He felt Pei Shaocheng's body and warmth inch by inch with his hands, climbing up his neck and face, standing on tiptoe to kiss him eagerly, unconsciously murmuring:
"Save me...save me, Andrew...let your body, your blood, everything about you become one with me...no, we are one..."
His suppressed, slightly hoarse voice was filled with despair and an urgent desire to recklessly succumb to passion and desire with the person in front of him.
This emotion successfully ignited everyone present.
Wen Yuhan turned around, took out her cigarette case, and silently lit another one for herself. As she passed Pei Shaocheng, she muttered, "You have ulterior motives."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pei Shaocheng's face.
Indeed, in front of Wen Yuhan, I, who am usually so engrossed in my own world, was flustered because I was being hugged by someone else.
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 84
It was past 11 p.m., past the peak dining hours. After rehearsal, Pei Shaocheng sent Emily away, asking her to book a restaurant and have a get-together with the main creative team. He then took Wen Yuhan to a seafood congee restaurant deep in the alley behind the school.
Wen Yuhan really liked the fish congee at this restaurant; the two of them used to love coming here for late-night snacks.
The steaming hot fish porridge, emitting an enticing aroma, was served by the owner. Pei Shaocheng had made prior arrangements with the owner, so there were no other customers in the shop at that moment.
Throughout the meal, Pei Shaocheng talked significantly more than Wen Yuhan. Wen Yuhan knew this was actually quite difficult for him, since Pei Shaocheng wasn't exactly a talkative person to begin with.
“In the time right after you left, I kept coming here, just thinking about whether I would ever see you again.” Pei Shaocheng watched Wen Yuhan sip her porridge and said in a gentle tone, “Every time I waited until the shopkeeper closed but you never showed up, and I would get upset by myself… Now that I think about it, there were clearly many unreasonable things that happened back then, and it was because I didn’t notice them in time that I missed you for so many years.”
"It's not your fault," Wen Yuhan interrupted softly, then changed the subject, "Xiao Chun is a pretty good kid. If you nurture him well, he might really make it big in the future."
Pei Shaocheng nodded: "I was worried, but thankfully you came." As he spoke, he peeled another shrimp for Wen Yuhan, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it on a plate, not caring at all that his hands were covered in sauce. "Actually, the reason I chose this newcomer was to tell Han Shu and the others that this field has never lacked promising talents, and it is not something they can control at all."
Wen Yuhan smiled but didn't say anything. She took a piece of paper, wiped her mouth, and lit another cigarette.
Pei Shaocheng reached out and took the cigarette out of his mouth: "Sweetie, eat first."
Wen Yuhan licked his lips, but didn't insist, and silently ate the shrimp Pei Shaocheng had given him. Seeing that Pei Shaocheng was about to peel it for him again, he said lightly, "I can't eat anymore, let's go back."
After paying the bill, the two walked out of the alley and strolled towards their lodgings.
After returning home, Pei Shaocheng went to cook for the sulking Xiaomi and clean the cat litter box, while Wen Yuhan went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out again, still damp, he saw an orange-yellow light shining from the open study.
Pei Shaocheng sat at the table, wearing frameless glasses, a cigarette between his fingers, intently studying the script. Xiao Mi curled up on his lap, purring contentedly.
This quiet and warm scene is just like the peaceful and idyllic life that countless people are desperately pursuing and yearning for.
Wen Yuhan's eyes darkened, and he looked at them somewhat absentmindedly. Pei Shaocheng seemed to notice his gaze, and the moment he looked up and met Wen Yuhan's eyes, his eyes were as deep as the sea.
"Finished washing?" His voice, tinged with the smell of tobacco, carried a unique depth. That's how actors from the stage are; they never need dubbing for any role.
"Okay, you should go too." Wen Yuhan dried her wet hair and leaned against the wall. Most of the residents in this community were teachers and staff, who had gone to bed early because they had to go to work the next day. The surroundings were quiet, with only the faint chirping of insects.
"Okay." Pei Shaocheng took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and got up to leave the study. He returned a moment later with a hairdryer, led Wen Yuhan to a soft chair in front of the desk, and said, "Dry your hair first."
"I'll do it myself," Wen Yuhan said, raising her hand to stop him.
Pei Shaocheng grabbed his hand and pressed it back down, then stood behind Wen Yuhan and turned on the hairdryer.
The warm air blew through her soft hair, releasing a faint scent of shampoo. Pei Shaocheng had a secret reason; he bought the same shampoo that Wen Yuhan used to love.
