"I'm not interested," Luo Wenchuan replied decisively, dodging Shi Xingyun's hand.
Upon hearing this, Shi Xingyun suddenly chuckled, "What are you talking about? It's definitely because the person isn't to your liking. You seem like a very quiet person, so you probably prefer someone more obedient. I know a few people; would you like me to introduce you?"
Shi Xingyun met Luo Wenchuan while studying abroad. Luo Wenchuan was studying at the same university where Shi Xingyun was studying, and his hands and feet were covered with electric suppression rings.
Luo Wenchuan's delicate and innocent appearance was his favorite. If it weren't for the fact that this person was always followed by five or six bodyguards, he would definitely have gone up and taken him down.
As it turned out, his decision not to harm this person was correct. Luo Wenchuan was an Enigma, and if it weren't for the numerous suppression rings he wore, his outstretched claws would have been broken.
"Let's get down to business," Luo Wenchuan reminded him.
Shi Xingyun, having been rebuffed, could only turn off the video. He glanced at Luo Wenchuan and asked, "You've almost completely taken over Luo Huaishan's assets. He's currently in a sanatorium to avoid trouble. Aren't you going to stop? After all, they're father and son."
This year, a squad of his trusted men investigated Luo Huaishan very thoroughly, forcing him to delegate some authority to Luo Shupei and bring Luo Wenchuan back. Who knew that upon his return, Luo Wenchuan would immediately launch a full-scale attack on Fengxing, leaving Luo Huaishan besieged on all sides.
“Father and son.” Luo Wenchuan seemed to have heard an unfamiliar word, and coldly curled his lips, saying, “I just want my mother’s things back. Leaving Fengxing to Luo Shupei is already the greatest mercy I can show.”
Luo Shupei is the best candidate to inherit Fengxing. He doesn't need to play a significant role; just staying alive is enough. To the outside world, Luo Shupei is Fengxing's heir, but only Luo Shupei himself knows that the power in his hands has long since fallen into the hands of Luo Wenchuan, the young and promising Enigma.
“I don’t feel at ease with you like this. Right now, Luo Huaishan is too busy taking care of himself, but what if it happens in the future…”
"I'm already gathering evidence."
"What evidence, your mother?"
"right."
"Aren't you afraid of damaging your own reputation by sending him to jail?"
"I don't have a good reputation."
An illegitimate son seized power. From the moment Luo Wenchuan returned to the empire and joined Fengxing, he no longer cared about such things. Luo Huaishan never trusted him; this man, almost obsessively devoted to the purity of bloodlines, would not entrust the company to a son raised outside the family with personality flaws.
Luo Huaishan possesses cells extracted from Song Ling's body and has been attempting for the past few years to create a top-tier Alpha and Enigma offspring using a gestation chamber. The progress on that end has been kept very secret, and he has remained unaware of it.
The only certainty is that once this child is successfully conceived, both Luo Shupei and he will be erased from the empire. Just like his mother disappeared back then, silently and without a trace.
Luo Huaishan has never been fit to be a father.
Looking at the person sitting next to him, Shi Xingyun suddenly felt a chill. Currently, Luo Wenchuan was indeed the most like Luo Huaishan; the father and son were equally cold-blooded and ruthless. The only difference was that Luo Wenchuan didn't care about offspring. He lived a boring life, living day to day, without even a hobby to entertain himself.
"Wen Chuan, I really think you can't live like this," Shi Xingyun sighed.
One must first please oneself before considering anything else. Luo Wenchuan's past was marked by half a lifetime spent wandering the streets, fighting with dogs for food, and the other half spent imprisoned abroad, forbidden from seeing anyone except for attending classes. His experiences were already more tragic than most; if he were to lock his heart away as well, he would be completely finished.
"I know what I'm doing."
"You always say that, but you never change it."
Shi Xingyun sighed and continued watching the video on his terminal.
He's someone who knows how to enjoy life. He goes after any script he likes and anyone he wants to work with. He pursues whoever he likes. Although people come and go in his life, and most of them are just fleeting relationships, he's still better than someone like Luo Wenchuan, who confines himself to his own little world.
"Since Luo Shupei asked you to come here, why don't you come with me to the film set and see how normal people work, and also those girls who like me. They're very cute, their eyes shine like stars. Perhaps you'll be infected by their enthusiasm too."
In Shi Xingyun's eyes, those young girls who supported him were witnesses to his journey. They weren't family, but they were closer than family. Even if they might leave him for various reasons in the future, the short period of time they had spent with him was a kind of fate.
Luo Wenchuan glanced out the window, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Shi Xingyun's request.
Shi Xingyun was used to Luo Wenchuan's state, so he didn't ask him any more questions.
This man was not talkative and often spent entire days alone. He had been very curious about how Luo Wenchuan had spent his three years abroad, and now it seemed that his ability to endure loneliness was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Getting him to say a word is harder than climbing to heaven.
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On the film set.
Song Ling hadn't finished her breakfast when she saw a large group of bodyguards surrounding several men in suits heading towards the lounge.
"Xiao Song, the investors are here! Hurry up and pack your things away!"
The makeup artist gave him a reminder. Song Ling looked at the half-eaten sesame seed cake in his hand, feeling a little down. Ever since he met Director Chen, he had never finished his breakfast.
"That's the one, isn't it top-notch?" Shi Xingyun peeled back the person in front of him and pointed at Song Ling, who was eating a sesame seed cake.
Luo Wenchuan glanced sideways, his eyes, which had been calm and still, suddenly surged with emotion when he saw the true beauty Shi Xingyun had described.
