Wen Feiran frowned slightly. "No, I really am going to sleep."
"But no one else has entered this room. I locked the door after bringing you in." The assistant stood in front of Wen Feiran, arms crossed, looking down at him. "You're the only outsider in this room. How could the ring just disappear?"
"You, you suspect I stole it?!" Wen Feiran had just woken up, and her emotions were still dulled.
The assistant, with a cold expression, shrugged. "I'm just making a reasonable guess. This jewelry is sponsored by a brand and costs at least eight figures. And you, Teacher Wen, are a newcomer with no works or fans, and your family doesn't seem to be well-off. I'm not doubting you; I just think this is quite rare for you."
"You..." Wen Feiran's first reaction was not anger, but disbelief.
The assistant's attitude was drastically different before and after; he was inconsistent both internally and externally, as if he were a completely different person.
His emotions were boiling, like sulfuric acid corroding his heart, coursing through his blood to his limbs. Wen Feiran took a deep breath, trying to resolve the situation rationally. "There should be surveillance cameras in the room; you can check them."
"Excuse me, this is a private lounge. There are no security cameras inside." The assistant's attitude was clear; he already considered Wen Feiran a thief, looking at him disdainfully. "To resolve this matter, please let me check your pockets. If you don't cooperate, I'll call the police. It'll make a lot of trouble. You've only just started to gain some fame; you don't want to be blacklisted, do you?"
Wen Feiran rarely confronted people directly, but this time she was so angry at the rude attitude that her hands trembled. "What evidence do you have to prove that I stole the ring and that I'm blacklisted? Aren't you afraid of losing your job by framing people so casually?!"
The assistant, emboldened by who-knows-where, let out a soft "Ouch!" feigning surprise, but her tone was contemptuous. "You're not famous, yet you start acting like a big shot. I really want to show your supporters what kind of person you are."
Wen Feiran: "..."
Sometimes I really hate myself for being too civilized. If it were a street thug, I would have slapped his stinking mouth by now!
Wen Feiran was furious and immediately took out her phone. "Fine, then call the police."
Seeing Wen Feiran's actions, the assistant was stunned, "You..."
Wen Feiran had already entered the number when his assistant rudely lunged at him to snatch Wen Feiran phone. Caught off guard, Wen Feiran lost his balance and fell, crashing into a small table next to the sofa. A sharp pain spread through him, and he couldn't help but gasp.
Just as things were getting chaotic, the door to the lounge suddenly opened, and Song Lindi stood helplessly in the doorway, asking, "What are you doing?"
The assistant immediately stood up. He had just bumped into Wen Feiran, but instead of feeling guilty, he looked at Song Lindi with a wronged expression.
"Lin Di, your ring is lost, which will cause problems with the subsequent filming. I'm worried about you too. Besides, my request isn't unreasonable. Teacher Wen will be staying in this room the whole time, so she should prove her innocence. Otherwise, she might be burdened with unwarranted accusations, which wouldn't be good."
Song Lindi frowned, her gaze shifting between the two of them. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
The assistant explained the whole story in a few words, but didn't mention his terrible attitude at all, acting as if it was for everyone's good.
Song Lindi nodded thoughtfully, then said seriously, "Even if it's in this house, it doesn't prove that Feiran stole the ring. If you keep making baseless accusations, I'll get angry with you!"
The assistant, seemingly unconcerned, tugged at Song Lindi's sleeve. "I know you're kind and good to everyone, but this matter concerns our cooperation with the Gu Corporation. If we're held accountable, none of us can afford the consequences. Besides, I don't suspect him; I just want Teacher Wen to prove himself. This is also for his innocence."
Song Lindi hesitated. Wen Feiran, not wanting her assistant to further confuse the matter, said, holding her phone, "The three of us can't figure this out. Let's call the police and see how they handle it. If things aren't as you think, you must apologize to me!"
Seeing that Wen Feiran was about to call the police again, the assistant rushed over in a fit of rage, Song Lindi was a step too slow and couldn't stop him.
Wen Feiran's lower back was still throbbing with an electric shock-like pain, but he kept enduring it. When he saw Song Lindi about to bump into him again, his pupils constricted and his face changed. He tried to dodge, but the space in front of the sofa was too small, and Wen Feiran's movements were too large. He tripped over his leg, lost his balance, and fell forward uncontrollably.
Wen Feiran instinctively closed his eyes, but instead of a hard ground, his body unexpectedly stopped in mid-air as a pair of strong, warm hands supported his shoulders.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Wen Feiran looked up blankly at the kind person.
... Is there something wrong with his eyes, or is he hallucinating?
Wen Feiran frowned slightly, squinting at the man so close to her, her expression filled with doubt, her thoughts almost written all over her face.
"Are you alright?" The two were standing too close. His deep, magnetic voice echoed in her ear, making her chest tremble.
Wen Feiran then came to her senses, her eyes widening in surprise.
After Gu Suian very gentlemanly withdrew his hand, but there was only one step between them. This was not the safe social distance between strangers. This small gesture seemed to be pulling Wen Feiran into his territory.
Wen Feiran continued to follow Gu Suian with her eyes, her brain unable to keep up.
Why did Gu Suian suddenly appear here? He seemed to have chuckled briefly before speaking; was he smiling at him?
Wen Feiran turned to look at Song Lindi standing behind him and suddenly understood.
The two of them knew each other before, and they were probably nodding to Song Lindi in greeting.
Gu Suian's appearance occupied all of Wen Feiran's thoughts, making him temporarily forget the previous discord. It wasn't until Gu Suian turned around and glanced at him, his expression seemingly filled with helplessness, that Wen Feiran forgot about the assistant he had left aside.