Yang Hong’an repeatedly urged them to stay, but the three good people still didn’t stay for a meal at the Yang household.
It wasn’t about disliking the Yang family’s poor conditions, but feeling embarrassed to trouble an elderly person.
Yang Hong’an refused to accept the nutrition fee, so Wen Ying and the others had to leave a pile of supplements. After they all left, Yang Xi returned from outside, looking at the cans of milk powder, red dates, and some ginseng tablets piled on the table, she scratched her head in frustration.
With the minor injury she had, where was the need to eat so many supplements?
Besides, these things were clearly suitable for the elderly, exactly what the old folks at home needed but would absolutely never buy.
Wen Ying paid her salary, she did her job, everyone owed nothing to each other, that was fine, now with this, she owed more and more, how could she repay?
The injury on Yang Xi’s hand had already healed, the stitches not yet removed, it still looked quite gruesome.
Yang Hong’an only felt relieved after seeing it himself.
While feeling heartbroken for Yang Xi’s injury, Yang Hong’an was also happy for her, saying she met a good boss.
“They said they’ll send you to study in the future.”
“You work hard.”
“You’ve met good people.”
Yang Hong’an nagged and instructed Yang Xi, still brooding over Yang Xi dropping out to work, if Yang Xi could continue her studies in the future, Yang Hong’an would truly be at ease.
Under immense pressure from the favour, Yang Xi took the initiative to message Wen Ying, requesting a face-to-face talk.
Sister Xi wasn’t avoiding anymore, but Wen Ying was unavailable.
Wen Ying had to meet Yuan Fenghui.
After leaving the Yang household, Zou Weijun didn’t speak for a long time, seemingly still thinking about the Yang family’s matters.
Once in the car, Zou Weijun said she wanted to go home first, not joining Xie Qian and Wen Ying for the rest of the itinerary.
“You go handle your own things, call me if anything comes up.”
Zou Weijun had the driver drop the two at the entrance of the hotel where Yuan Fenghui was staying in Rongcheng.
Wen Ying was a bit worried, “Is Aunt Zou okay?”
Since leaving the Yang household, Zou Weijun’s mood seemed somewhat low.
Xie Qian wasn’t sure either, he called Zou Weijun’s psychologist, explaining today’s events and Zou Weijun’s reaction.
“It’s likely a benign reaction, but don’t be too careless, observe her subsequent reactions, see what she does. Since she was willing to visit this employee with you, why not let her take charge of the follow-up matters.”
The psychologist felt that as long as Zou Weijun remained interested in unknown things, her thoughts of self-harm would lessen.
Curiosity and the desire to explore have always been a driving force for human individuals to move forward.
Xie Qian felt slightly relieved, hung up the phone, and said to Wen Ying, “The doctor said it’s a benign reaction, let’s go meet Producer Yuan first, then I’ll head home.”
Pressing too closely, constantly talking heart-to-heart with Zou Weijun, might not be a good thing.
Some space needed to be left for Zou Weijun to think, Xie Qian decided to accompany Wen Ying to meet Yuan Fenghui first.
…
Before Wen Ying even arrived, Li Mengjiao had already hyped Wen Ying up a hundred times, aiming to make Yuan Fenghui value Wen Ying.
Yuan Fenghui easily saw through Li Mengjiao’s intentions.
Yuan Fenghui wanted to sign a long-term contract with Li Mengjiao, willing to accommodate her for this, even moving the album production team to Rongcheng, determined to gradually tie Li Mengjiao down.
So Yuan Fenghui wasn’t afraid of Li Mengjiao causing trouble, wasn’t afraid of Li Mengjiao having people and things she cared about, but most feared Li Mengjiao being ascetic and desireless at such a young age, wanting nothing from her, then what could she use to tie Li Mengjiao down?
Li Mengjiao repeatedly praised Wen Ying, unconsciously revealing trust and admiration for Wen Ying in her words, Yuan Fenghui hadn’t met Wen Ying yet but was already very curious about her.
“Teacher Yuan, Wen Ying is here, she came with my other friend Xie Qian.”
Li Mengjiao stood up from the sofa, waving, Yuan Fenghui followed Li Mengjiao’s gaze, the first person she saw wasn’t Wen Ying, but Xie Qian.
Where Xie Qian was, even Li Mengjiao’s starlight dimmed a bit, let alone Wen Ying, whose appearance wasn’t outstanding.
The TV station’s Producer Yan, upon seeing Xie Qian, liked him immediately, feeling it was a pity such looks didn’t enter the entertainment industry.
Yuan Fenghui had seen plenty of handsome men and beautiful women in Taiwan, those male idols packaged by companies, even before debuting, stood out in a crowd, but none were as good-looking as Xie Qian.
This is an amateur?
If carefully packaged, even without acting skills, unable to sing, just with this face, he could become a sensation across Asia, Yuan Fenghui felt an impulse, a voice shouting: Sign him, sign him, your career’s peak lies with him!
That was Yuan Fenghui’s first reaction.
But as Xie Qian approached, Yuan Fenghui’s excited mood was like being doused with cold water.
Such a young man would never enter the industry.
Xie Qian’s aura was aloof and refined, Yuan Fenghui had seen many pre-debut newcomers, those so-called “noble sons” claiming they’d have to inherit family businesses if they didn’t work hard, nine out of ten were fake, standing next to Xie Qian, they were truly just sons of nouveau riche.
This young man must come from an extraordinary family.
Possibly much better than Li Mengjiao’s family.
The Li family didn’t want Li Mengjiao in the entertainment industry, a family better than the Li’s would even less allow their younger generation to enter.
