Chapter 122: Why Is YanYan Still So Shy
The rain had cleared, and the morning sun shone brilliantly on Nancheng. The traces of last night’s rain were gradually disappearing.
The spacious bedroom was quiet. The curtains were drawn, only a small gap open, letting in the warm winter sunlight, creating a beam of light where tiny dust motes danced.
An Qingyan sleepily opened his eyes, then sat up, the blanket sliding off his body. His slender frame was clad in an oversized white shirt, not the one from last night.
He’d been so exhausted that he’d fallen asleep. Gu Fei must have changed his clothes…
Gu Fei had intentionally changed him into his own shirt.
What a… mischievous taste.
Realizing what had happened last night, An Qingyan instantly woke up, his cheeks flushing. Last night had been bold, and now he felt shy.
How could he have done something so shameless!
Gu Fei opened the door and saw the boy sitting on the bed, head down, hands covering his face.
Upon seeing him, he flinched like a startled rabbit, immediately burying himself under the covers, as if ashamed to be seen. Now he knew how to be shy.
A smile played on the man’s lips, softening his usually sharp features. He stood by the bed, leaning down to look at the lump under the covers.
“Baby, wake up.”
His warm, magnetic voice traveled through the blanket into the boy’s ears. His cheeks flushed even more. Fei-ge had called him that last night, many times.
Gu Fei waited patiently, before the person under the covers slowly revealed their head, avoiding eye contact, softly calling out “Fei-ge.”
Seeing An Qingyan’s flushed cheeks, Gu Fei touched his forehead, then his cheek. It was a little hot. He immediately asked with concern, “Do you have a fever?”
An Qingyan: “…No.”
“If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me.” The man’s expression was serious.
“…” An Qingyan pursed his lips, whispering, “I just got red in the face from being under the covers. I’m fine.”
He really felt fine. The ample sleep had refreshed him. Maybe that was one good thing about not feeling pain.
Gu Fei was still uneasy, “Let Fei-ge check you.”
“Check… check what?” An Qingyan looked at the man in confusion, meeting his playful eyes. He became wary, clutching the blanket tightly, “No, no, no… no need to check!”
The man chuckled softly, leaning down towards the tense boy, looking at those innocent yet wary peach blossom eyes. His lips moved, “Why is YanYan still so shy?”
An Qingyan shyly buried his face in the blanket, muttering, “Don’t say it…”
But Gu Fei persisted, enjoying watching his YanYan’s shy and flustered expression. He stroked the boy’s head, “And, YanYan looks very good in my shirt, I really like it.”
…
Only after teasing the boy until he was almost hiding in the corner of the bed did Master Gu happily leave for work, not forgetting to tell An Qingyan to stay in the room and rest.
If he could, he really didn’t want to go to the company.
A short spring night and a bright morning. From now on, the emperor won’t get up early for court.
That makes sense.
…
Since receiving the call last night, Wu Weiguang had been both excited and worried, resulting in a sleepless night. The next morning, he went to Gu Corporation with two dark circles under his eyes.
The receptionist told him that their CEO hadn’t come to work yet. So, he waited in the reception area for over an hour. Just as he was about to give up and go home, he finally saw the legendary Master Gu.
The outside world rumored that Master Gu was cold and impersonal, always wearing a poker face, but when he actually met him, he wondered if the rumors were wrong.
“Don’t be so polite, please have a seat.”
“Okay… Master Gu, please have a seat as well.”
Wu Weiguang nervously swallowed, subtly observing the man sitting on the left sofa. Tall and leggy, his figure was like a top male model, his face handsome, with a high-quality film texture.
If he were to act, he would definitely be popular.
Most importantly, a faint smile played on the man’s handsome brows, seemingly in a good mood, not as cold and distant as rumored.
Wu Weiguang relaxed a little, tentatively saying, “Master Gu, about the investment you mentioned last night…”
Gu Fei: “One hundred million.”
Having mentally prepared himself, Wu Weiguang remained calm. One hundred million was an unattainable figure for ordinary people, but for Gu Corporation, it was nothing.
“Really, truly thank you. This investment is very important to me,” Wu Weiguang sincerely thanked Gu Fei for solving his urgent problem.
“To be honest, I did encounter a problem with the casting of this drama, but now it should be solved.”
With this investment, what was he afraid of? Mr. Wu could go to hell.
