Chapter 11: The Cousin
Liu Fengqing Is Blacklisted [Revised]
Even by the time he left work in the afternoon, Lu Shengheng still hadn’t been able to get through to Yuan An’s phone.
The irritation in his heart grew, making his expression look even darker. His secretary had been trembling with fear when coming in midway to report on work.
This sour mood only improved slightly once he got into the car heading home.
Lu Suichu had already been waiting in the car for a few minutes. Seeing Lu Shengheng get in, a pure and gentle smile instantly bloomed on his face. “Eldest Brother, you’re here. Was work tiring today?”
The familiar, warm greeting brought a brief moment of tranquility to Lu Shengheng’s turbulent mood.
He closed the car door, his tone as cold and detached as ever. “No.”
Lu Suichu’s eyes darkened.
Ever since he arrived at the Lu family at the age of sixteen, although Lu Shengheng would occasionally ask about his heart condition, the man usually treated him with a cold demeanor, falling completely short of the special treatment he had envisioned.
Lu Suichu knit his brows in impatience, but immediately forced himself back into that gentle facade. Biting his lip, he asked, “Then, Eldest Brother, did you call An’an to apologize on my behalf?”
Upon learning that Yuan An intended to file a lawsuit, he knew he would be implicated, so he had played pitiful to make Lu Shengheng act as an intermediary to apologize for him.
Hearing him bring this up, the annoyance in Lu Shengheng’s heart flared up again. Suppressing it, he gave a brief, casual summary of his phone call with Yuan An.
As proud a man as he was, how could he possibly apologize, let alone apologize on someone else’s behalf?
Thus, he had directly resorted to a method he believed would resolve the matter permanently.
Hearing that Lu Shengheng had threatened Yuan An with an industry blacklist, Lu Suichu felt a surge of secret delight, though he maintained a worried expression on the surface: “Eldest Brother, I only wanted you to help me apologize. If you talk about blacklisting him, won’t An’an misunderstand me?”
“You weren’t mentioned.” After dropping those cold words, Lu Shengheng leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes, clearly showing he had no desire to talk further.
Having obtained a satisfactory answer, Lu Suichu tactfully held his tongue.
…
Only after receiving intravenous fluids for three consecutive days was Yuan An finally permitted by Jiang Hede to consume food.
Auntie Su was the happiest upon hearing this news.
She meticulously consulted Jiang Hede regarding what foods Yuan An needed to avoid during this period, even going so far as to take detailed notes.
Starting the next day, she came up with all sorts of varieties to brew porridge and stew soups for Yuan An, tirelessly delivering meals to the hospital six or seven times a day.
The millet porridge was brewed until it was perfectly soft, the fish soup was stewed into a thick milky white without any fishy odor, and the fish and shrimp meat were finely minced and mixed with mashed carrots…
After a day of meals delivered like this, Yuan An felt that running back and forth between the hospital and home six or seven times a day was far too exhausting for Auntie Su, and he felt too embarrassed to trouble her further.
So that evening, when Qin Sixing came to the hospital after work to keep him company and ease his boredom, he tactfully told Qin Sixing that he was willing to pay for a delivery runner to handle the meals instead of Auntie Su.
Qin Sixing understood his intentions. The very next morning, he brought a curly-haired young man to the hospital.
“This is my cousin, Song Chucheng. He has nothing to do and is completely free every day, so let him deliver meals to you for the next few days,” Qin Sixing introduced as he took out the rice paste and dishes from the insulated lunch box.
Yuan An looked toward Song Chucheng, thoroughly stunned by a face as handsome as a Greek sculpture.
Song Chucheng flashed a bright, cheerful smile at him. “Hello! You’re Yuan An, right?”
Yuan An nodded with a smile, then whispered to Qin Sixing, “Is this the troublemaking cousin you mentioned a couple of days ago?”
Qin Sixing nodded. “It’s him. He’s mixed-race and hasn’t been back in the country for very long. Guide him well.”
Yuan An glanced at Song Chucheng and nodded.
“I have to go to work now. Get along well.” Qin Sixing stood up, throwing a subtle, warning look at Song Chucheng before he left.
Song Chucheng gave an understanding nod, returning a “rest assured” look.
The moment Qin Sixing left, Song Chucheng hurriedly moved a chair over to sit by the bedside. “Yuan An, how old are you this year?”