He inserted his fingers into Wen Yuhan's hair and gently massaged her scalp.
The other person's slightly long hair lay obediently against the back of their neck, and a small section of fair and tender skin could be faintly seen on the back of their neck.
Pei Shaocheng's breathing became even heavier, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's too long. I'll have the stylist come and fix it for you in a couple of days."
The other person's skillful massage made Wen Yuhan close her eyes involuntarily, and her muscles relaxed little by little. She let out a soft sigh: "No need, just tie it up."
Upon discovering that the other party was no longer so obviously rejecting his contact, Pei Shaocheng suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
He suppressed the urge to take things further, and after drying the other person's hair, he said gently, "Go to sleep first. I might have to stay up a little longer tonight."
"knew."
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Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, Wen Yuhan leaned back in her chair and took several deep breaths. Pei Shaocheng's cigarette, still smoldering in the ashtray, was not completely extinguished, with wisps of white smoke drifting out.
Wen Yuhan poured some tea into the ashtray and then lit one for himself.
My gaze inevitably fell on the stack of scripts spread out on the table. The annotations on them were bold and unrestrained, clearly Pei Shaocheng's handwriting.
"He's really become a great screenwriter." Wen Yuhan shook his head and smiled to himself, then suddenly noticed the black Montblanc cigarette tucked between the pages of the script after turning over a page.
His hand trembled slightly, and the pen cap, which wasn't closed properly, rolled twice and fell onto the wooden floor.
The nib is new, and there is a slight color difference between it and the one I broke before.
And so, the scenes from that day in the studio suite flooded back, and Wen Yuhan's wrist reflexively throbbed with pain again. He frowned slightly, pressing his thumb against the sharp tip of the pen, trying to forcefully interrupt those memories he didn't want to recall.
The phone in her pajama pocket vibrated a few times, displaying an unfamiliar number. Wen Yuhan composed herself, pressed the answer button, and after a series of rustling sounds, a hoarse voice came through: "Xiaohan, it's me."
"Yanheng?!" Wen Yuhan's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you alright?"
There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a dry laugh: "Not good."
Indeed, Lu Yanheng, whom I remember, was always so composed and calm, and seemed to have never looked so tired.
Wen Yuhan's face darkened: "Could you tell me what happened? Where are you now? Why couldn't I contact you before?"
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that things can't be explained in a short time." Lu Yanheng paused. "Anyway, I'm not in the country right now, but I'm safe for the time being. I heard you're living with Pei Shaocheng again, is that right?"
Wen Yuhan glanced at the closed bathroom and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
"That's good." Lu Yanheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, "Staying by his side now is the wisest choice for you, after all, Pei Shaocheng has the ability to protect you."
"Yanheng, what exactly are you...?"
“Xiaohan, my company has run into some trouble. I recently withdrew all my shares and handed over the position of legal representative to Lu Yanchen. He currently has full control of the company.” Lu Yanheng paused. “But don’t worry, everything is under my control. After I left, Lu Yanchen invested in Han Shu’s new drama. This is not a simple matter. They may have reached some kind of deal and are going to use this drama to do some shady things.”
Wen Yuhan's eyes darkened: "What?"
Lu Yanheng continued, "In short, I still need to investigate and gather information about the specific details behind the scenes, and it's not convenient for me to show myself for the time being. During this period, you must stay close to Pei Shaocheng and never act alone. After all, with Lu Yanchen's support, Han Shu and the others are now like a python with legs, acting with even less restraint. Lu Yanchen has always been ruthless, and he hates me to the bone. I'm worried that he might use this opportunity to harm you."
Wen Yuhan was very worried about Lu Yanheng's situation, but he also understood that his most important task was to avoid being used by Lu Yanchen as a bargaining chip to threaten Lu Yanheng. He immediately nodded and said softly, "Okay, I understand. Be careful too."
"Hmm." The click of a lighter came from Lu Yanheng's end. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "I heard that Pei Shaocheng is going to revive a new play. Are you involved in this?"
"I..." Wen Yuhan's throat bobbed, unsure whether his presence today counted as participation.
“Xiao Han, I know this play has always been your hard work. Han Shu and the others should not and do not deserve it, let alone now that they want to defile it.”
At this point, Lu Yanheng said calmly, word by word, "Xiao Han, only you can win this battle."
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A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 85
When Pei Shaocheng came out of the shower, he found the study light was still on. Wen Yuhan was standing by the window, a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of red wine in the other, silently gazing up at the moonlight.
