Luo Wenchuan watched intently, his eyes glued even to distant views.
Director Chen was overjoyed. Song Ling was a gem he had found amidst the chaos. If she could be appreciated by the investors, the production team would have more funds for filming in the future.
Luo Wenchuan watched for a while. When the group officially started shooting the poster, Director Chen asked Luo Wenchuan if he wanted to go over. Luo Wenchuan nodded and followed the photography crew to the studio.
Song Ling wore a newly made black brocade robe, and even her mask was much more exquisite than when she auditioned.
The people under the lights moved around, but Luo Wenchuan's gaze never left Song Ling.
He had been gone for too long, and when he tried to glimpse the years he had missed through subtle details, he discovered that the mistakes were irreversible.
Song Ling's goal has always been to become a conductor, so why did she end up in this industry? Luo Wenchuan didn't believe that Song Ling would be tempted by fame and fortune, but because of Qing He's experience, he couldn't help but think about it in this direction.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze darkened, and a bad feeling crept into his heart.
His plans were disrupted the moment Luo Huaishan took him away. Qinghe had been in Fengxing's hands for nearly three years. Although he had trusted confidants managing it all these years, it was still different from his original plan.
The shares originally intended for Song Ling and Song Ruozhi have been the subject of ongoing debate due to internal reasons. Furthermore, Song Ruozhi has been under pressure from Luo Huaishan, and a significant portion of his assets have been frozen. He needs to return these shares to Song Ling as soon as possible.
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The filming continued until 2 p.m., with almost no breaks in between.
The crew's boxed lunches didn't arrive until 2:30 PM. During her break, Li Ke took some rice noodle rolls she had brought from the car and gave them to Song Ling.
Song Ling has no particular requirements for food. She has eaten delicacies from land and sea, and when she is on a mission, she can eat compressed biscuits with water for several days.
The two were sitting around a small table when Luo Wenchuan's assistant, Xiao Qian, walked over from a short distance away.
"Mr. Song, President Luo would like to invite you over."
Upon hearing "President Luo," Li Ke's expression immediately changed: "Didn't you see Song Ling eating? Your President Luo has been sitting all morning and isn't hungry, but my darling is starving."
Upon hearing Li Ke's words, Xiao Qian quickly explained, "President Luo asked someone to buy some of Mr. Song's favorite dishes and would like to invite Mr. Song to come over. You can come along too."
"I'm not going. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Luo, but we already have food, and we're not used to Mr. Luo's good food."
Li Ke's words carried a hint of sarcasm, and he was speaking directly to Luo Wenchuan. He had always had a good attitude and wasn't one to resent the rich, but if Luo Wenchuan wanted to use such methods to pursue Song Ling, he wouldn't stand a chance.
Back when Song Ling was a young master in the capital, Luo Wenchuan was probably hiding in some alley, living as his illegitimate son. Now he's acting like a CEO.
He doesn't even deserve to be called President Luo.
"Don't be angry, let's eat first." Song Ling pushed the rice noodle rolls on the table in front of Li Ke, and then said to Xiao Qian, "Tell your boss Luo that I've already eaten."
"Mr. Song, I..."
"Go."
"Okay." Xiao Qian couldn't refuse the two of them, so he could only reluctantly go and complete the task.
Fortunately, Luo Wenchuan didn't like to scold people; he would just fire them if anything happened. Thinking about this, Xiao Qian almost cried on the way home.
When Luo Shupei asked him to come and be Luo Wenchuan's assistant, he made a very good impression, saying that his younger brother grew up in the county town, was very down-to-earth, and never lost his temper with anyone.
He was overjoyed for days after receiving the transfer, telling everyone about his raise. Little did he know that Luo Wenchuan was far more difficult to deal with than the company's other senior executives. His germaphobia was one thing—nine out of ten CEOs are germaphobic. The real problem was that he was taciturn, making everyone guess what he was doing, and his unpredictable mood made him incredibly difficult to handle.
