a pink and white main color scheme with a starry sky roof. The roof is made up of thousands of optical fibers. The brightness of each "star" can be adjusted, and all are done by hand.
Even if she doesn't like it, she will fall in love with it immediately after thinking about the price.
Despite being surprised, she was still quite satisfied.
After meeting Yue Hui, he first told him about his recent activities, and then said, "Since you are not pregnant, are we still going to the Audiovisual Feast?"
He pressed his solar plexus with some embarrassment: "I found out why they invited you yesterday."
"Why?"
"Isn't it the second season now? The first season didn't make a huge splash, but the reviews were pretty good. They want to stir up some buzz for the second season. Feiyan's debut was quite popular, and they want to use you for a nostalgic look, but you're not a key artist, so you'll be eliminated soon. This was already decided, and you're just a runner-up."
"Should I go even though I know I'll be eliminated?" Libra Yue Hui was conflicted. "But this is indeed a pretty good opportunity."
To create ups and downs in the show, talent shows often feature dark horse and runner-up scenarios. Those chosen by the dark horse scenario have minimal screen time early on, but receive a significant increase in screen time later on, ultimately leading them to the top of the rankings. Runner-up scenarios, on the other hand, receive ample early publicity, but their presence is waning like a flash in the pan, or they're eliminated altogether.
Variety shows rely on editing, and what the audience can see depends entirely on what the editor wants them to see.
At that time, I felt that the invitation to the show was a bit strange. It seemed that the reason was indeed unusual. Lin Luosang slumped in his chair and thought.
What Yue Hui said made sense, but if she remembered correctly, in a popular talent show not long ago, someone was also given the script of being a runner-up. However, the other person's ability to attract fans was too strong, and the production team couldn't suppress it no matter how hard they tried. No one could convince the audience to put anyone ahead of him, so they had no choice but to listen to the market and let the person who was supposed to be a runner-up win the championship.
So being a runner-up does not mean you will die, but the probability of survival is very small. It depends on whether you have the ability to attract and retain fans, and become powerful enough to become an existence that even the dark forces can do nothing about.
Lin Luosang pondered for a moment before saying, "Let's give it a try."
Let’s see if she can write a different plot for the existing script.
The recording of "Audio-Visual Feast" will start in a while. Although it sounds annoying to say this, it is indeed a bit boring to live alone in a big villa right after separating from my roommates.
Sheng Qianye took leave for her wedding and the crew, and rushed over to accompany her that night.
Another friend in the circle, Ji Ning, also agreed to be her bridesmaid, but Ji Ning is studying dubbing abroad and will not be able to return home until tomorrow.
Sheng Qianye arrived late at night, and the first thing he did when he entered the house was sigh: "It's so big that you can hold a concert in it. So this is the simple and boring happiness of the rich. I envy you."
Pei Hanzhou is a businessman, not a philanthropist, so he is very generous to her.
He seemed to be a pretty good husband. Except for not coming home, he treated her well in every other way.
When Sheng Qianye went to take a shower, Lin Luosang received a call.
It was an unfamiliar number, but not many people knew her number, so she pressed the answer button: "Who is this?"
"I," Pei Hanzhou's deep and recognizable voice came from the other end, "I want to ask if you will be home tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night? Isn't the wedding tomorrow? What can't be said tomorrow morning?
"I should be here," she asked. "What's going on?"
The man paused for a moment, then said slowly, "I should be back tomorrow night."
"Where to go?"
"I'll go back wherever you live."
The hints were so obvious that he even had to confirm whether she was there at night when he got home. If she still didn't understand that he wanted to close the door and do some exercise, then all her years in the entertainment industry would have been in vain.
"I heard that you have work the day after tomorrow morning, so you will only stay for a few hours and then leave." She remembered the fear of being dominated by weak legs, and began to inquire about the enemy's situation indirectly to have a better idea.
The man seemed to sense what she was afraid of, and even his dull tone revealed a hint of nostalgia: "How many hours do you want me to stay?"
Her teeth chattered: "...How many hours do you want to stay?"
After what seemed like a century of waiting, she heard the man opposite her say calmly:
"Just four hours."
Didn't she just say he wasn't coming home?
Lin Luosang savored his words again on the tip of his tongue with a complicated expression, and felt a little pain on his face.
Just—four hours—right?
What's with the reluctance in that tone?
Does he think that he is quite considerate, gentle and loving?
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