Chapter 17

Speaking of which, Wenren Jing remembered something else. "The market's such a mess right now. Has your company been affected?"

Wenren Yan shook his head. "Not much. In the few months since I returned to the country, Yan Feng Capital hasn't invested much in concept stocks. Most of our investments have been in industrial groups whose market value was seriously undervalued. The market's downturn means we can't count on short-term returns, but our investments are all long-term. I can afford to wait out these losses."

Wenren Jing nodded. After a moment's thought, he asked, "So are you still going back to that set to act?"

Wenren Yan smiled. "You have to see things through to the end."

"I heard that the capital groups that targeted you before also suffered heavy losses in this market downturn," Wenren Jing said.

Wenren Jing knew his son well. He might seem mild-mannered, but he never let a grudge go. He didn't believe that, with the market in this state, his son wouldn't take advantage of the situation to get even. Besides, from what he knew, that kid Zhao Zhao had already infiltrated the enemy's ranks.

Wenren Yan smiled. "There's no rush."

Wenren Jing shook his head and muttered something. Wenren Yan didn't catch it, so Wenren Jing repeated himself. "Come to your dad if you need anything. Here in the country, I still have better connections than you."

Wenren Yan smiled. "Thank you, Father."

After a pause, Wenren Yan suddenly said, "If I have time, can I bring a friend home?"

A father knew his son best. Wenren Jing immediately asked, "That big star you're acting with?"

Wenren Yan nodded.

Wenren Jing's gaze instantly darkened. "You've decided? He's the one?"

Wenren Yan nodded.

Wenren Jing was silent for a long time, still somewhat reluctant to accept it. "You're really sure?"

Wenren Yan nodded again.

Wenren Jing let out a long sigh. His son had come out to him and his wife when he'd gone abroad to study, but since he'd been busy with school and work all these years and hadn't rushed into dating anyone, the couple hadn't taken it too seriously. They'd assumed he'd said it on a whim during adolescence.

Unfortunately, Wenren Yan had never been one to speak carelessly, even as a child.

After agonizing over it for a long while, Wenren Jing finally said helplessly, "Then bring him home so we can meet him."

Author's Note:

I've got a novel called The General Transmigrates into a Green Tea Bitch coming up. If you're interested, please add it to your collection!

After dying on the battlefield, Su Bai transmigrated—

into the vicious, scheming green tea bitch in a scum gong-and-abused shou novel.

The green tea bitch kept stirring up trouble between the scum gong and the abused shou. When his schemes were exposed, everyone despised him, and even his parents kicked him out.

Su Bai, a general who had always been open and aboveboard and had never even drunk green tea: "..."

Word around the industry was that the famous green tea Su Bai had turned over a new leaf!

He stopped interfering in other people's relationships and threw himself into building his own business.

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

Su Bai asked, "What deal?"

Someone replied, "Marry me, and I'll give you half my fortune."

Su Bai shuddered. "Get lost! (ノ｀Д)ノ"

Chapter 17

By July, filming for Immortal-Demon Duel was nearing its end. Wenren Yan and Ao Qingyuan had grown closer and closer. On the last day of filming, the crew held a wrap party. Despite his busy schedule, Yan Donglin made time to come and treat everyone. In truth, he didn't stay long. As the boss of Canghai Media and the investor and producer of Immortal-Demon Duel, Yan Donglin's lingering at the party made everyone, including the director and actors, uncomfortable. So he had a few symbolic drinks, handed out wrap gifts, and left.

Before he went, he couldn't resist teasing Wenren Yan. "You little actor who got in through the back door, want the big boss to give you a ride?"

Wenren Yan glanced at Yan Donglin. Ao Qingyuan was also looking at Wenren Yan, his eyes inexplicably full of expectation. For some reason, he didn't want Wenren Yan to leave with Yan Donglin. Ao Qingyuan frowned, puzzled by this strange thought, but before he could figure it out, Wenren Yan waved Yan Donglin away. "You go on ahead."

Yan Donglin raised an eyebrow and eyed Wenren Yan suspiciously. It was one thing for the kid to inexplicably decide to act, but now filming was over and he was still hanging around. There was definitely something going on.

Wenren Yan looked perfectly composed. The uncle and nephew stared at each other for a good while before Yan Donglin nodded. "All right, then. Enjoy yourself. Have a good time."

Ao Qingyuan suddenly felt his mood lift, and the corner of his mouth curled up without him meaning to.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone headed home in high spirits. The little assistant helped Ao Qingyuan, whose cheeks were flushed from drinking, back toward the hotel. They'd just reached the entrance when Wenren Yan whisked away the person the assistant had been supporting.

The little assistant stared at Wenren Yan, baffled.

Ao Qingyuan grinned and rubbed his head against the hollow of Wenren Yan's neck. He waved cheerfully at his assistant. "You go! Go on! I'm going out to have fun with Wenren Yan."

In his drunken haze, Ao Qingyuan accidentally let Wenren Yan's real name slip. The little assistant's eyes widened in shock. Everyone knew that Yan Donglin's Canghai Media was the biggest investor in the show, and everyone knew about the marriage ties between the Yan family and Wenren Group. When Wenren Yan had first joined the crew under the false name "Yan Shu," everyone had speculated that he might be related to the Yan family through marriage. Now that Ao Qingyuan had said Wenren Yan's real name, the connections between everyone involved were easy to piece together.

With his identity exposed, Wenren Yan didn't seem to care. He put the tipsy big cat straight into the car and told the driver to set off.

More than two hours later, the car arrived at the seaside. Wenren Yan woke Ao Qingyuan, who had fallen asleep, and asked gently, "I'd like to take you out to sea. Would you like that?"

Ao Qingyuan mumbled an answer, still half-asleep. Wenren Yan smiled and helped him onto the boat.

Early the next morning, when Ao Qingyuan woke up, he was already surrounded by an endless expanse of ocean.