He looked at the people in the distance, and his blood surged with excitement in an instant.
Song Ling. It's Song Ling.
A note from the author:
What's wrong with some people? Can't they wait until Brother Ling finishes eating before coming? (No, wait;)
Thanks to "Ye Xinqiao" for the landmine—
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Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Lovers meet, but enemies meet on a narrow road.
"How is it?"
Shi Xingyun was still asking questions, but Luo Wenchuan could hear nothing more.
His gaze couldn't leave Song Ling. It had been three years since he had left her.
For others, three years is just a blink of an eye, but for him, every minute and every second was torture.
Luo Wenchuan once thought he was the one in control of this scheme, but from the moment he was forcibly taken away, he realized that he had been relying on Song Ling all along.
During his countless days and nights abroad, Luo Wenchuan could only get one or two hours of sleep by relying on the replicated pheromones. Without Song Ling, without that person's pheromones, he had even reached the point where he could not live a normal life.
"Mr. Luo, the lounge is this way."
His assistant reminded him, and Luo Wenchuan snapped out of his reverie and followed the crowd to the lounge.
After seeing the group leave the set, Director Chen waved and signaled everyone to go back to what they were doing.
The roles are all finalized for now. Hopefully, someone from Fengxing will come to the opening ceremony in a few days to give us a look. Director Chen looked at Song Ling, who was stuffing sesame cakes into his pocket, and walked over to ask him, "Little Song, are you free the night after tomorrow?"
"some."
"Come have dinner with me, and I'll introduce you to a few people."
"Will Senior Master be going too?" Song Ling asked directly. The question was a bit abrupt, but coming from such a quick-witted and eager-to-learn young man as Song Ling, it didn't raise any suspicions.
"Of course, there will be quite a few people going. Remember to dress neatly, but not too flashy. There's nothing much to do now, so go with the stylist to the dressing room to decide on your outfits. If you find anything particularly suitable, take a picture and send it to me, and I'll finalize the purchase for you. We need to get a head start here." Director Chen said this with a hint of indignation.
Song Ling knew that this person was still angry with Shi Xingyun, so she didn't say anything more and followed the stylist directly to the dressing room where the costumes were stored.
The costumes in fantasy dramas are always complicated, and it takes a lot of time to put them on and take them off.
Song Ling has a great figure and is a natural clothes hanger. After trying on clothes back and forth, the stylist picked out dozens of outfits.
Originally, this character could have been dressed in a simple black outfit, but after receiving the photos, Director Chen thought about it for a long time and carefully selected several options. Afterward, he sent a message to the costume department, who then commissioned several more outfits based on the previous designs. The colors were largely similar, but the styles were varied as much as possible. This way, the outfit wouldn't overshadow the main character while still demonstrating the production team's dedication to the role.
I didn't rest all morning, and at the end I even did a quick makeup session and went to the studio to take some photos for the poster.
After finishing everything, Song Ling went to the dressing room to change into her own clothes.
The person who was about to continue eating reached into their pocket and discovered that the half-eaten sesame seed cake was gone.
Looking at the empty locker room with no one else in sight, Song Ling felt a little puzzled.
Losing things on set is a common occurrence. With so many people and things scattered around, it's easy for things to be taken by mistake. It's not unusual for something like a terminal backpack to be mistakenly taken, but how come even a sesame seed cake was lost?
Song Ling frowned, picked up her backpack, and walked out.
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When Shi Xingyun took Luo Wenchuan to inspect the film set, Song Ling happened to be walking towards the ancient city gate with a group of extras.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze lingered on the shadowy figure blending into the crowd, and he didn't hear a word of what Shi Xingyun was telling him.
"The second male lead is from Fenghua Media. He's a singer, and I heard he has a pretty good personality... Wen Chuan, Wen Chuan, where are you going?" Before Shi Xingyun could finish speaking, Luo Wen Chuan had already disappeared into the crowd.
Song Ling walked very fast, her long legs making her seem to move with the wind, and no matter how much Luo Wenchuan chased after her, there was always a distance between them.
There are a lot of people around at this time, and it's easy to lose them if you're not careful.
Luo Wenchuan only had Song Ling's back in his eyes. After leaving the ancient city, he found that Song Ling had stopped by the roadside.
Just as he was about to go over, an SUV stopped in front of Song Ling.
Luo Wenchuan was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, Song Ling got into the other party's car.
In ancient cities like Lincheng, there are very few people driving off-road vehicles in the city. Those who are obsessed with these high-chassis vehicles are usually people who have carried out long-distance transport missions in the military.
Song Ling got into someone else's car.
Luo Wenchuan walked to the roadside and watched the SUV drive further and further away.
He had been gone for three years, and during those three years, he had only managed to get through it all on the hope of reuniting with Song Ling. He had imagined the moment of reunion with Song Ling countless times, but he had never considered that there might be someone else by Song Ling's side.
What should he do?
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"You're late," Xiao Zeyan said, glancing at her watch.
Song Ling rubbed his neck: "I was looking for something."
"What?"
"Sesame paste flatbread".
Xiao Zeyan: Song Ling looked up and saw Xiao Zeyan's disdainful gaze. He put down his backpack and said seriously, "I ate half of it this morning and put it in my pocket, thinking I'd only have a couple of bites for lunch, but it's gone as soon as I got back. Director Xiao, do you think some pervert might steal my sesame seed cake?"
Xiao Zeyan didn't answer the pointless question. He turned the steering wheel and parked the SUV outside a restaurant.
"Didn't we say we'd go home first?"