Chapter One Hundred
Li Wenchuan had never expected something like this to happen after he left. He had always thought cats were aloof creatures. Though Jingyue had been close to him, perhaps that was all it had been—closeness. He had not expected such a wistful ending.
Jiang Hansheng said he had taken Jingyue to the prince's residence, but from those scattered details, Li Wenchuan still had no idea what exactly had happened in his dream.
If the dream had been real, how lonely must Jiang Hansheng have been back then? He did not dare imagine it.
Holding the cat as he leaned against the chair, they began discussing their recent work plans.
Li Wenchuan said, "He Meng brought me three scripts a few days ago: a spy drama, an urban drama, and a fantasy drama. They're all pretty good. She wanted me to choose one of the first two. Those were roles other people wanted me to take."
"You definitely chose the third one. The release schedules for Shadow and Chasing Light aren't favorable, and people like shipping CPs these days." There were already countless fan pairings of him and Jiang Hansheng online, and one video site was packed with fan edits.
"You saw those scripts too?" Li Wenchuan was surprised. The Crown Prince Goes on Strike had already been an exceptionally out-of-character choice for Jiang Hansheng. There was no way he would act in another television drama.
An orange cat kept rubbing against Jiang Hansheng's leg. He scooped it up into his arms, unscrewed a container of cat treats, and fed it a few pieces.
"Of course I was keeping an eye out for you. He Meng doesn't have enough experience." He knew He Meng meant well, but compared to his own agent, she was far too lacking. He