"Mr. Luo, Mr. Song said that he... he said he's already eaten." When Xiao Qian said this, Luo Wenchuan's face clearly darkened.
That's it, his professional career is over.
"Let's send the fruit over."
"ah?"
"Send this over." Luo Wenchuan pointed to the food container in front of him containing cherries and peeled oranges, and elegantly wiped his hands, which were still sticky with orange juice, with a tissue.
Xiao Qian thought she must have misheard. Could this fruit have been handled by her boss, Mr. Luo? He usually hates peeling oranges; the sticky stuff is a nightmare for someone with OCD.
Xiao Qian was surprised, but her legs didn't stop. She quickly grabbed the fruit box and fled the lounge.
Compared to being with Luo Wenchuan and trying to figure out his thoughts, Xiao Qian still prefers Song Ling, who wears his heart on his sleeve.
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Song Ling shared the cherries with the main actors and ate all the oranges before continuing to shoot the posters.
Another day has passed.
That evening, Shi Xingyun suggested that they go out for a late-night snack, and everyone clapped and agreed.
Song Ling went back to the dressing room to change her clothes. As soon as she entered, she saw Luo Wenchuan waiting inside.
"He hasn't left yet." This little rascal is quite persistent.
"Wait for Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan reached out to take the outer robe that Song Ling had taken off, but Song Ling simply raised his hand and hung the robe on the rack next to him.
Luo Wenchuan's expression was as if his job had been taken away, and he instantly looked very resentful.
Song Ling knew that he enjoyed doing these things to serve others. Although he didn't understand the pleasure in it, he knew that the man would feel very uncomfortable if he couldn't do them.
Song Ling sat down on the stool and crossed her legs when Luo Wenchuan walked over and squatted down in front of her.
This little rascal hasn't changed this bad habit.
Song Ling shifted her leg slightly, and her dark brocade boots with gold embroidery passed in front of Luo Wenchuan and landed to the side.
"Brother Ling."
"How could I trouble President Luo with such a trivial matter?" Song Ling's eyes darkened slightly. He had never forgotten what Luo Wenchuan had said in the hospital room.
He's nothing but a shallow and sentimental Alpha; how could he possibly deserve a noble Enigma to carry his shoes?
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Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Xiao Song, which CEO has taken a liking to you?
"I'm willing to do it, I won't force you. Brother Ling, please don't be angry." Luo Wenchuan looked at Song Ling, his tone extremely humble.
Song Ling had never seen such a humble person in his life. Even wanting to get angry at him felt like bullying him.
"I'm not angry. I have nothing to be angry about with you. Get up and go back to Fengxing to be your young master."
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan didn't get up, but instead moved closer and grabbed Song Ling's clothes. "Brother Ling, I won't go back. Please let me stay by your side. I'll do anything you ask."
Song Ling lowered his gaze to the person before him, whose eyes were glistening with tears, and remained silent for a moment. He didn't understand why Luo Wenchuan was still acting like a dog in front of him now that the die was cast. Wasn't it more comfortable to be a human than a dog?
"You said you like me?" Song Ling asked him.
Luo Wenchuan nodded, almost kneeling on the ground. He straightened up and brought his gaze closer to Song Ling: "I like Brother Ling. That hasn't changed in the past three years, and it won't change in the future."
These words were spoken with such conviction that they were quite persuasive.
Song Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "But I already have someone else."
Luo Wenchuan's eyes froze when he heard this. Song Ling said he already had someone else, but he still had his own mark on him.
Feeling as if a sharp blade had been plunged into his heart, Luo Wenchuan's eyes reddened. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke: "I don't care about these things, as long as I can be by Brother Ling's side, that's enough. I am Enigma, and I can do better than him. As long as Brother Ling is happy, I don't mind being in a subordinate position."
He was like a piece of glass that would shatter if he lost love; he was clearly extremely jealous and his heart was aching, but he still uttered these feigned words of forgiveness.