Gu Fei subtly curled his lips, “Then congratulations, Director Wu.” He paused, then added calmly, “Mr. Gu believes in your judgment, that you will choose the most suitable actors.”
Hearing this, Wu Weiguang’s eyes lit up. Master Gu’s words meant he wouldn’t interfere with the casting and wouldn’t decide on anyone. Thinking this, he couldn’t help but smile, “Master Gu, rest assured, I already have the most suitable candidates in mind.”
“But I have a question to ask you.” Seeing the other party nod slightly, Wu Weiguang continued, “Why did you suddenly invest in Nine Continents?”
Gu Fei didn’t want to explain so much, “No reason, just wanted to invest.”
Wu Weiguang: “…”
Okay, the rich are capricious.
He really didn’t understand the world of the rich.
The truth, of course, wasn’t as Gu Fei said. He invested in this drama for two reasons. Firstly, the IP’s commercial value. Adapted from a famous novel, the director and filming team were top-tier in the industry, with the potential to become a huge hit.
Of course, the biggest reason was An Qingyan.
Gu Fei could see that the boy genuinely liked the drama and the character Shen Tinghan. He often held the novel, studying Shen Tinghan’s personality traits, figuring out how to play the role well.
Sometimes An Qingyan would share his thoughts with him. When he did, the boy was exceptionally serious, his eyes shining.
How could he bear to disappoint his YanYan?
The boy clearly had the ability.
Gu Fei couldn’t keep An Qingyan by his side. He had his own aspirations and pursuits. What Gu Fei could do was make the path smoother, allowing the boy to proceed unimpeded, without suffering any grievances.
This was something he had decided long ago.
Of course, even though he invested in the drama, he wouldn’t demand that An Qingyan be cast as the male lead.
Gu Fei had his principles.
Most importantly, he believed in his YanYan’s ability.
Leaving Gu Corporation, Wu Weiguang was happier than the sun in the sky. He immediately took out his phone and called Mr. Wu. He no longer had to swallow his anger.
“Mr. Wu, I’ve decided who will play the male lead.”
A gruff middle-aged voice came from the other end of the line, with a greasy tone, “Director Wu, wouldn’t it have been better if you had been this sensible earlier? Duan Ci acts so well, don’t you think?”
Wu Weiguang smiled disdainfully, but his tone was polite, “Mr. Wu, I think you might have misunderstood something. I didn’t choose Duan Ci.”
“What? If not Duan Ci, then who?”
“Didn’t I tell you earlier?!” Mr. Wu angrily scolded, “Wu Weiguang, let me advise you, don’t push your luck. If you anger me, without funding, how will you film this lousy drama?”
Wu Weiguang: “Mr. Wu, are you withdrawing your investment?”
“What? Now you’re scared? It’s too late!”
“Sorry, I think you’ve misunderstood again,” Wu Weiguang said with a smile, “I mean, if you want to withdraw your investment, do it quickly. Our lousy crew really can’t accommodate your presence.”
After saying this, he hung up, finally feeling relieved.
Get lost quickly!
An uncultured, artless, self-righteous nouveau riche!
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Yu Qingtong and Song Shuman returned from their outing in the suburbs in the afternoon and went back to Gu Fei’s house. Song Shuman mainly wanted to see her younger son.
The three of them sat together, having afternoon tea and chatting.
“YanYan, why do you have a red mark on your neck? What happened?”
Song Shuman leaned closer, wanting to see clearly. An Qingyan was startled and immediately pulled up his collar, hiding the mark on his neck. He smiled and said, “It’s nothing, just a mosquito bite.”
Although it was winter, the room was heated with air conditioning, so it wasn’t cold. An Qingyan still wore a turtleneck sweater to cover the marks, but it was still discovered.
“There are mosquitoes in winter?” Song Shuman was puzzled but didn’t think much of it, “Nancheng’s mosquitoes are rampant. YanYan, remember to spray more mosquito repellent.”
An Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, “Mm, I will.”
“By the way, YanYan, now that your arm is almost healed, when are you moving back home? We all miss you,” Song Shuman looked at her younger son with anticipation, having waited so long for this day.
“This…”
Yu Qingtong said with a smile, “YanYan, don’t rush. Stay here as long as you want. Aunt likes you, stay here and keep Aunt company.”
Song Shuman disagreed, “Qingtong, don’t you have a son? Don’t compete with me for my son! YanYan, don’t listen to your aunt, it’s better to go home.”
Watching the two arguing, An Qingyan couldn’t help but smile.