After leaving Qingxiao Hall, Lu Wen and Qu Yanting went back to Linxie. Without the master's careful care these few days, Commander Huang didn't look thin at all.
Lu Wen carried the cat around to the balcony and said, "Wow, the other half of the flowers are dying too."
Qu Yanting heard one ear, and said annoyedly: "Go back today by yourself, I won't go to Nanwan anymore."
"Don't!" Lu Wen sprinted into the study, and the reason came quickly, "You have lived here for several years, does Zeng Zhen know? What if he lets the reporter secretly take pictures of us?"
Qu Yanting tidied up the accumulated documents and said, "Why are you secretly taking pictures when you're gone?"
Lu Wen walked around behind the table, and said again: "Now is an extraordinary time, can you rest assured that I am at home by myself? The whole universe is scolding me, are you afraid that I will be overwhelmed?"
Qu Yanting asked, "Is it okay to have claypot rice for lunch?"
"Then I'll eat chicken drumsticks." Lu Wen said, "I'll add an old soup."
Qu Yanting picked up the folder, slapped Lu Wen hard on the buttocks, and said, "You still can't think about it? My flowers are all dead, and you bloom the most brilliantly."
Lu Wen was embarrassed to make a fuss, so he threw away Commander Huang, and cleaned up with Qu Yanting at the table. He had never seen so many documents before. He curiously opened one and found that it was project information.
Qu Yanting ordered Yu Nan to send the backup, and said: "These are film and television drama projects that the studio participated in, and the progress is different. You can see if you like it another day."
Lu Wen closed the book in his hand and refused: "I don't want to read it, there are too many words."
Joking aside, Qu Yanting understands Lu Wen's recent mood, because going from high to low is a process that requires acceptance and adaptation. He said, "Then I will help you choose, just because I understand it better."
Lu Wen still refused: "No."
Qu Yanting asked, "Why?"
"I don't have a movie to shoot, so you just give me the project from the studio, but now I'm an 'industry cancer'. I don't want to destroy your principles, and I don't want you to embarrass your employees and partners."
Qu Yanting couldn't see how wronged Lu Wen was, and retorted: "Who said you are a cancer? Be obedient and stop paying attention to public opinion. As for my principles, they are very important, but far less important than you."
Lu Wen rolled his Adam's apple: "Your words are enough, even if you fall to the bottom of the valley for the rest of your life, it doesn't matter."
Wearing slippers without heels, Qu Yanting lightly tiptoed and kissed Lu Wen's forehead with a snap. His body lightened suddenly, and Lu Wen pinched his waist and lifted him off the ground.
His butt was pressed against the desk, and Qu Yanting was still sitting still, but was blocked by Lu Wen's arms on the desk, one left and one right, and he raised his face: "I haven't finished tidying up yet, don't mess around."
Lu Wen propped himself up on the table: "Fuck it up, who made the trouble just now?"
Qu Yanting lowered her eyes slightly, and her gaze easily penetrated into Lu Wen's open neckline, a new custom-made shirt, and a faint scent of creed Amalfi garden perfume around her neck. She dressed up all morning, just to show off when she met Zeng Zhen.
Never knowing that childishness can also make people's hearts flutter, Qu Yanting poked the button on Lu Wen/'s chest. Lu Wen grabbed him and began to settle accounts: "So besides Zeng Zhen, there are many female classmates who liked you in college?"
Qu Yanting hesitated and said: "...don't believe what he said."
"It's late." Lu Wen confessed in a low voice, "When he said it, I was already madly jealous outside."
Qu Yanting blushed infrequently, and at this moment she couldn't help but blush. The bright and scorching sun was raging at noon, Lu Wen kissed without hesitation, from shallow to deep, torturing the desk with noise.
Until leaving from Linxie, the temperature on Qu Yanting's cheeks did not drop. He hugged Commander Huang and sat in the co-pilot without moving a finger. Lu Wenqing even fastened the seat belt for him.
After starting the engine, Lu Wen was so satisfied that he had nothing to say: "Do you still eat claypot rice?"
Qu Yanting pulled down the visor: "Fuck you."
Lu Wen giggled, seeing Qu Yanting ignoring him for a long time, he pressed his hand to his lower abdomen and rubbed it, and got down to business: "Teacher Qu, when are we going to make a movie?"
Qu Yanting looked more like a lazy cat than Commander Huang, and closed his eyes: "I don't know."
"Why don't you know?" Lu Wen poked his neck, "You have already talked to Zeng Zhen, you have to shoot."
Qu Yanting murmured, "It's not that simple to make a movie. From photography to scene recording, a core team of hundreds of people, shooting experience, audience reputation, nothing."
Lu Wen slowed down worriedly: "It's so complicated, but you feel very confident when you say it?"