Yuan Fenghui’s heated mind cooled down, showing no trace of abnormality, nodded at Xie Qian, then turned to look at Wen Ying.
At first glance, quite unremarkable, mainly because standing beside such an outstanding young man, anyone could be overlooked, it wasn’t Wen Ying’s fault for being unremarkable, only that Xie Qian was too dazzling.
But, as long as you looked a couple more times, you’d definitely notice Wen Ying.
Wen Ying greeted people with a three-part smile, had a very likable round face, a cute type of appearance, but different from Li Mengjiao’s cuteness, Li Mengjiao was naive, a fearless newborn calf’s charming cuteness, Wen Ying was… how to put it, like she understood everything, but feared nothing!
This little girl, beneath an unremarkable appearance, hid a confident edge!
Teenage boys and girls are most easily swayed by the outside world, their confidence often comes from external feedback. Young people like Xie Qian and Li Mengjiao, with outstanding looks and good family conditions, grew up in praise, their confidence was normal.
Wen Ying, praised by Li Mengjiao, standing calmly beside Xie Qian, clearly didn’t rely on appearance, this little girl’s confidence radiated from within.
“Hello!”
Yuan Fenghui smiled and extended her hand, “You must be Wen Ying, Mengjiao often mentions you to me, I’m very curious about you, finally meeting you today, I heard you encouraged Mengjiao to join the talent show, not only do I thank you, those fans who love Mengjiao should thank you too!”
“Teacher Yuan, hello.”
Wen Ying shook hands with Yuan Fenghui, “You’re too polite, having you produce Mengjiao’s album is Mengjiao’s luck, joining the talent show was just a means, to truly make a name, Mengjiao can’t do without guidance from a master like you!”
Both confirmed with a glance, both adept at commercial flattery.
Their hands clasped, Yuan Fenghui and Wen Ying smiled at each other.
Now Yuan Fenghui genuinely shifted her focus to Wen Ying, it might sound strange, but Yuan Fenghui sensed a kindred spirit in Wen Ying, this little girl knew how much she valued Li Mengjiao, knew her purpose for coming to Rongcheng!
Even Li Mengjiao herself might not understand how determined Yuan Fenghui was to sign her.
Li Mengjiao looked at Yuan Fenghui, then at Wen Ying, both were smiling, why did the atmosphere suddenly tense?
Li Mengjiao cast a questioning glance at Xie Qian.
Xie Qian gently shook his head, signaling her not to interfere, this was Wen Ying and Yuan Fenghui’s probing exchange.
Oh.
Li Mengjiao instantly felt at ease.
Not being smart enough didn’t matter, having smart friends to worry for her, Li Mengjiao immediately became carefree and started praising Wen Ying.
These words, Yuan Fenghui had heard before, now hearing them again.
Li Mengjiao wanted to recommend Wen Ying to Yuan Fenghui, to have Wen Ying write scripts as a screenwriter.
This was a bit fanciful.
Neither a TV station nor a company would hire a sixteen-year-old screenwriter, what full plots could a sixteen-year-old write, being a screenwriter didn’t require profoundly deep works, but at least some life experience.
Even for idol drama screenwriters, not just anyone could do it, the seemingly clichéd Cinderella + Prince male-female lead setup, how to write it with freshness, when to sprinkle sweetness, when to add angst, all required very good pacing.
A sixteen-year-old girl couldn’t write such scripts, a sixteen-year-old girl hadn’t even figured out what love is, couldn’t craft dreamy stories to enchant TV audiences, nor handle plot conflicts, because at this age, not only was love unclear, but human relations and social nuances were even less understood, who was close to whom, who had grudges, no complete logical chain!
Yuan Fenghui was willing to meet Wen Ying, of course not really to hire her as a screenwriter, purely to accommodate Li Mengjiao.
Once she met Wen Ying, just find any excuse to brush it off, Li Mengjiao would be satisfied, Wen Ying couldn’t find fault.
Before meeting Wen Ying, Yuan Fenghui had made up her mind, but upon actually meeting Wen Ying, Yuan Fenghui immediately adjusted her previous thoughts.
This little girl wasn’t easy to brush off.
Yuan Fenghui said sincerely, “I don’t know what Mengjiao told you, you might have a talent for writing, but being a screenwriter is different from writing novels or essays, especially before you have fame, a script by a 16-year-old screenwriter, no investor would use it.”
Yuan Fenghui was already very considerate to Wen Ying, saying she was writing novels or essays, not saying she was writing compositions.
Li Mengjiao got anxious, this wasn’t what was said initially, Yuan Fenghui had clearly promised her to give Wen Ying a chance to try.
“Teacher Yuan—”
Xie Qian’s warning glance pinned Li Mengjiao firmly to the sofa.
“Don’t interrupt, let Wen Ying talk to Teacher Yuan herself.”
Wen Ying smiled freely, she never expected Yuan Fenghui to actually hire her as a screenwriter.
Wen Ying was willing to meet Yuan Fenghui, first, not wanting to reject Li Mengjiao’s kindness, second, wanting to take the chance to observe what kind of person Yuan Fenghui was. Entertainment gossip reports were often distorted, with the narrative controlled by others, whether Yuan Fenghui was good or bad was decided by others.
Since Yuan Fenghui valued Li Mengjiao so much, she’d likely try to become Li Mengjiao’s agent, so Wen Ying had to come see.
Setting aside the interference of entertainment magazine reports, Wen Ying’s first impression of Yuan Fenghui was quite good.
