Chapter 1855: Chapter 436: Dead End, Weighed Down with Worries (Second Update)_2

An elite-dressed man came down, followed by two men, one carrying a large lunch box and the other with both hands holding fast food bags. The man first negotiated with the field staff, then she noticed the field staff’s gaze seemed to forget to come over, and then the man walked towards her.

"Miss Xue, this is a feast President Liu ordered at the Deyun Building, all dishes Miss Xue loves. President Liu asked me to tell you that no matter how busy work is, you must take care of your health."

The man walked up to Xue Chengcheng and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

Xue Chengcheng was momentarily stunned, then an enormous delight blossomed in her heart, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He had just asked if she had eaten, and immediately after, he had the meal delivered to the set. Her heart felt sweet, but she maintained her composure, smiling gently and gracefully: "Please thank President Liu for me, and I’m sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble, it’s what I should do."

With those words, he waved his hand, and the people behind him opened the lunch box. The lunch box was three-layered and kept warm, with a total of six dishes, all signature dishes of Deyun Building. For a moment, Xue Chengcheng received many envious looks, probably thinking she was dating a wealthy and considerate boyfriend.

The man then turned to the crew and said, "Thank you all for taking care of Miss Xue. This small gift is a token of appreciation."

The other person distributed the fast food, which included a sturgeon and chicken wing meal with a cup of Starbucks iced grapefruit tea, perfect for cooling down and quenching thirst. After eating the oily lunchboxes from the crew every day, this was simply a feast, and everyone looked at Xue Chengcheng with gratitude and envy.

"Miss Xue is so lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend...."

"Yes, indeed... to think so thoroughly about her that even we have a share, it’s really thoughtful...."

Xue Chengcheng enjoyed these envious and jealous looks, turning them all into a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

That man was a benefactor in her life, and she knew at this moment, her heart was completely lost.

This role, she was able to get only because of him, a lead female role in an idol drama. In the past, she wouldn’t have thought much of such a role. However, now, she could only take it step by step; haste makes waste.

One day, she would return to the peak and reclaim everything that belonged to her.

No matter how vast the distance between them, she would close it bit by bit. Even if you are at the top of Mount Tai, and I am at its foot, I will climb up step by step.

Her only wish in this lifetime is to defeat her.

In an inconspicuous corner, the man held the meal disdainfully, noticing his expression, someone beside him couldn’t help but ask, "Jungu, what’s wrong?"

The man had a very delicate appearance, the current trend’s popular handsome face, but unfortunately, he had bad luck. Despite not looking any less handsome than those popular young actors, he just couldn’t catch fire.

Jungu, which is Meng Jungu’s stage name, struggled for years on the fringes, becoming somewhat recognizable, gathering a group of loyal fans based on his looks. But he was still far from becoming a major hit. Now, having finally secured the male lead role in this idol drama, a character known for moving audiences to tears, which ends in tragedy, had great potential. If performed well, it could make him an instant hit.

Despite his minor fame, he was unpretentious, had a good nature, and was well-liked in the crew. His good looks attracted not only young girls but even male members of the crew found him approachable.

"The thing I hate eating the most is fish." Meng Jungu frowned, placing the lunch box aside.

The man’s eyes brightened, snatching it up and running: "If you don’t eat it, I will. This is too good to waste. Let’s make it clear, no take-backs."

Meng Jungu gave him a sidelong glance.

The man started to eat ravenously, sparing a glance at him: "Even though you say you’re an orphan, I’ve always felt you don’t look like one at all. Instead, you seem to have been raised with privilege. Are you secretly a rich second generation? No way, no way, if you were, could you be struggling like this?"

Descendants brought up amidst nobility, regardless of the most ordinary clothes or simple meals, inherently exuded a grace and composure that set them apart from the average person.

Meng Jungu raised an eyebrow, flicked the script at his head, and jokingly scolded: "Even food can’t keep your mouth shut."

From an unseen angle, a quick flash of sorrow passed through Meng Jungu’s eyes.

Home was no longer truly a home, his mother and sister successively passed away, and he had no way to save them. He even thought that they had brought it upon themselves, a thought that startled him, yet shamefully, he felt he wasn’t wrong. Such conflicting contradictions left him only able to flee far away from that home.

It was only the acting profession he loved that could temporarily make him forget those worries.

"Have you heard about the Princess of Bauhinia’s affair?" Speaking while devouring the meal.

Meng Jungu unscrewed the cap of his water cup and took a sip, smiling at the news: "Of course, I know. The reports are everywhere online; it’s hard not to know."

"You say, what does this princess look like? I’ve never seen a princess in my life. They say she looks like a Heavenly Immortal, and others say she’s fat and ugly, with a face full of pockmarks. I’m really curious."

Meng Jungu gave him a sidelong glance, lightly smiling: "What does it matter to you if she’s beautiful or ugly? Stop worrying about irrelevant matters."

"Hey, what if I become a Prince Consort one day?"

"She’s a high and mighty princess, and us, commoners, don’t even get a chance to touch the edge of a princess. Let’s just eat honestly. If you want to dream, do it at home. Don’t affect the crew’s progress." Meng Jungu saw this kid was falling deep and couldn’t help but shake his head. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

A world apart, a princess with a commoner, such possibilities only happen in fairy tales. But the reality is, commoners will never have contact with a princess.

"Kid, wake up, you still have a mortgage to pay for decades... face reality."

——

Hong Kong.

Zhuang Xiyue walked in carrying bags, "Shopping with my big sister today wore me out."

Seeing Yan Nanmo sitting on the sofa, frowning with a worried look, she couldn’t help but call: "Nanmo?"

Yan Nanmo still didn’t move.

Zhuang Xiyue frowned, tossed her things aside, and threw herself over, circling his neck: "What are you thinking about, so engrossed that you didn’t even hear me call you?"

Yan Nanmo wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling: "Nothing, I’ve been waiting for you to come back. We can leave for home tonight."

Zhuang Xiyue nestled her head on his shoulder. If outsiders saw, they would be shocked to see Lady Yan, known for her grace and elegance, acting so spoiled.

"Can’t we wait a little longer? I still have so much to say with my big sister...."

"How about this, you stay in Hong Kong a while longer with your sister, and I’ll go back alone first. I’ll come to pick you up when I have time."

Zhuang Xiyue hummed in discontent, struggled inwardly for a moment, but ultimately chose her husband over her sister...

"Never mind, I’ll go back with you. I’ll come to see my sister when I have another chance."

With those words, she suddenly circled her arms around Yan Nanmo’s neck, forcing him to bend down and look into her eyes, saying emphatically: "Tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

Yan Nanmo looked innocent: "I’m wronged, how could I dare hide anything from you?"

Zhuang Xiyue snorted: "Your forehead is written with ’heavy heart’ in big letters, do you think I’m blind?"