Qu Yanting's eyelashes trembled, and he said vaguely: "... Let's show your momentum first."
Back in Nanwan, we had lunch and afternoon tea together. Sister Lingling understood that they had a lot of troubles recently and couldn't help them, so she worked hard on eating and drinking in different ways.
Knowing that Qu Yanting had lived in Sichuan, he specially prepared a table of surprises. Except for sugar oil fruit and ice powder, they were all spicy and bright red authentic Sichuan dishes. These days without appetite, Qu Yanting finally became greedy, and his saliva was about to drop.
Before he was seated, Lu Wenyi said sternly, "No, Mr. Qu can't eat spicy, oily or iced food today."
Qu Yanting was so regretful that her guts were green because of the ups and downs in Lin Xie's study... Sure enough, she couldn't control her man, and she would eventually have to pay the price.
However, Sister Lingling knew everything, so she reacted quickly: "It's okay, I'm going to prepare something light right away."
Qu Yanting bit the bullet and drank a bowl of sweet porridge. He was too tired to hold on, and couldn't hold back his face, so he went upstairs to take a nap.
The standing clock by the wall announced the time. Lu Wen wiped his mouth, picked up Commander Huang and held it in his arms, and walked two steps back to take a bunch of sugar oil and fruits. He walked to the porch with an idle look, and greeted the two cars that were slowly approaching.
A group of elites in suits and leather shoes came down, Lu Wen took a closer look and said in surprise: "Uncle Zheng, why are you here?"
After the accident, Lao Zheng has been paying attention, and walked over and said, "Come and see you, and join in the fun by the way."
Lu Wen smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'll take a vacation when I'm free."
Old Zheng looked at him with eyes full of relief: "You still call people for meetings every day during the holiday?"
A group of people rushed to the reception room in the east building. Lu Wen didn't say so many rules, and asked everyone to sit down casually. These people are all the management of Wenjia Fund, and they are very familiar with them.
From donating the remuneration of "The First Night", Lu Wen began to get in touch with the operation of the foundation. On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he promised at his mother's grave that he would take over the management of the Wenjia Fund in the future.
Old Zheng sat aside, not asking about official business, temporarily being a worried elder, asking: "Xiaowen, what are you going to do?"
"Nothing to do, let's deal with it coldly." Lu Wen's thinking was very clear, "I did hit someone, and I will suffer all the consequences. The response from the public is nothing more than an apology and apology. Go ahead and dream."
Talking like a sword, Lao Zheng saw that the grown-up child would suffer this. He said: "Is it too passive? We can also find the media to deal with it."
Lu Wen denied: "No, any news about me may arouse even greater rebellion. In the popular saying, I am already dirty in the eyes of the public. If I can't wash it off, it will only become more and more black."
Old Zheng laughed: "You know it quite well, but you can't keep being so dark."
Lu Wen raised his eyebrows pretending to be handsome, and said in a low and evil voice, "Only Zeng Zhen is also dirty, dirtier than me. If you compare it, then I will look white."
This is a set of rogue principles, but it works. It's like beating a famous director is infuriating, but beating a scumbag, the consequences are definitely different.
Old Zheng understood, and said, "However, Zeng Zhen's image has been improving for so many years, and with the halo of being a famous director, there was a public welfare news just before the press conference."
It was only later that Lu Wen realized that Zeng Zhen had imagined every outcome, and the public welfare news he released was a foreshadowing in advance. Once he made a scene at the press conference and turned his face, the public's likes and dislikes would be magnified countless times.
Using public welfare to achieve the goal, playing tricks on funding, using charity to help Jin Yanyu save word of mouth before the movie is released... Lu Wen guessed that, so far, Zeng Zhen has used charity as a tool for many years. There will never be only three times.
Old Zheng asked: "So you secretly checked the book Shadow Foundation?"
Lu Wen admitted: "Zeng Zhen doesn't care much about the affairs of the book shadowers. It won't be too troublesome to search targetedly from the promotional drafts he has sent in the past. Even if other things are not counted, those who played tricks on funding back then Things have to be dug out too.”
At the beginning, it was Lao Zheng who was in charge of investigating Qu Yanting. He suddenly understood and said, "You are for..."
Lu Wen nodded: "Uncle Zheng, it's not difficult to hit Zeng Zhen, but when it comes to Mr. Qu's privacy and pain, I would rather be banned than explain a word, so I can only start from this aspect."
"You." Old Zheng sighed, "Does your father know?"
Lu Wen said: "It doesn't matter whether my dad knows or not, I can't let Teacher Qu know for the time being."
Nominally, the Book Shadow Foundation is jointly owned by Zeng Zhen and Wang Mingyu. Lu Wen has considered that if it affects Wang Mingyu, Qu Yanting will definitely be embarrassed, so he might as well keep it a secret.
