Chapter 3: Thank You Gift
“Mr. Han peeled the shrimp. He said you don’t have the patience to eat shrimp, and you find it troublesome to eat them with the shells on, so he peeled them all for you,” Aunt Chen said with a smile, trying to take credit for Han Cheng.
Jiang Yu sighed slightly. This rogue is still willing to play the sweet love game with him, so he probably won’t mention breaking up anytime soon.
His first love is back, but why is this old rogue still holding on to him?
Frowning as he ate the shrimp, Jiang Yu thought for a moment and understood Han Cheng’s thoughts.
It’s just that you can’t mess around with your first love casually. Han Cheng isn’t someone who can hold back, so he always needs to find someone to solve his physiological problems.
Han Cheng has done this kind of thing before. He once took a fancy to a movie queen, and he played the gentleman during the day to pursue her, and came to him at night to go crazy.
He’s just a tool.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Jiang Yu viciously poked the shrimp with his chopsticks, turning a plate of good shrimp into shrimp paste, which he eventually dumped into the trash.
After sleeping all day, Jiang Yu unsurprisingly had insomnia at night. He scrolled through his phone for half the night, but didn’t see any new messages from Han Cheng and Ji Xu.
Did Han Cheng really go to the company? Didn’t he go on a date with Ji Xu? His white moonlight has hinted so much, but Han Cheng still doesn’t pursue her. This old rogue is really hard to figure out what he’s thinking.
In the middle of the night, Jiang Yu felt a little sleepy. Before he could put down his phone, the bedroom door was gently opened.
Seeing that Jiang Yu wasn’t asleep yet, Han Cheng didn’t hold back and asked with a smile, “Why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s almost one o’clock.”
“I slept too much during the day. I was just getting sleepy when you came back. Did you handle the company matters? Why are you back so late?”
Jiang Yu got out of bed, helped Han Cheng take off his coat and tie, and took out Han Cheng’s pajamas from the closet for him to change into.
“It was a small matter, already resolved. Now it’s time to resolve you.” Han Cheng suddenly hugged Jiang Yu and pounced on the bed.
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His back ached, the sun was already in the sky, and the bed next to him was already cold. Jiang Yu didn’t know when Han Cheng left.
Jiang Yu rubbed his waist and cursed, “Damn rogue, he’s already thirty years old and doesn’t know how to restrain himself. He’ll have kidney deficiency sooner or later.”
Struggling to take some medicine, Jiang Yu hurriedly washed his face in the bathroom. The person in the mirror looked a little sallow, but his lips were pale, looking unhealthy.
Jiang Yu touched his face. He was only twenty-six, but he looked like he was terminally ill.
He didn’t torture himself, and Han Cheng didn’t mistreat him. He was the one lying down, so why did it seem like he was the one with kidney deficiency?
He needs to replenish, he needs a big replenishment.
Jiang Yu supported his waist and went downstairs, saw Aunt Chen in the kitchen, and called out, “Aunt Chen, do you have any tonics? I want to eat ginseng and bird’s nest.”
“What do you want to eat that stuff for?” Sister Bai’s voice came from the sofa.
Jiang Yu then saw Sister Bai and Meng Yi, sitting on the sofa, each gnawing on a piece of watermelon.
The August weather was so hot that people panicked. When Jiang Yu saw the watermelon, he immediately rushed over. He had been craving watermelon yesterday and was thinking of asking Aunt Chen to buy one today.
Picking up a piece and taking a bite, the watermelon just taken out of the refrigerator was better than any tonic. Jiang Yu instantly felt alive again.
“Mr. Han brought back two watermelons last night. There’s still more after you finish eating, but don’t eat too much, it’s easy to get a cold stomach, which will also affect your waist.” Aunt Chen cut some more and brought it over, instructing Jiang Yu to eat less.
“Okay, Aunt Chen.” Jiang Yu agreed, but reached out and took another piece.
Aunt Chen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and helplessly went back to the kitchen.
“Brother Yu, this is for you.” As one of the only two artists under Sister Bai, although Jiang Yu wasn’t very famous, Meng Yi had always respected him as a senior, and the two had a pretty good relationship.
Even during the three months that Meng Yi was with Han Cheng, the two had never been at odds when they met.
Meng Yi gave him a box of plasters, explaining, “My mom also has back problems, and she often uses this plaster, saying it has a very good pain-relieving effect. Although it can’t cure the root cause, it can relieve pain and make you feel better.
If you go to ‘Leisure Life’ and Brother Yu can’t stand the back pain, you can try it. But don’t try to endure it, if you really can’t stand it, we still have to go to the hospital.”
The twenty-year-old young man had a bright smile, high looks, and good skin. Jiang Yu was a little dazed looking at him. That old rogue Han Cheng would definitely not let go of ruining such a delicious young meat.
