At seven in the morning, Ji Yanzhi had just picked up his phone after getting out of bed when someone knocked on his door.
"Young master, are you awake?"
"Come in."
The butler pushed the door open and stopped at the bedroom entrance. "You have a guest. He's been waiting downstairs for over half an hour."
This early? Ji Yanzhi frowned in puzzlement. "Who is it?"
"Mr. Lu, Lu Yanchu."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ji Yanzhi burst out laughing.
Baffled by his laughter, the butler asked, "Young master, what's wrong?"
Ji Yanzhi cleared his throat and suppressed his smile. "Nothing. Please keep him company for now. I'll be down shortly."
Lu Yanchu sat on the sofa for another fifteen minutes or so before Ji Yanzhi finally came downstairs.
Lu Yanchu made his living in show business, after all. Whenever Ji Yanzhi saw him, he always looked elegant and immaculate.
Today, however, Lu Yanchu's hair clearly hadn't been styled, his clothes looked thrown together, and even his eyes were visibly bloodshot.
Ji Yanzhi laughed mercilessly. "Looks like that novel was quite a read. Kept you up all night, did it?"
Lu Yanchu said nothing. The answer was obvious.
Ji Yanzhi sent the butler away, and the two of them took their seats on the sofas.
"Ask whatever you want to know."
Lu Yanchu wasn't Qin Zaiye. He had encountered all kinds of scripts, including, of course, the novel tropes currently in fashion.
But understanding them was one thing. Having them apply to his own life still felt unreal and absurd.
After a long while, Lu Yanchu finally spoke slowly. "Before-I mean, before Ji Ting changed-did you ever notice anything wrong with Ling Xi?"
Ji Yanzhi's expression abruptly turned cold. "What do you mean, before Ji Ting changed? Ji