After reading it, Song Shi'an felt that life was a mess, good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years.
He tossed the script aside, intending to take a nap, but just as he lay down, the doorbell rang.
Who could it be?! He dragged his feet to open the door, and as soon as he opened it, he saw Jiang Ye's grinning face. " Shi'an, we've come to see you!"
Chi Xun poked his head out from behind Jiang Ye: "You didn't even say you were sick. How are you feeling now?"
The two of them squeezed in, carrying a bunch of stuff.
Chi Xun around and exclaimed, "Your company is so generous! Why don't you have your agent check if I have any acting talent and sign me too?"
Jiang Ye Chi Xun aside. "Get lost! What are you doing here? Can't you see Shi'an doesn't look well?"
Song Shi'an leaned against the wall listlessly and said weakly, "Make yourselves at home, there's food and drink in the refrigerator." After saying that, he dragged himself onto the sofa and lay down.
Chi Xun closer. "I saw your video from last night, did you eat something bad?" He picked up the insulated bag he was carrying, "This is some porridge I bought for you, eat some."
Song Shi'an took the porridge, said thank you, opened it, and started eating. After the hot porridge went down his throat, his stomach felt much better.
Chi Xun and Jiang Ye began to wander around the building curiously.
A gasp suddenly came from upstairs, and a head popped up at the top of the stairs. " Shi'an, it's all high-end brands! A whole cabinet of Serenoir watches and jewelry, has he already decided to be their spokesperson?"
Song Shi'an mumbled an "Mmm" while eating.
Chi Xun immediately took off from the spot. "Holy crap! That's awesome, bro, it's a top-tier brand!"
Song Shi'an was startled. "Calm down, calm down. In that situation, the people standing next to you were other artists from our company, so it was someone else's. You were lucky."
Chi Xun thought about it for a moment, and it seemed to make some sense...
Just then, the doorbell rang again. Song Shi'an put down his spoon. What's going on today? One problem after another.
Upon opening the door, a man in a black suit and white gloves stood in the doorway, followed by two women in matching uniforms.
The man smiled and said, "Hello, I'm Serenoir's butler. I'm here to deliver your new season's jewelry."
Song Shi'an, a little confused, made two "oh" sounds and stepped aside.
The two people behind them carried two suitcases into the living room and placed them on the table.
The butler carefully opened it, while Song Shi'an watched from the side. "It's just delivering something, why all this ceremony?"
When the box was opened, there was a pair of cufflinks, a wristwatch, a necklace, and a men's ring, all sparkly and almost blinding him.
Chi Xun suddenly appeared out of nowhere and exclaimed, "Wow! Canary Yellow Diamond Cufflinks! The new one that sells for thirty million!"
The butler smiled and nodded slightly, "This gentleman is right. And this watch, entirely set with 110 carats of top-quality colored diamonds, is valued at over 380 million on the market. It's a unique piece and not for sale at this time."
After hearing these words, Song Shi'an almost choked. Even if he took it apart and sold it, it wouldn't be worth as much as this watch.
The other two were equally shocked. Song Shi'an forced himself to remain calm and said, "Okay, thank you, thank you for your trouble."
The butler bowed and said, "It's nothing. We'll leave now that we've delivered the goods. We wish Mr. Song a pleasant life."
Song Shi'an waved stiffly. "Have a good time."
As soon as the others left, Song Shi'an quickly closed and locked the box; he couldn't afford to lose it.
Chi Xun was still savoring the moment. "I've seen collectibles worth hundreds of millions now, I can brag about it for the rest of my life."
Jiang Ye said disappointedly, "Then you've only seen a small number of people in the hundreds of millions. Just go to any old museum and you'll easily find people in the hundreds of millions."
Chi Xun glared at Jiang Ye: "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak!"
After putting his things downstairs, Song Shi'an came down and saw the two of them looking away from each other. "What's wrong with you two?"
The two men turned their heads to one side and snorted.
By the time he had seen the two ancestors off, Song Shi'an was completely exhausted.
He collapsed onto the bed, feeling that the amount of information he had gathered that day was more than what he had filmed ten scenes; he was practically dead inside...
He felt much better the next day, and then he went to school. Now there's a strange harmony in the classroom.
Although he felt a lot of eyes on him as soon as class started, everyone was very reasonable and did not disturb his life and studies. At most, they would take pictures and post them online, updating Song Shi'an's outfit for the day.
It's not because he's lost his popularity, but because the engagement of Serenoir's eldest daughter to the youngest son of the Cen Group has dominated the trending topics.
The engagement of two top-tier wealthy families, a marriage between two powerful clans, has piqued the curiosity of people from all walks of life.
Online buzz continues to surge.
"The engagement banquet is tomorrow. I wonder what it will be like; it must be very luxurious!"
"Remember the proposal a few months ago? It was so extravagant!"
"I heard they've invited a lot of wealthy and influential families, as well as top-tier celebrities. This is going to be a good show!"
"I've started scouting for Reuters photos; wearing the wrong clothes in this kind of situation can really lead to being ridiculed for life."
"I don't care, I've already bought some melon seeds and am ready to watch the show. This kind of engagement banquet for a top-tier wealthy family, just the guest list alone could keep me studying for three days."
"Isn't anyone curious about what Cen Jiye looks like? I heard he's devastatingly handsome."
"There are photos. He showed his profile in the proposal video before. He's really handsome. Tang Manni has good taste. He was completely clueless when she was pursuing that guy from the Pei family, but now she knows how to pick someone."
"Stop arguing, everyone! If anyone has connections to sneak in and take a few photos tomorrow, I'll be eternally grateful!"
On the morning of their engagement, Song Shi'an was dragged out of bed before four o'clock.
He sat on the bed, squinting, nodding his head. Was it their wedding or his? The two newlyweds probably hadn't gotten up as early as him.
Lin Fan stood at the door holding a coffee. "Brother, bear with it, the styling takes a long time. There are a lot of media today, so we need to get ready early."
Song Shi'an took the coffee, took a sip, and then leaned back onto the pillow. "Give me five more minutes."
"You've already said 'five minutes' three times."
"Just this one last time," he muffled, burying his face in the pillow. "I promise."
With his eyes closed, Song Shi'an struggled for three seconds between "sleeping for five more minutes" and "Serenoir officially announced a multi-million dollar endorsement deal today," before finally sitting up with astonishing willpower.
He went to wash his face with his hair all messy, and muttered to himself in the mirror, "You can do it, it's just an engagement!" He splashed cold water on his face and sobered up.
Then, with steps as if heading to the execution ground, she walked towards the styling room.