The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 895 - 894. Do I have a courier package?

For several consecutive days, Jing Yu was unable to see Tang Shu again.

Ever since that morning when he awoke on the sofa, the girl’s traces had vanished; she seemed to deliberately avoid him, and no matter if he went to the film and television city, school, or theater, he failed to successfully intercept her.

Only next to the Jing Family Villa did a light burn late into the night, affirming the presence of its owner.

As the bedroom light on the second floor went out, Jing Yu, standing in front of the villa’s gate, looked at his watch. It was 11 p.m., a time that neither sentimentally nor logically would allow him to ring the doorbell once more.

Moreover... he came to seek reconciliation.

The night before he was hungover, he was forcefully fed a mix of liquors by the three shameless Xie brothers, along with a few glasses of Romanee-Conti during the banquet. The eclectic mixture of alcohols merged together perfectly, making him deeply experience the feeling of total loss of sense.

As a result, upon waking up the next day, he hastily shipped Xie Yunzhen off to Yun Province.

"Cousin, you can’t make me responsible for all of Exquisite Plant’s cultivation; that’s skilled labor!"

The poor little cousin was nearly in tears; he simply couldn’t bear it alone, okay? It wasn’t just one Exquisite Plant, but a vast expanse of them! How many years would it take him to manage them all by himself?

Moreover, a single Exquisite Plant was worth its weight in gold, with its appearance outside being a rare happenstance – could you imagine the mental pressure he was under to transplant and cultivate such a large swath? Was this even humanly possible?!

In the Imperial Capital T2 Airport Waiting Room, Xie Yunzhen was on a phone call, making his last struggle, wholly unaware that this assignment was Jing Yu’s retribution for last night’s events.

Following that, he discovered that today, his cousin was exceedingly cold and heartless.

"If you can’t even manage this, you’ll tarnish the reputation of the Xie Family Medical Clan."

"But I’m clearly skilled at coding... Huh? You hung up?"

Xie Yunzhen, devastated, hugged his backpack and squatted in a corner of the airport, shivering.

"So where did I offend you exactly, that you’re tormenting me to death like this?"

This computer genius completely forgot how on his birthday night, he was busy getting others drunk while bragging about his girlfriend.

At that moment, Tang Shu, who was under the attention of the big boss of Cloudscape Group, sat in the workspace of Cao Mu Tang, munching on sunflower seeds while binge-watching shows.

The sounds of actors’ lines reverberated in Wen Nuan’s ears as she screwed on the last bolt for a mechanical model. Her patience finally reached its limit.

"Can you tone it down a bit? If you really have nothing to do, come and help me out."

"Who says I have nothing to do? As an actor, watching shows is as normal as can be for work, and you must understand that."

Go to hell with understanding, go to hell with normal!

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and with a bang, slammed her tools down on the table, "You’ve been holed up in my workshop for five days out of the last week, is that normal to you?"

That’s totally abnormal, okay? In the past, she never used to come here so frequently. She must be retaliating for the last time she was used as a whetstone for the instructors during the assessment.

"Darling, are you... hiding from someone?"

The moment the words fell, the sunflower seed-eating beauty across from her stiffened, then resumed her previous demeanor. However, to the well-trained Wen Nuan, this fraction of a second pause was enough to confirm the truth of her guess.

"So, you really are hiding from someone, who could it be? Your parents? Agent? A man?"

"Shut up!"

Tang Shu threw a lollipop at her, "Actually, I’m waiting for news. The assessment ended several days ago; can’t your work efficiency be any faster?"

A clear change of topic, but quite successfully diverted nonetheless.

Wen Nuan shrugged and leaned back, "The results could have been out on the day of the assessment, but, well... there were some minor issues. Remember that Pretty Boy?"

"The one you screwed over?"

"It’s clearly you who screwed him over. Don’t think I don’t know why his team kept running into so many instructors. I just added fuel to the fire, that’s all."

Thanks to the terminal obtained from the spoils, Ren Xiazhi certainly caused quite a bit of trouble for others during the assessment period.

"It’s because he had a beef with our comrade Zhou Daniu."

Protecting one’s own is always the Tang Sect’s strongest suit.

Wen Nuan expressed no desire to comment on this, "The day after the assessment ended, his powerful daddy finally dug him out of the hole, raising questions about the safety of the trainees during the assessment period."

"I can assure you, you haven’t suffered any losses."

"Of course, whether it’s an assessment or an exercise, there is a certain acceptable mortality rate, isn’t there?"

"So that pretty boy ended up being the only unlucky one during this assessment. Did you tell his influential dad that even if the mortality rate is reached, you’re not to blame?"

The woman across smirked, "You really get me, dear."

She hadn’t killed the person, that was already showing great restraint. She didn’t know how many scumbags she had gotten rid of.

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This is definitely a devil.

In the silence, the smartphone on the table buzzed twice. Tang Shu swiped her screen and glanced at it—it was a message from Director Xie, asking if she was available as they were short of an actor for an upcoming movie.

Hmm? The filming location is along the North China Coast?

Tang Shu turned off the popular TV series she was currently watching, got up, and walked towards the door of her workspace.

"I’m leaving, I have a new job. We’ll chat next time."

"You’re leaving just like that? You still haven’t told me what exactly you’re hiding from."

Tang Shu ignored her, "When you’re done dealing with that powerful daddy fighting for his son, remember to tell me the results of the assessment."

"... Fair-weather friend."

***

Another Saturday, sunny and with pleasant weather.

However, inside an office building in the bustling commercial area of the East District of the Imperial Capital, Jing Yu’s mood was becoming less beautiful as time passed.

No other reason, but a day had gone by and the fiery red rose bouquet, which usually appeared punctually for the big boss, did not make its appearance after 8 hours of waiting.

"Is there a parcel for me at the front desk?"

"Not at the moment, but if the courier delivers it, I will immediately bring it up for you, President Jing."

The voice of the front desk lady came through the intercom connected to the president’s office on the first floor, her tone indicating she had said this line quite often.

"I understand."

At midday, Jing Yu who hadn’t received the bouquet could still rationalize it as "the florist has many customers, being a few minutes late is no big deal," but when the 5 o’clock bell rang on time in the afternoon and he still hadn’t seen the familiar fiery red, the usually stern face turned incredibly sharp, emitting an icy aura.

And... a few traces of barely discernible helplessness.

Remembering the foolish thing he had done in the early hours of that day, and their relationship that hadn’t progressed for a consecutive week, Jing Yu pressed his hands together, resting his chin on them as he fell into a moment of contemplation.