Do you even believe that yourself?
Song Ling dislikes torturing herself or others. Luo Wenchuan's current state is clearly irrational; he doesn't want to discuss these things at this time, nor does he believe that a person will die if they leave love.
Luo Wenchuan kept saying he liked her, but in reality he was a self-serving person. From the moment he made a move against Qinghe, his affection for her was no longer pure.
“Wen Chuan, do you remember what you said back then? If you've forgotten, I can tell you. You said you weren't an Alpha, that you wouldn't be obsessed with anyone's pheromones, and that you wouldn't lose yourself in a game. You also said I was shallow, impulsive, and sentimental. Tell me, what makes someone like me worth your efforts to pursue?”
Song Ling wasn't one to bring up the past, but he couldn't forget these words.
Luo Wenchuan is an Enigma, yet she comes to his side as an Omega. Despite possessing such immense power, she deliberately pretends to be weak and helpless.
He deceived himself into feeling sympathy, pity, and concern.
What angered Song Ling the most was that Luo Wenchuan knew everything, yet pretended to be innocent, watching him walk into the trap step by step like prey.
He always believed that lovers should be honest with each other, and he gave his whole heart to this relationship. But in the end, he discovered that the Luo Wenchuan he liked was a carefully crafted imposter, someone who catered to his desires. Even this person came into his life with ulterior motives. What a joke!
Luo Wenchuan was surprised that Song Ling had overheard everything he and Luo Huaishan said. He gripped Song Ling's clothes and said in a deep voice, "Brother Ling, believe me, that was just a temporary measure. I was only saying all this to appease Luo Huaishan."
"You're just being perfunctory with Luo Huaishan. If you hadn't thought about this, how could you have just said these things? Luo Wenchuan, if you had told even one word of truth, we wouldn't have come to this."
Song Ling had repeatedly stated that she disliked lies, whether well-intentioned or malicious, but Luo Wenchuan hadn't paid any attention to it. All he did was repeat his feelings of liking her, which were the most feeble and powerless words. Everyone has a mouth, and everyone can say nice things; these few words of liking her meant nothing.
"I……"
Luo Wenchuan didn't know how to explain. When he first approached Song Ling, he had no long-term intentions whatsoever. He always thought Song Ling was an unattainable dream from his youth, one that he would no longer yearn for once he had her. He also thought Song Ling was merely a catalyst for his differentiation; once the differentiation was complete, he could find a way to get rid of her, and the two would never cross paths again.
But things don't always go as planned. The more he interacted with Song Ling, the more he realized he couldn't resist her kindness. He couldn't bear to, and couldn't share, Song Ling's kindness with anyone else.
"I shouldn't have lied to you, and I shouldn't have been so presumptuous. Brother Ling, please forgive me. I can tell you anything you want to know."
"Since you put it that way, why don't you tell me why you approached me in the first place?" Although Song Ling knew that Luo Wenchuan's answer would anger him, he still heard the truth from this man.
Luo Wenchuan's gaze flickered, and he said blankly, "Differentiation. Enigma's differentiation period is very late. I knew from the beginning that we might be highly compatible, which is why I tried to get close to you."
"Is that so? Then I'm quite useful to you."
"I was too hasty."
Why are you in such a hurry to differentiate?
"In order to return to Windwalker, Brother Ling, everything I said before was true. From the day I was born, I was abandoned as a defective Omega. No one believed I was an Enigma. Only after differentiating did I have a chance to go back." Luo Wenchuan seemed to be peeling away the layers of a cocoon binding him, and by the end, he was somewhat exhausted.
"You obtained Qinghe to surrender to Luo Huaishan?"
"Yes, but it's only part of the plan. I want to gain his trust and get my mother's things back. My mother died for him, and I'm not reconciled to it."
Upon hearing this, Song Ling snorted coldly: "Your original plan was to leave my side after doing all this, right?"