In the current entertainment industry, there are many beautiful young men and girls like Meng Yi. Jiang Yu wondered why Han Cheng was holding on to his old meat and wouldn’t dump him.
Could it be that he’s good in bed? Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, should he play a log in the future to disappoint Han Cheng?
“Brother Yu?” Meng Yi looked at Jiang Yu, who was lost in thought, and called out softly.
Jiang Yu woke up, shook off the inappropriate thoughts in his head, and said with a smile, “Thank you. It just so happens that my back is uncomfortable right now, I’ll put it on now.”
Jiang Yu opened the plaster and stuck it on the kidney area of his lower back. He didn’t know what was in the plaster, but after applying it, it felt warm, and the soreness in his back actually slowly disappeared.
With his back feeling comfortable, Jiang Yu felt comfortable all over, and the more he looked at Meng Yi, the more he liked him: “This plaster is really useful, thank you.”
Meng Yi smiled brightly again: “I’m relieved that it’s useful. Why are you being so polite with me, Brother Yu?”
“Is saying it enough to be called thank you? Your thank you is too perfunctory.” Sister Bai interjected, making Jiang Yu and Meng Yi a little embarrassed.
Jiang Yu was still considering what to give back to Meng Yi when Sister Bai had already taken out a document from her bag and placed it in front of Jiang Yu: “Brother Hao’s new movie, the second male lead in it is a very likable character, and Meng Yi is very suitable. If he plays it, he can jump out of the idol framework and venture into the path of acting.”
“Is Brother Hao, Wang Hao? How did you get the script? Isn’t he usually very secretive?” Jiang Yu asked curiously, glancing at the script.
Wang Hao is one of the top three directors in China. Many movie emperors and empresses have been made famous by his films.
Three years ago, Wang announced his retreat, and he only came out recently. It is said that he has been working on a masterpiece, which has caused a stir in the entertainment industry.
The hype is no less than the reunion drama of Han Cheng and Ji Xu, and many big names want to get involved and get a piece of the pie.
However, Wang Hao’s confidentiality work is done very well. Everyone only knows that it is a suspense drama, but the specifics are unknown. It is still in the casting stage.
Sister Bai was actually able to get the script. Jiang Yu’s first reaction was whether Sister Bai had been deceived, and he doubted the authenticity of the script in his hand.
“This is the script given by President Han, do you think it’s real? Wang Hao’s new movie is in cooperation with Han’s Entertainment. The female lead is from Han’s Entertainment, but the male lead is not an artist from Han’s. As compensation, Wang Hao agreed to choose the second male lead from Han’s Entertainment.
This second male lead is the kind of perfect character who is gentle, affectionate, capable, and rich. Whoever plays it will definitely become popular. Now everyone in the company is fighting madly for this role.
Meng Yi brought you such useful plaster, you can help whisper a few words in President Han’s ear. Whether it works or not, we will accept it, just consider it as your thanks for Meng Yi’s plaster.”
A box of plaster requires such a big thank you gift. Jiang Yu looked at Sister Bai, and then at Meng Yi, wondering if these two people had some misunderstanding about his relationship with Han Cheng.
Meng Yi’s face turned red from Jiang Yu’s gaze, and he hurriedly waved his hands to explain: “Brother Yu, I sincerely wanted to give you this plaster, I didn’t want your thanks.
Sister Bai, why didn’t you discuss it with me before talking nonsense to Brother Yu.
Brother Yu, I don’t need your thank you gift. I haven’t acted before, and I can’t play the second male lead well at all. I just want to play a small assistant next to the second male lead, just to show my face in a big movie.
Brother Yu, please don’t tell President Han that I want to play the second male lead. I know my limitations, I really can’t play the second male lead.
Oh dear. Look at this mess, I just wanted to send a plaster, why did Sister Bai make me sound like I have an ulterior motive? You always do this, saying things without discussing them with me.
Brother Yu, when you decide which day to go to ‘Leisure Life’, send me a message on WeChat, and we’ll go together. Don’t mention Director Wang’s movie to President Han, I’m not playing the second male lead.
I’ll go first, Brother Yu, you take a good rest.”
Meng Yi explained anxiously, seemingly embarrassed to face Jiang Yu, stood up and left despite Sister Bai’s calls.
Sister Bai chased after him. Jiang Yu looked at the backs of the two leaving and thought of the past.
When he was twenty years old, he had just debuted. His acting skills were not as good as Meng Yi’s, and he always made mistakes when working with Sister Bai, and was scolded by Sister Bai many times.
Recalling Meng Yi’s anxiety just now, it seemed nine parts true. His acting skills are still good, and he could play the second male lead.
Picking up the plaster and looking at it, if he really whispered in Han Cheng’s ear, would Han Cheng think that he couldn’t see his own position clearly and dared to arrange work for him?
If Han Cheng was unhappy, would he dump him in a fit of anger?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Jiang Yu felt that he could whisper in his ear.
