Chapter 53: Fine, I’ll Shoot—Is That Okay?
Han Cheng drove without speaking. Jiang Yu sat in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at him.
He was driving very seriously, yet Jiang Yu could still feel that Han Cheng seemed unhappy.
After a moment of silence, Han Cheng suddenly sighed. Keeping his eyes on the road, he asked, “Jiang Yu, do you still write songs?”
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow, not knowing what this man was up to now.
Whatever it was, refusing was the safest choice. “No.”
“Then do you write scripts?”
“No.”
“Have you thought about doing variety shows?”
“No.”
“If you want to—whether it’s songwriting, scripts, or variety shows—I can invest. You can have full control and make a program you really want.”
“I’m doing fine as I am. I’m too lazy to bother with all that. Why did you suddenly think of having me do these things? Is the company short on resources?”
“I just don’t want your talents to be wasted. Wei Rang wasn’t wrong—it was me who held you back. You should have become a superstar.”
Jiang Yu frowned. “You heard all that? Did you go to the restroom?”
“No. Ji Xu video-called me and live-streamed what you two were doing. I heard everything you said to Wei Rang.”
“You can even pull that kind of stunt? Was he trying to livestream catching someone in the act?” Jiang Yu truly hadn’t expected Ji Xu’s methods to be so varied—even pulling off a WeChat video livestream.
“He was indeed trying to drive a wedge between us. But he didn’t expect that you love me so much that you wouldn’t even look twice at Wei Rang.” Han Cheng smiled narcissistically.
Jiang Yu rolled his eyes hard at him.
“Ji Xu told me that he’s going to Wei Rang’s company as an undercover agent. He’ll help me keep an eye on Wei Rang.”
“And what’s his motive for helping you so much? Does he still love you?”
“He said he loves me and wants to pursue me again. He says he can help me bring Wei Rang down.
As long as I get back together with him, the Ji family and the Han family will join forces to completely uproot the Wei family and eliminate future trouble once and for all. That temptation is extremely attractive to me—I almost wanted to agree.” Han Cheng secretly observed Jiang Yu’s reaction from the corner of his eye.
Jiang Yu’s expression didn’t change at all. There wasn’t even the slightest ripple on his face. His calmness made Han Cheng frown.
“You’re not angry?” Han Cheng finally couldn’t help asking.
“Did you agree to him?” Jiang Yu asked in return.
“What if I did?” Han Cheng studied Jiang Yu’s expression, trying to find even a hint of anger or jealousy in his eyes.
“President Han, please focus on driving. I don’t want to die young.” It was rush hour after work, and Han Cheng’s gaze had lingered on him for a full three seconds. With the speed they were going, the car ahead was dangerously close.
Han Cheng withdrew his gaze and adjusted the speed. After driving with a frown for a while, he sighed helplessly. “Are you punishing me? You used to keep a close eye on me—if I even flirted a little, you’d make a fuss for quite a while.”
“I remember President Han saying I shouldn’t meddle in your affairs. I’ve kept your words in mind.” Jiang Yu rubbed his waist—this was the consequence of meddling.
“Then let me tell you now: you can meddle in my affairs. If you do, I’ll listen. Remember that?”
Jiang Yu shot Han Cheng a sidelong glance. This deeply remorseful, affectionate look was actually quite convincing. He stayed silent for a long time, unsure whether he should trust the current Han Cheng.
After waiting a while without getting an answer, Han Cheng didn’t dare push too hard. He could only smile bitterly and hurry to explain, afraid Jiang Yu would truly misunderstand.
“Ji Xu’s offer was tempting, but I didn’t agree. The only one I love is you. And if I can bring down the Zhuang family, I can bring down the Wei family too.
“Ji Xu doesn’t get the final say in the Ji family. I can go talk to the old man of the Ji family—he’d be very happy to work with me and swallow up the Wei family. So don’t misunderstand. Ji Xu and I are impossible. I only want to spend my life with you.”
“I didn’t misunderstand. I believe President Han can definitely teach Wei Rang a lesson.”
“You didn’t misunderstand—you just don’t trust me.” Han Cheng smiled wryly. Jiang Yu neither confirmed nor denied it.
“It’s fine. Let’s take it slow.”
The car drove steadily back to the seaside villa. As the saying goes, when one is full and warm, certain thoughts arise—and Han Cheng was no exception.
After more than two hours of tossing around, Jiang Yu’s waist was numb. Han Cheng flipped over, clearly intending to continue.
