Ye Family's living room.
Sheng Wanrou frowned, "Why is Zhao Yang like this? Taking money but not doing the job? And to humiliate Jiaojiao in front of so many people—isn't that deliberately making her lose face? That's too much!"
Ye Lianhai was also very angry.
And yet, he felt extremely aggrieved.
Outsiders didn't know, but he was well aware: the Ye Group appeared prosperous, but the financial issues had been long-standing, and 20 million was already their limit. He hadn't expected Shengyao to suddenly put up ten times that amount...
Ye Jiaorui pretended to be considerate and magnanimous, "It's okay, I can play the second female lead. After all, President Zhao said that it was Shengyao's Younger President Lu who specifically asked for Zhizhi to be the female lead..."
"Lu Huaichen?" Sheng Wanrou was surprised, "That damn girl, she's married and yet still ambiguous with other men... She really has no self-respect!"
"That shouldn't be the case, right? These past few years, Zhizhi has had so many rumors, it's not just Younger President Lu, but no one has ever caught any substantial evidence. They must just be friends..."
"Flies don't sting eggs without cracks!" Sheng Wanrou said, "Ever since she entered the entertainment industry, her scandals have never stopped! Could it really be that everyone is deliberately framing her? Then why hasn't anyone framed you? It's her own loose personal life that's to blame!"
Ye Jiaorui didn't speak anymore.
**
Sheng Congzhi soon received a call from Lu Huaichen.
"I've asked, and it's indeed my elder brother who invested. I didn't expect him to suddenly be so generous. Last time I merely dared to suggest 50 million, and even after a lot of talking he didn't agree..."
"Don't do this next time," Sheng Congzhi said, "You've helped me too much."
"Want to thank me?" Lu Huaichen chuckled twice, "Have dinner together on Saturday?"
The two hadn't met up in a long time, and Sheng Congzhi nodded, "Okay."
...
In the following few days, Sheng Congzhi devoted herself entirely to the new drama preparations.
As for Fu Yan...
He hadn't returned to Tinglan Garden.
Perhaps his ex-girlfriend came back, so happy he forgot he had a home.
Until Friday evening.
Sheng Congzhi had just come out of the bathroom when suddenly a shadow loomed over her.
Her hand was grasped, and her body was pressed against the wall in an instant.
A biting scent of tobacco assaulted her senses, accompanied by a faint smell of disinfectant.
She blurted out, "Why have you come back?"
Fu Yan looked down at her from his height, the corner of his mouth biting on a cigarette, still with that lazy demeanor, "This is my home. Why can't I come back?"
Having just taken a bath and being at home, Sheng Congzhi was only wearing a thin, white camisole nightdress without a bra, exposing her pink-tinged skin, which added to the intimate posture of the two people...
Inevitably, her cheeks heated up, but her voice remained calm, "Why do I feel that to you, this place is no different from a hotel?"
"It's just because you weren't well, I was staying in the dorm these days."
As he spoke, Fu Yan suddenly smirked, "So you really wanted me to come home? Fine, from today onward, as long as I don't have the night shift, I'll come back to keep you company. How's that?"
The man's voice was magnetic and pleasant, especially when he deliberately lowered his tone, speaking sweet nothings, it was so soothing and seductive.
Over the past few years, Sheng Congzhi had acted in quite a few shows and worked with many quality male actors, but none had a voice that could break the rules like his...
It was a waste not to be a voice actor.
"No need." Her mind was racing, but her face remained composed, "You do your thing, and we won't interfere with each other."
Fu Yan narrowed his eyes as he looked at her.
Because he was backlit and behind a pane of glass, his emotions were somewhat elusive.
Sheng Congzhi added, "Oh, and if you're thinking of getting divorced, just let me know in advance. I don't want your money, and if you're still worried, we can sign an agreement... Mm."
Fu Yan suddenly removed his cigarette, leaned down, and bit her lips directly.
Sheng Congzhi inhaled sharply from the pain.
She opened her mouth without thinking, only to let him seize the opportunity to invade.
This kiss lasted for several minutes...
When it finally ended, Fu Yan moved away and then rubbed her lips with his fingers, his tone akin to a threat, "If you dare mention divorce again, next time I'll bite... not just these pretty little lips."
?
Her mind processed what happened in a flash, and Sheng Congzhi realized...
Her face and ears turned red: "Hooligan!"
"How can you call treating your own wife like that hooliganism?" Fu Yan's tone was playful yet wicked, "This is called... fostering marital intimacy."
Her phone rang.
Sheng Congzhi hurriedly pushed him, "The phone."
Fu Yan smiled, leaned back, and took out his phone from his pocket, "Speak."
"Fu Er, what are you doing?"
Sheng Congzhi turned away.
She touched her lips, swollen and aching...
Is this man born in the year of the dog or what?
Why does he like biting people so much?
Fu Yan gazed at Sheng Congzhi's pale and delicate nape, his emotions darkening in his eyes, "Missing daddy?"
"You're born in the year of the dog, aren't you!" Lu Jiangnian cursed, "I'm asking you, didn't you say you were married? It's my grandpa's birthday this Saturday, why don't you bring her over for us to have a look?"
Fu Yan curved his thin lips slightly, "I'll ask."
He hung up the phone and directly inquired, "Are you free tomorrow to accompany me to meet an elder?"
Sheng Congzhi was startled and then realized what he said, turning to look at him, "What?"
Fu Yan casually extinguished a cigarette in the ashtray and explained nonchalantly, "We've been married for half a year now, it's about time I introduced you to some of my friends."
Friends?
It couldn't be his ex-girlfriend Xia Zhixi, could it?
Sheng Congzhi thought back to that phone call at the Fu Family's house that night and coolly responded, "I have plans already for tomorrow."
Fu Yan did not insist, "Okay."
After saying that, he went into the bathroom.
...
After showering, Sheng Congzhi changed into a set of home clothes and sat in front of the vanity, her chestnut curly hair tied up high in a bun. She held a thick script in one hand and a pen in the other, looking serious.
Fu Yan walked over in a few strides and bent down to pick her up.
As expected, Sheng Congzhi immediately tensed up, her fingers holding the pen turning white from the force, "What are you doing?"
With a roguish laugh, Fu Yan said, "It's almost 10 PM, what do you think I want to do?"
Sheng Congzhi's heart pounded, wanting to push him away, but realized he was only wrapped in a towel, not wearing any clothes...
"Do you prefer the bed or the sofa?"
Sheng Congzhi: "..."
In the end, he had his way.
It was to be expected, really.
They were now husband and wife, and everything that was to happen had already happened.
Her continued rebuffs would've seemed too prudish.
Moreover...
Fu Yan was much gentler tonight than before, even taking her to the bathroom for a shower after they were done and then wrapping her in a towel to carry her back to the bedroom.
Sheng Congzhi closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.