Chapter 55: Han Cheng’s Interrogation
Based on his memory of the movie Flirting Scholar, Jiang Yu discussed some specific plot points with Qian Changjiang and the other two. The three of them listened in amazement.
They were especially impressed by the couplet-matching scenes. After hearing several of the couplets, they lavishly praised Jiang Yu’s talent.
Jiang Yu felt unbearably embarrassed. He didn’t have any talent for composing couplets at all.
When he used to read web novels, watching protagonists dominate the world by copying famous works felt exhilarating. But now that it was his turn, Jiang Yu only wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment.
Qian Changjiang had originally thought he was just here to humor Han Cheng’s young lover—that shooting a movie wouldn’t take long, that as long as Jiang Yu was happy, Han Cheng would be happy too, and once Han Cheng was happy, his own opportunities would increase.
But after chatting with Jiang Yu for a while, Qian Changjiang felt that Jiang Yu was genuinely talented. This film seemed different from anything he’d shot before, and he suddenly took it very seriously.
The four of them talked animatedly, and before they knew it, more than two hours had passed.
Just as they were discussing the ending, the lounge door was suddenly kicked open with great force. It slammed into the wall and bounced back, only to be shoved against the wall again by a large hand.
Han Cheng stood in the doorway, pressing the door, like a demon king from hell. His expression was so ugly it was terrifying.
Behind him, a line of onlookers craned their necks to peer into the lounge.
“President Han—” Qian Changjiang stood up and had barely said two words before Han Cheng cut him off.
“Get out. All of you.”
Han Cheng’s gaze stayed fixed on Jiang Yu. The three—Qian Changjiang and the others—were sensible enough to bolt out at once. Jiang Yu wanted to run too. Han Cheng was clearly on the verge of exploding, and if the two of them were left alone, Jiang Yu was afraid Han Cheng might strangle him.
Unfortunately, Han Cheng stared him down relentlessly. Jiang Yu couldn’t run even if he wanted to.
Bang. Secretary Zhao shut the lounge door. Jiang Yu’s heart seemed to skip a beat with that sound.
Han Cheng’s face remained dark as he leaned against the door, staring at Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu felt that Han Cheng wasn’t coming over only because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from killing him.
But Jiang Yu was also confused. He hadn’t done anything lately—how had he managed to anger Han Cheng this much?
Under Han Cheng’s deathly stare, Jiang Yu couldn’t hold out anymore and took the initiative to break the terrifying silence. “What’s wrong with you? What happened to make you this angry?”
“Heh.” Hearing Jiang Yu’s question, Han Cheng suddenly let out a cold laugh.
That laugh was chilling to the bone, making Jiang Yu shudder all over.
“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?” Han Cheng suddenly looked dejected. The terrifying aura around him withdrew, as if he were utterly exhausted. He looked at Jiang Yu sadly and asked this inexplicable question.
Jiang Yu looked at him, baffled. What was he even talking about?
“I admit it—I was the one who sent you to Zhuang Feng back then. But I only wanted to scare you a little. I’d already prepared a backup plan; I was going to rescue you. You’re mine—I would never have let Zhuang Feng lay a finger on you.
“At that time, I hadn’t fallen in love with you yet, and you were making too much trouble. I just wanted to teach you a lesson, make you behave a bit. I never expected you to jump from the third floor and break your waist.”
It was the first time Jiang Yu had heard Han Cheng explain that incident. Memories of that night’s horror resurfaced, and Jiang Yu’s expression darkened.
Except for the final step, Zhuang Feng had done almost everything he could—and had even recorded it.
Even now, thinking of Zhuang Feng’s thick, greasy tongue made Jiang Yu feel sick. Even if Han Cheng had rescued him in time, the psychological trauma had already taken root. He would not accept this kind of inhuman “punishment.”
What’s more, that day he had seen no hope of rescue at all. It was in utter despair that he’d jumped from the third floor. If not for that tree, what he’d broken might not have been just his waist.
“When I saw you lying motionless downstairs, I regretted it. That was when I realized I’d already started to care about you.
Luckily, because of that tree, your life wasn’t in danger. These past few years, I’ve treated you well, and you’ve responded with cold indifference. I deliberately flirted with other small-time celebrities—you didn’t get jealous. You behaved yourself and stopped making a fuss.
The way you behave now is exactly what I wanted at the beginning. But after falling in love with you, what I really want is to see you get jealous for me, to see you fight and make scenes for me. Am I really that despicable?” Han Cheng looked at Jiang Yu in pain, the regret on his face unmistakably real.
“You used to love sticking to me, following me every step. If we were apart for even an hour, you’d call to act cute. Back then, you were alive and vivid—your love was passionate, and I could see it clearly. But now, I can’t see through you at all. Jiang Yu, do you still love me?” Han Cheng stepped forward, then stopped.
“It’s all in the past. Why bring it up again today?” Jiang Yu said flatly.
The damage had already been done—if apologies were enough, what would the police be for? He had no interest in this domineering-CEO-style tragic love drama.
Han Cheng glared at Jiang Yu unwillingly for a long while, then suddenly deflated. “Forget it. I won’t force you anymore. If you want to make the movie, then make it; if you don’t, then don’t. From now on, even if you don’t want to be a celebrity, I won’t interfere.”
Then Han Cheng suddenly gritted his teeth, staring at Jiang Yu and enunciating every word: “But you will stay by my side forever. I won’t let you go.”
Han Cheng turned around and suddenly pulled the door open. A whole group of eavesdroppers standing outside were caught red-handed.
Han Cheng flew into a rage and roared, “Don’t you have any work to do? I pay you all that salary so you can come here to snoop? Get the hell out, all of you!”
Completely baffled, Jiang Yu looked at Han Cheng’s retreating back. The whole thing was utterly inexplicable.
What kind of stimulation had he gotten? What was today’s performance even about?
