Chapter 14

Of course Ao Qingyuan understood. But he always felt Wenren Yan was different. From the bottom of his heart, Ao Qingyuan believed that he and Wenren Yan could have become good friends.

"How's that new friend you made?" After the meeting, Steven followed Wenren Yan into his office, smiling as he fished for information.

After a week of maneuvering, Zhao Zhao had finally been "angered" by Wenren Yan into submitting his resignation. Everything was now in place; all they had to do was wait for the other side to walk into the trap.

So everyone was in a fairly good mood. Steven even had the leisure to pry into Wenren Yan's private life.

"The reason you suddenly went off to act... it wasn't to get to know Ao Qingyuan, was it?" Steven boldly ventured a guess, then cautiously sought confirmation. "But I'm curious. If all you wanted was to meet him, there were plenty of other ways. You could've invited Ao Qingyuan to be the spokesperson for one of Wenren Group's brands, or sponsored one of his shows. Why choose such a troublesome method?"

Wenren Yan said nothing. Instead, he changed the subject. "Do you know Jiang Wenshan?"

Steven raised a brow in confusion.

Wenren Yan said, "Over the past week, someone has been buying up Wenren Group stock in large quantities."

Steven suddenly understood. "This Jiang Wenshan?"

Wenren Yan nodded. "Look into him. Find out exactly where Jiang Wenshan came from."

Steven was a little puzzled. "With the old chairman's connections and background, shouldn't it be easy to find out?"

Wenren Yan merely looked at Steven without speaking.

Because of the disagreement between father and son over the Wenren Heavy Industry project, Wenren Yan and Wenren Jing had rarely discussed business lately. But that did not mean Wenren Yan did not care about the enterprise his father had built from scratch, especially not changes on this level in the stock market.

Steven understood. "Got it. I'll send someone to investigate immediately."

"I'm leaving it to you." Wenren Yan checked the time as he spoke, then picked up his suit jacket and the plane ticket he had asked his secretary to book earlier, preparing to get off work.

Steven trailed after him step for step, still wanting to satisfy that bit of curiosity in his heart. "You're flying back to Hengdian? You really intend to go back and keep acting?"

Wenren Yan shot Steven a sidelong glance. "What do you want to ask?"

"Did you join that production just for Ao Qingyuan?"

Wenren Yan looked at Steven but did not answer. With their years of tacit understanding, Steven got it at once. He could not help sighing. "I knew it. I said you wouldn't suddenly decide to act for no reason. You went to all this trouble... don't tell me you're trying to pursue him?"

Wenren Yan was perfectly open about it. "What if I am?"

Steven was instantly stunned. "No way? I was joking."

"I wasn't," Wenren Yan said.

Author's note:

The General Transmigrates into a Green Tea Bitch is an upcoming novel. If you're interested, please add it to your collection, little angels!

After dying on the battlefield, Su Bai transmigrated.

He became a vicious cannon-fodder green tea bitch in a novel about a scumbag top and a pathetic bottom.

This green tea bitch constantly sowed discord and drove wedges between the scumbag top and pathetic bottom. After the truth came out, he was despised by everyone and even thrown out of the house by his parents.

The ever-frank General Su, who had never even drunk green tea: "..."

Rumor had it that the infamous green tea Su Bai had turned over a new leaf and started afresh!

He no longer interfered in other people's relationships and had diligently gone off to start a business.

Someone said, "I heard President Su is starting a business. I'd like to discuss a big deal with President Su."

Su Bai asked, "What deal?"

Someone said, "Marry me, and I'll give you half my property."

Su Bai shuddered. "Get lost!"

Chapter 14

After handling his work, Wenren Yan returned to the production team at the first opportunity.

After not seeing each other for days, Wenren Yan had thought Ao Qingyuan would greet him warmly and show that he had missed him. Instead, Ao Qingyuan acted as though he had not seen him at all. He deliberately turned his head away, his blank expression practically declaring, "I don't want to talk to you." His haughty sulking was obvious.

After thinking it over briefly, Wenren Yan knew exactly how he had offended the big star. He immediately moved closer and explained gently, "Something came up at the company, so I took emergency leave. I forgot to tell you. Sorry."

Ao Qingyuan pressed his lips together and said gloomily, "No need." Wenren Yan was nothing to him. They had only spent a few days together. In Wenren Yan's eyes, he probably did not even count as an ordinary friend. And if he did not count, what was there to apologize for?

Ao Qingyuan felt sour inside, filled with the grievance of I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon could not care less about me.

In all his life, he had never encountered anyone so indifferent.

Maybe it was just as his aunt had said: he and Wenren Yan belonged to two different worlds. He regarded being an actor and singer as his lifelong career, while Wenren Yan was a Stanford graduate who never forgot to trade stocks even while waiting around on set. Wenren Yan's eye and methods for the stock market were so formidable that he would definitely become an investor someday. Although Ao Qingyuan did not know why Wenren Yan had come to act, he would not even show his face when filming. Clearly, he had never intended to make a name for himself in the industry.

"You two can't get along." By the end, Ji Jie delivered her conclusion with absolute certainty. "He's already an adult. You're still a child who only thinks about playing games. Maybe he thinks you're immature."

Am I immature?

Ao Qingyuan was indignant. Were people who played games automatically immature? He worked very hard too, okay? Besides, whenever the two of them went out together, hadn't they always had fun?

Ao Qingyuan repeatedly recalled the moments they had spent together. Then he realized that most of the time, Wenren Yan had been indulging him, quietly listening to him talk, while rarely revealing his own personal feelings.

Could it really be that I'm too immature?

Ao Qingyuan thought about it and felt a little hurt. Then he decided it could not possibly be his fault. After all, plenty of people around him were more immature than he was, and Ao Qingyuan considered himself fairly mature. After considering it from every angle, it had to be that Wenren Yan's IQ was simply too high. Someone who got into Stanford at sixteen was not merely mature—it was precocious!