Everyday Life After Returning Home

While Wei Jin was in North America, the company's projects had been progressing in an orderly fashion.

On the television side, The Infiltrator had finished filming and was in post-production. Wei Jin, the big boss, hadn't visited the set even once. If Zeng Li hadn't known he was busy making a movie, she would have suspected he'd been bewitched by North American women with their "big waves."

As for movies, the finished cut of Crazy Stone was ready, awaiting Wei Jin's return so they could pick a good release slot.

The television drama World's Finest, which the company had invested in, had also aired on Taiwan's Chinese Television in February to a good reception. In March, it had officially begun trial broadcasts on several mainland local stations, where it had performed very well. Several satellite channels had already reached out.

Drawing Sword was currently filming, and Chen Zhiming had visited the set once on Wei Jin's behalf.

His young assistant, Li Na, had come to pick him up at the airport. Once in the car, Wei Jin closed his eyes to rest; the long flight had left him a little tired.

As soon as he got home, Zeng Li threw herself at him. They hadn't seen each other in nearly three months, and she had missed Wei Jin's scent so badly she was going crazy. If she hadn't had filming duties on set, she would have flown to North America long ago.

Wei Jin held Zeng Li up by her thighs with both hands. They felt wonderful. Sister Li had a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, her face was flushed, and she was wearing a tight yoga outfit. She had been practicing yoga at home.

Zeng Li hugged Wei Jin tightly, savoring his familiar scent in a slight daze.

Just like that, Wei Jin carried Zeng Li slowly toward the bathroom...

When Wei Jin woke up, it was already noon the next day. Seeing that the beauty was still sleeping, he got up and washed quietly, then called a nearby restaurant to order takeout for two before going to his study to work.

Movie scenes flashed through his mind one after another. Wei Jin finally made his choice, and his fingers flew across the keyboard as a new script gradually took shape.

At some point, Zeng Li had gotten up and received the takeout. She had intended to call Wei Jin to eat, but when she came to the study and saw how focused he was, she couldn't help recalling the time when they had first met. A happy smile appeared on her face, and her eyes were full of love as she looked at him.

"Sister Li, you're awake? Are you hungry? The takeout's here, right? Give me a moment."

Of course Wei Jin had noticed another person entering the room.

"I'm not very hungry. I've been trying to lose weight lately."

Zeng Li hugged Wei Jin from behind and whispered in his ear.

"Writing another script? Take a few days off. Don't wear yourself out."

"Let me feel. Your figure's plump where it should be and slim where it should be. Why would you need to lose weight? I don't like it when you're too skinny."

Wei Jin turned around and felt Zeng Li all over, then whispered in her ear:

"Besides, you know what my stamina's like. If I don't write some scripts, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle me. I wonder who it was last night..."

"You're really... Don't say it... Or you can forget about it from now on."

Remembering what had happened last night, Zeng Li felt embarrassed and annoyed.

The two of them then went to the living room, laughing and joking, and began eating lunch.

That afternoon, Zeng Li tugged Wei Jin along for a stroll, saying he needed some rest.

Wei Jin figured there was no rush with the project anyway, so he agreed.

Dressed like a young couple, they sauntered out of the residential complex. It really was rather pleasant.

They walked and stopped along the way, with no destination in mind, simply going wherever they pleased. Wei Jin felt a touch of ease.

"Hello, excuse me, are you Shangguan Haitang?"

A voice behind them interrupted Wei Jin and Zeng Li's leisurely outing.

Zeng Li turned around and saw a young woman in her twenties speaking with a southern accent.

"Hello, I'm Zeng Li. I did play Shangguan Haitang."

"It really is you! So your name is Zeng Li. I'll remember that. Could you give me your autograph?"

The young woman was a little excited. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a palm-sized sticky note.

"World's Finest shouldn't be airing in Beijing, should it? How do you know me?"

The drama had been a gift from Wei Jin, and Zeng Li had been keeping close track of its broadcast, hence the question.

"I'm from Guangdong. A local station back home aired it over the past couple of months. You were so good in it, and so beautiful! A bunch of my girlfriends really like you too. Oh, could you sign a few more for me? And take a photo together?"

"Of course."

Zeng Li was delighted to meet a true fan. Heaven knew that, after several years in the business, this was the first time a fan had stopped her on the street for an autograph. It was all thanks to her young boyfriend, and Sister Li was already thinking about how to reward her man that night.

As they continued their stroll, Zeng Li was noticeably happier. It seemed fame really did bring happiness.

That evening, Wei Jin was focused on writing the script in his study. The post-production visual effects for this script would take too long, and if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't have a movie coming out this year.

"Husband, it's time to rest."

A seductive voice sounded at the door. Wei Jin looked up and saw Sister Li leaning against the doorframe, wearing his favorite set of pajamas.

What cadre could withstand such temptation? To hell with writing.

That night, Wei Jin was treated like an emperor.

While living a shamelessly uninhibited life with Zeng Li, Wei Jin also made time to meet with the people from the game studio and assigned them a project. Afterward, he pulled himself together and threw himself back into work.

At ten one morning, Wei Jin received a call from Huang Bai, who said he and Ning Hao wanted to come over and discuss the movie's release date. Since he had rested enough anyway, Wei Jin arranged to meet them at the company.

When he arrived, the young woman at the front desk was on the phone. Judging by her tone, Wei Jin guessed the person on the other end was probably her boyfriend.

"Ahem."

"Ah, hello, Manager Wei."

The receptionist looked panicked and hurriedly hung up. Her face flushed slightly, as though she were trying to think of an excuse for her boss.

"Don't be nervous. It's not like I eat people. At most, I'll just fine you."

Wei Jin spoke in a teasing tone. He had nothing better to do and was lightening his mood.

"Manager Wei, I won't do it again. Could you please not fine me?"

The receptionist looked pitiful, on the verge of tears. As it happened, Wei Jin really couldn't bear to see a young woman crying.

"Forget it. Just don't do it again. You're so young—why bother with romance? Aren't promotions and raises better?"

Wei Jin brushed the incident aside and immediately started brainwashing his employee again. Ever since becoming a capitalist, he had grown increasingly skilled at this sort of thing.

Striding with such swagger that he wouldn't recognize his own family, Wei Jin marched into his office. Before long, his assistant Li Na knocked and came in, setting the documents in her hands on his desk.

"Manager Wei, all of the revenue shares for Those Years have arrived. The theater chains were reasonably prompt with the settlement. Please take a look and sign, so accounting can record it."

As the company developed, Li Na had taken on more administrative secretarial work as his assistant. Wei Jin had long planned to hire another assistant to his liking, but he hadn't found a suitable candidate yet.

"All right. Oh, Huang Bai and Ning Hao will be coming by later. Tell the receptionist to bring them straight to me."

Wei Jin glanced at the documents and signed his name.

"Okay, Manager Wei."