Only after swallowing a mouthful of rice paste did Yuan An obediently reply, “Twenty-two.”
Song Chucheng nodded. “I’m the same age as you; we should be from the same year. I’ll turn twenty-three in July. What about you? Which month is your birthday?”
“September,” Yuan An said, studying Song Chucheng for a brief moment before adding, “Mr. Qin mentioned that you just returned to the country recently, but your Mandarin is actually quite excellent.”
The smile on Song Chucheng’s face stiffened for a fraction of a second before he replied, “My mother taught me often when we were in France.”
With that, he carefully observed Yuan An’s expression.
Seeing Yuan An nod without any suspicion, Song Chucheng’s heart finally settled down a bit.
Just then, his phone chimed, alerting him to a new WeChat message.
Song Chucheng opened it to find a message from his cousin.
[Make sure you don’t speak out of turn.]
Song Chucheng raised his brows and smiled.
Warning him right before leaving, and now even sending a WeChat message to remind him—it seems his cousin still doesn’t have much trust in him.
Song Chucheng explained to Yuan An, “Sorry, let me reply to my cousin’s message real quick.”
Following that, a glint of mischief flashed in his eyes as his fingers flew across the screen to type a reply:
[Too late, I accidentally let it slip just now. Take a guess at what I said, Brother?]
Qin Sixing:
[……]
[You know exactly what you’re doing.]
He didn’t take the bait.
Song Chucheng curled his lips.
[I do. Brother, you can rest a hundred percent assured.]
He tucked away his phone. Seeing that Yuan An had already finished all the food and was placing the bowls, chopsticks, and spoon back into the insulated lunch box, Song Chucheng hurriedly rose to help.
“By the way, Yuan An, how did you and my brother recognize… meet each other?”
The moment the words left his mouth, Song Chucheng cursed himself inwardly.
He had almost truly let the cat out of the bag; fortunately, he managed to think on his feet.
Yuan An didn’t pay any mind to the sudden pause and shift in his sentence, simply assuming that his Mandarin wasn’t entirely fluent yet.
“In the beginning, we met in the hospital garden. We ran into each other again afterwards and gradually became well-acquainted.”
These words actually described his encounter with Qin Sixing in his previous life, but Song Chucheng didn’t know that. He assumed his cousin had intentionally approached Yuan An in this manner after locating him.
It turns out his cousin is not only deep and calculating enough to orchestrate his own script, but he’s also a total method actor! Big thumbs up!
Song Chucheng chatted with Yuan An a bit more about other things, then prepared to take the lunch box back to get the next meal ready.
As he was leaving, Yuan An quickly stopped him to ask for his contact information.
Without giving it a second thought, Song Chucheng added him on WeChat.
“I’m heading off then. I’ll bring you another meal in a bit.” Song Chucheng adjusted his phone and waved his hand at Yuan An.
Yuan An also waved back to bid him goodbye. “Alright, thank you for your hard work.”
The middle-aged man who previously shared the ward with Yuan An had already been discharged, so once Song Chucheng left, Yuan An was the only one left in the room.
Feeling a bit bored, Yuan An opened his phone and clicked to browse through Song Chucheng’s Moments.
Song Chucheng was extroverted and posted two or three updates to his Moments every single day. Sometimes, if the mood struck him, he would even post long essays expressing his views on a particular topic.
Furthermore, everything was written in Chinese, and he even used several idioms perfectly accurately.
Yuan An found this somewhat surprising.
It seemed Song Chucheng’s mother must be quite remarkable to have taught her son’s Chinese to such a high standard, even instilling a wealth of linguistic knowledge in him.
Yuan An gave a like to Song Chucheng’s top post on Moments, then put his phone down and didn’t bother with it further.
…
The date of the court hearing fell exactly two days before Yuan An’s scheduled discharge.
Director Xu was worried that Yuan An’s physical condition wouldn’t allow him to appear in court normally, so he offered to represent him as his authorized delegate.
After all, he had been involved in this plagiarism storm from beginning to end. It could be said that aside from Yuan An himself, Director Xu knew the ins and outs of the situation better than anyone else.
Unable to refuse his earnest offer, Yuan An could only agree.
The night before the trial, while Yuan An was drinking the soup Auntie Su had meticulously stewed, he suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number.
The location registered to the phone number wasn’t Hejiang City, so Yuan An simply hung it up, assuming it was a spam call.