Jiang Yu hurriedly stopped him and tried to persuade him. “President Han, men need moderation. Otherwise, you’ll ruin your kidneys when you’re old.”
“I’ve kept that Flirting Scholar script you copied out back then. I’ll find you a team—you’ll shoot it.” Han Cheng suddenly brought up the script Jiang Yu had written down four years ago.
“What? I’ve never been a director—I can’t shoot it.”
“Then you’ll act as the male lead.”
“My acting isn’t good enough. I can’t carry a lead role.”
Han Cheng brushed Jiang Yu’s hand aside and pinned him down.
For three days—seventy-two hours—aside from going to the bathroom, Jiang Yu spent almost all his time in bed.
Jiang Yu felt that not only was his waist about to give out, even his most delicate area needed to see a doctor.
Han Cheng seemed determined to force him to shoot Flirting Scholar and kept tormenting Jiang Yu relentlessly.
When the door was pushed open, Han Cheng walked in while taking off his clothes. Jiang Yu finally gave in with a miserable face. “I’ll do it. I’ll shoot it, okay?”
Satisfied, Han Cheng let Jiang Yu rest for three days. On the fourth day, he tugged at Jiang Yu’s pants and exposed the lie that Jiang Yu’s “little flower” was still hurting.
Then he took Jiang Yu to the hospital. Doctor Zhang ignored Jiang Yu’s pleading looks and, after checking the scans and confirming his waist was fine, Han Cheng directly dragged Jiang Yu to the company.
In the car, Han Cheng took a phone call. His grandmother’s scolding was so loud that Jiang Yu could hear it clearly from the passenger seat.
It seemed Han Cheng had beaten up his second uncle, and the old lady was unhappy, insisting he go home and explain himself.
Han Cheng dropped Jiang Yu off downstairs at the company and said, “Qian Changjiang is on the fourth floor. Go see him yourself—his team specializes in comedy. Have a chat with him. I won’t go up; I need to go home.”
Waving his phone, Han Cheng shook his head helplessly. Then he suddenly noticed Jiang Yu’s eyes darting around. His face darkened as he warned, “If you dare run away, I’ll keep you in bed for another three days.”
Any thought Jiang Yu had of escaping immediately vanished.
Han Cheng waited until his secretary came down to receive Jiang Yu before driving away. Only then did Jiang Yu realize that Han Cheng’s secretary was a stunning beauty with a curvy figure.
The previous secretary had been a man. Jiang Yu hadn’t paid attention to the people around Han Cheng these past few years and didn’t know when this beautiful woman had taken over.
Secretary Zhao was very enthusiastic, chatting with Jiang Yu along the way. She was nothing like the previous male secretary, who always had a cold face as if Jiang Yu owed him eight million.
“Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao!” As the two of them stepped out of the elevator, a young girl clutching a document ran over in a panic. “Sister Zhao, the profit split in this contract is wrong, but we’ve already signed it with the Wanshan Group. If the project starts, we’ll suffer a huge loss.”
“What?! The split is wrong?” Secretary Zhao took the contract and checked it. The profit division on it was indeed outrageous. Jiang Yu saw her expression instantly turn dark and terrifying—she went from a glamorous beauty to a frightening witch.
“Useless idiots! Even such a basic mistake could happen. How long have we been negotiating this cooperation? Who checked the contract? Did no one notice the split was wrong?”
“Sister Zhao, Gao Ran negotiated this contract. He resigned yesterday. We even thought his resignation was strange, but now it seems he knew the split was wrong and ran off in advance.”
“Useless!” Secretary Zhao cursed again. Then she suddenly noticed Jiang Yu and instantly changed her expression, smiling gently as she said to the young girl, “Go back first. I’ll handle it in a moment.”
The young girl glanced at Jiang Yu and walked away anxiously.
“Mr. Jiang, please come with me.”
Secretary Zhao led Jiang Yu into a room and explained with a smile, “Director Qian stepped out for a moment. You can rest here for a bit—he’ll be back shortly.
“Your script is on that computer over there. You can use this time to print it out, so you can show it to Director Qian later. Do you know how to print?”
“Yes.”
“If I weren’t in such a hurry to deal with the contract issue, I should have helped you print it myself.”
“It’s fine. I can do it myself.”
“Then I won’t disturb you.”
At this point, I’m hate-reading this. I hate the gong, the shou is a victim of his own actions, and the seconary characters are all so unlikeable. Thank you for translating this so far! Can’t wait to see the ending and hate it! (Haha)