He frowned and walked to Wen Yuhan's side: "Still not asleep?"
Besides the fragrance of his bath and a faint scent of tobacco, Wen Yuhan also exuded the rich aroma of red wine. The newly opened bottle of wine on the table was already more than half empty, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a thin layer of red from the alcohol.
Pei Shaocheng reached out and touched Wen Yuhan's cheek with some concern. The usually cool touch was unusually hot, and it quickly pierced Pei Shaocheng's blood from his fingertips, burning him with a strange and unsettling feeling.
“It’s not that I don’t want you to drink. Drinking a little red wine at night can help you sleep. It’s mainly your stomach…” Pei Shaocheng paused, finally swallowing his rebuke, and said softly, “What’s wrong, Xiaohan?”
Wen Yuhan remained gazing quietly out the window, the white smoke from the burning cigarette between his fingers trailing behind him, making his expression somewhat detached.
“Look, there’s a halo around the moon,” Wen Yuhan said softly. “It’s probably getting windy.”
After speaking, he turned to look at Pei Shaocheng and gestured with his chin toward another wine glass on the table: "Have a drink with me."
Pei Shaocheng suppressed his doubts, poured himself a glass of red wine, and clinked glasses with Wen Yuhan. It had been far too long since they had ever calmly drunk wine and chatted about romance and poetry together like this.
"Yanheng just called."
Pei Shaocheng subtly tightened his grip on the wine glass, trying his best to maintain a normal expression.
Wen Yuhan continued, "He said that Lu Yanchen might have made some kind of deal with Han Shu and the others, to use this drama to do some shady things behind the scenes. What do you think it could be?"
Pei Shaocheng swirled his wine glass, took a sip, and said in a deep voice, "Most likely, it's the same old tricks businessmen like to play." A dark glint appeared in his eyes as he spoke. The methods used in the business world are incredibly dirty; they'll do anything for profit, especially with a mad dog like Lu Yanchen.
He doesn't care about anything else, but he actually dared to get involved in this film...
Wen Yuhan stubbed out her cigarette and poured herself another drink: "Those unscientific books always say that every character painstakingly created by an author, because they are given so much emotion, will gain life and choose their own ending. As a creator, we should respect every life that is created... Your newly adapted Andrew is like that too. Do you believe this claim?"
"I believe you." Pei Shaocheng gazed into Wen Yuhan's eyes. "Actually, you believe it too."
Wen Yuhan was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and shook his head, saying, "I used to believe it, but I don't really believe it anymore. I can't help it, I'm too concerned about gains and losses. I'm good to him, but he's never good to me."
Upon hearing this, Pei Shaocheng placed the wine glass on the windowsill and gently cupped Wen Yuhan's face in his hands.
Both of them drank wine, and the rich aroma of the wine lingered on their lips and teeth.
“He has always belonged to you, he has never left.” Pei Shaocheng’s eyes were as dark as the endless night outside the window. “Think about it, when you first created him, the first time you saw him…”
“If Andrew really has a life, I should be responsible for him.” Wen Yuhan looked at Pei Shaocheng. His usually calm eyes were now glistening with tears due to the alcohol, and the loneliness and desolation hidden deep within them were finally exposed at this moment.
He gave a faint smile and said softly, "But I really can't remember anything about Andrew anymore, or how the story started... Whenever I try to recall it, all I can think of are bad things."
“You have me now.” Pei Shaocheng hugged Wen Yuhan tightly, feeling an overwhelming pang of heartache. His little Han would always bury all her sadness and helplessness, and even though her world had long since crumbled, she would still repay everyone with the gentlest smile. Even her anger would only transform into fluttering butterflies and gently drifting dandelions.
“I’ll reminisce with you.” Pei Shaocheng placed a very gentle and restrained kiss on Wen Yuhan’s forehead. “Even if you can’t remember, it’s okay. Let’s start the story from now on…”
One evening, waiting for the wind to pick up.
Later, it's unclear who kissed whose lips first. Gone was the coercion and humiliation of the past; only the most primal instincts gave rise to a long-lost surge of emotion.
When Pei Shaocheng placed Wen Yuhan on the table, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of red wine. The deep red liquid instantly soaked his clothes, and the air was immediately filled with an intense, irresistible aroma of wine.
Pei Shaocheng's hands trembled uncontrollably as he unbuttoned his shirt. He bit his tongue, forcing himself to be as gentle as possible. Wen Yuhan's restless hands were captured by him and hooked around his neck. His breathing became heavy with restraint and control.