However, within a minute after he hung up, the number called a second time.
Typical spam calls wouldn’t place a second call within such a brief window of time.
Feeling somewhat curious, he held his phone, hesitating whether or not to answer.
He didn’t know many people, and his social circle during university was mostly limited to Hejiang City. He truly couldn’t fathom who would be calling him at a time like this.
Qin Sixing, who was working on his computer, noticed that Yuan An had stopped drinking his soup. He raised his head and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a call from an out-of-town number. I don’t know if I should pick it up,” Yuan An said.
Even as he spoke, because he had left it ringing for too long, the call automatically disconnected.
Immediately following that, the person called yet again.
Yuan An let out a sigh. “This is the third call.”
With that, after a moment’s consideration, he tapped to accept the call and set his soup bowl aside.
“Hello, is this An Yuan?” An urgent voice came through from the other end. The voice sounded slightly hoarse and raspy, sounding like a middle-aged man’s.
“Yes, it is. May I ask who is calling?” Yuan An inquired politely.
“I am Liu Fengqing,” the person on the other end said, his tone carrying a hint of pleasant surprise. “I know I shouldn’t have plagiarized your script. I apologize. But I beg of you, can you please not blacklist me?”
Yuan An didn’t know how Liu Fengqing had obtained his contact details. Hearing the man’s pleading words, his brows knitted slightly.
He had handed the entire matter of the lawsuit over to the lawyer to handle and hadn’t paid any attention to it since being hospitalized. He didn’t understand why Liu Fengqing would claim that he was going to blacklist him.
Yuan An pressed his lips together and said, “I have never said anything about blacklisting you, nor do I possess that kind of capability.”
Liu Fengqing grew frantic in an instant, roaring, “How could it not be you? How could you not have that capability! That person explicitly said that you are his younger brother, that you are all members of the Lu family—a single casual word from you can have me blacklisted!”
The moment those words were bellowed out, Liu Fengqing seemed to calm down immediately.
There was a brief pause on his end, and then he resumed his imploring tone, lowering his volume significantly: “An Yuan, I’ve been in the film and television circles for so long. No matter how you look at it, I can be considered your senior. There’s no need for us to make things look this ugly. Look, I have a wealth of resources and experience—I can share all of these with you. You’re just entering the industry, so I can also mentor you…”
Yuan An cut him off. “Since you have resources, why should you be afraid of being blacklisted?”
Liu Fengqing choked on his words.
Once he was blacklisted, what use would those resources be to him anyway?!
He nearly roared out his true thoughts once more, but fortunately managed to restrain himself.
Liu Fengqing let out a dry laugh and said, “This… you understand it clearly in your heart as well. It’s not that I’m… In short, for the sake of me being your senior, can you have your family speak up and stop blacklisting me? I’m willing to pay a higher amount in damages, truly!”
Yuan An lowered his gaze. Even though Liu Fengqing put it that way, he didn’t believe that the Lu family was genuinely moving to blacklist Liu Fengqing. After all, just a couple of days ago, Lu Shengheng had threatened him with a blacklist to force him to drop the lawsuit; how could the man turn around and stand on his side to blacklist Liu Fengqing?
The entertainment circles were a mixed bag. It was entirely possible that some figure Liu Fengqing had accidentally offended in the past was merely using this opportunity to borrow a knife to kill.
In the end, Yuan An merely said in a flat tone, “There’s no need to emotionally blackmail me. I have indeed never expressed any desire to have you blacklisted. Instead of wasting time begging me, you’d be better off begging the person who is actually blacklisting you.”
With that, Yuan An hung up the call directly.
After setting his phone aside, Yuan An realized that Qin Sixing was looking at him with a gentle expression.
He smiled and teased, “I didn’t expect that before I could even get blacklisted, the person who plagiarized my script would get blacklisted first. I wonder which good Samaritan pulled the strings.”
Although it might not sound entirely appropriate to say aloud, learning that Liu Fengqing had been blacklisted brought an immensely gratifying sense of satisfaction to his heart.
Qin Sixing chuckled softly and said, “Who knows? Perhaps it’s a case of bad karma catching up with the wicked.”
“Hahaha.” Yuan An couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Qin Sixing’s gaze was tender as he reached out to stroke his hair.
The author has something to say:
Today, it’s the good Samaritan Qin.
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