He said: "If it really affects Wang Bian, I don't want to make Mr. Qu feel guilty, just let me be the villain."
Lao Zheng said distressedly: "Investigation takes time. If there is no result in one day, you will be blamed for one day?"
Lu Wen stroked the cat gently, but his tone was firm: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world. If Zeng Zhen did it, I believe it will be found out. If it doesn't work for ten days, it will be one month. If it doesn't work for one month, it will be one year, or three years." , Five years, let's see who can survive."
Old Zheng's eyes showed astonishment. He looked at Lu Wen in disbelief at this moment, from the brat who was enthusiastic about everything since he was a child, to the frizzy boy, and then to the immature man.
"No matter what." Lu Wen said, "I will ruin Zeng Zhen's reputation."
Qu Yanting fell asleep lying on his side, the bedroom curtains were not drawn, and the projected/incoming light changed several times, gradually turning into strands of orange-red. He woke up in the afterglow of the setting sun, and subconsciously reached out to stroke the other pillow.
There was the sound of a car driving away in the garden. Qu Yanting tried to take a look, but after a slight movement, he fell back on the bed with a sore back. Soon there were footsteps, and Lu Wen tiptoedly opened the door with Commander Huang in his arms.
Qu Yanting smiled and said, "I'm awake."
Only then did Lu Wen take a big stride, and said happily: "I hugged Commander Huang all afternoon, and now he doesn't bark his teeth at me, and even winks at me."
Qu Yanting leaned forward and sat up, and said sadly: "You should throw it away quickly, look at the hair on your body."
Lu Wen obediently threw the cat away, sat on the edge of the bed and opened his hands, asking Qu Yanting to clean it with a roller. The phone slid out of the trouser pocket, the meeting was muted, and the screen lit up to receive a hotspot push notification.
The two of them were tired of the Internet, and no one paid any attention to it. After the hair was glued, Qu Yanting lay down in Lu Wen's arms with a lingering sleepiness, and watched the sunset on the bed with his face sideways.
The room gradually became dark, only Lu Wen's cell phone flickered frantically.
"A lot of news."
"It's okay, it's probably Mingzi and the others."
"Is your friend worried about you?"
"I'm afraid I'll be depressed, posting funny GIFs every day, it's annoying to death."
Qu Yanting said in his heart, counting you as funny, but also finding him annoying. With a buzzing sound, his phone vibrated beside his pillow, and then he received more than a dozen messages.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Wen's mobile phone received a call from Sun Xiaojian.
They looked at each other, feeling that it was unusual, but what can they do if they are in such a field... It can't be that the bed photo was exposed, right
Lu Wen pressed the speakerphone and held the phone between each other: "Hello?"
Sun Xiaojian can make people deaf: "Fuck me! You read the latest headlines! Hurry up!"
After hanging up, Lu Wen and Qu Yanting got together and logged on to Weibo, feeling even more stuck than the day the news of his assault broke out, and the headlines and trending searches were already dominated by Zeng Zhen's name.
Lu Wen didn't have time to read the text, so he clicked on the video in the headline news, it was a surveillance video in the elevator—
Zeng Zhen faced the camera, and the other person turned his back. The two of them did not know what to say, but Zeng Zhen hugged each other and bowed his head to kiss for a while.
The other person was wearing a coat and hat, and he couldn't recognize who it was at all, but the clothing and figure were enough to tell that it was a man.
Lu Wen was stunned for a minute: "This, this looks like Sophie's elevator?"
Qu Yanting also came back to his senses: "Zeng Zhen's clothes... seem to be the day of the press conference?"
Lu Wen looked at it again. The press conference was in the morning. In Sophie's elevator, the other party's black coat and hat were shorter than him.
After a sudden, only surprise remained, and he said, "...it's Jin Yanyu."
The phone rang again, Lu Wen opened WeChat, and Lian Yiming asked him if he had seen the news. His head was dizzy, and he dialed it directly and asked, "Mingzi, did you send the surveillance?"
Lian Yiming said: "I don't have the time to pay attention to monitoring all the time. Even if I do, I have to follow the industry rules and not infringe on the privacy of the parties at will."
"Then why..."
Lian Yiming said: "If the person involved calls the monitoring and wants to send it by himself, of course I am willing to help."
Lu Wen's eyes widened: "You mean... it was Jin Yanyu who exploded himself?!"
"I don't know the details." Lian Yiming said, "But he asked me to tell you a few words."
Lu Wen was stunned, remembering that Jin Yanyu said he owed him an apology that day, and asked, "What?"
Lian Yiming told: "Jin Yanyu said—Da Hui, now the two are settled."