Song Shi'an drifted off to sleep again, but soon heard the door open.
He burrowed deeper into the blankets and said in a hoarse voice, " Lin Fan, did you fly here?"
A woman's voice came from outside the covers; it sounded vaguely familiar, "Can you get up? I'll take you to the hospital."
Song Shi'an suddenly opened his eyes, yanked off the blanket, and exclaimed, "Holy crap!!! I saw a ghost!!"
Shen Lingshu stood by his bedside, wearing a beige suit skirt and holding car keys in her hand, looking down at him.
Song Shi'an's brain raced for a fraction of a second before completely freezing. " President Shen, what brings you here?"
Shen Lingshu crossed her arms. "I'm afraid my artists will die at home."
Song Shi'an propped himself up and sat up. The blanket slipped down to his waist, revealing a section of his collarbone that was slightly red from his body heat.
He subconsciously pulled the blanket up a little higher. "Thank you, President Shen. It's nothing serious, just have Lin Fan come."
What kind of nonsense is it to make the boss personally come all the way here just because someone's sick? This guy makes millions in a minute, and he wants to live a few more years...
Looking at his flushed face and his misty eyes due to the fever, Shen Lingshu took out her phone without a word and dialed a number. "Have the doctor... on the 7th."
Song Shi'an leaned his head against the headboard, thinking, "Is this the kind of executive power a domineering CEO has? Calling a doctor is as easy as ordering takeout."
After Shen Lingshu finished her call, she left. Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief; he always felt uncomfortable being in the same room as his boss.
The footsteps returned shortly after, Shen Lingshu came in with a stack of documents and a water glass. She placed the glass on his bedside table. "Drink some water first. The doctor will be here soon."
After saying that, she sat down on the chair next to her and started reading the documents.
Song Shi'an couldn't sit still, nor could he sleep. He picked up his water glass and sipped it slowly. The room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of papers turning.
He glanced at the document in Shen Lingshu's hand out of the corner of his eye; the cover had the Stars Entertainment logo on it, so it was probably another contract for some big project.
The doorbell rang, breaking him from the eerie silence.
A doctor in a white coat and mask came in carrying a case. "Hello, President Shen."
Shen Lingshu didn't even look up, but tilted her chin towards the bed. "The one on the bed, don't let the fever make you stupid."
Song Shi'an obediently put the thermometer in his mouth. The doctor checked his temperature. "37.6 degrees Celsius, low-grade fever. Medication will suffice."
Watching Song Shi'an swallow the medicine, Shen Lingshu closed the file, stood up, and left in a hurry.
The sound of high heels clicking on the stairs faded into the distance, followed by the click of the door lock.
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later, Lin Fan rushed in like a gust of wind, carrying large and small bags. As soon as he entered, he shouted, "Brother! I'm here!"
Song Shi'an glared at him. "Why are you only arriving now?"
Lin Fan guiltily placed the bag on the table. It contained fever-reducing patches, hot porridge, fruit, and a newly bought thermos. The items were spread out on the table. "We're supposed to go to an offline promotional event for the drama in a few days, right? I was still shopping for my brother at the mall when I called, so I had to call Brother Yao to come over."
He looked around. "Where's Brother Yao? Hasn't he arrived yet?"
Song Shi'an looked at Lin Fan with a broken heart. "I didn't see Brother Yao, but the big boss has arrived."
Lin Fan was so shocked he was incoherent. "Ah... my sister... why is President Shen here!"
Song Shi'an looked up in confusion. "Your sister?"
Lin Fan shook his head frantically. "Brother, you misheard!"
Song Shi'an didn't have the energy to ask any further questions, and leaned back weakly against the headboard. "It's almost midnight, could you please pass the tablet on the table over here?"
Lin Fan quickly slid the bedside table over and set up the tablet. "Brother, should we go to the hospital?"
Song Shi'an shook his head. "No need, he just took his medicine, it's not serious." Lin Fan observed carefully and saw that although his brother's face was still a little flushed, his spirits seemed okay, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Shi'an immediately clicked on " The Invisible Bystander ".
In another drama, his character only appears in the female lead's mid-series flashback, and that drama hasn't aired yet.
As expected of a top-rated drama, the comment section was full of people waiting to watch it online. The recommended spot on the homepage was gone as soon as I clicked in, and I had to refresh several times to get in.
Lin Fan moved a chair over to watch together. "Is the first episode my brother is in? Wasn't it supposed to be at the end?"
Song Shi'an didn't know why his unit was placed at the very beginning.
The director sneezed several times in the editing room. Who was thinking about him? He watched the rapidly increasing real-time popularity on the screen and took a satisfied gulp of strong tea.
On the first day, we must break the record for the highest popularity on the site, put the most engaging segment at the top, and lure people in first.
The character Su Wenli is the hook of the whole series. First, the audience falls in love with this gentle and refined lawyer, and then they are shocked by the truth and question their existence.
The first thing you see when you turn on the screen is a gloomy room.
Blood-stained sheets hung from the edge of the bed, and a girl lay sprawled in the center of the bed in a bizarre posture, her fingers still in the act of trying to grab something.
The sirens of ambulances and police cars roared past outside. The camera slowly panned to the doorway, where a tall, slender figure flashed by and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
Song Shi'an suddenly realized that the image of the back view was used here.
He thought the director had gone crazy, making him take countless photos of his back, even adjusting his walking posture from several angles.
Comments floated by.
"Does it have to be this exciting? Going all out right from the start!"
"No wonder it airs at noon; it'd scare people to death if it aired at night."
"Holy crap, that back view, those eyes, is that the killer?!"
"I watched this show with Good Luck Comes on my mind, and it's strangely funny."
"Was it a crime of passion? Or something else?!"
As the plot unfolds, over two consecutive episodes, the police investigate all the clues at the scene, ultimately arriving at an unexpected conclusion at the end of the chain of evidence: it was suicide.
The live chat was instantly flooded with question marks.
"No, you're telling me this is suicide?"
"What posture could lead to suicide like this?"
"Didn't I already say you were on drugs..."
A light rain was falling during the funeral.
The girl's brother stood before the tombstone, weeping bitterly. " A Yu was always a good girl, I can't believe she would commit suicide!"
A hand holding a black umbrella handle reached out from behind the crowd and held it above his head.
The camera slowly pans up along that hand, revealing slender fingers, a wrist with distinct knuckles, the cuffs of a dark gray suit, and a pair of gentle yet aloof eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses.
"I am sorry for your loss."