Peng Guoguo made the decision to transfer to Chengdu, a fact of which Xie Qian was naturally unaware.
Xie Qian was just about to assign a task to Peng Guoguo when the latter proactively approached him, guaranteeing, “I’ll definitely drag Tai Xiaowu and the others back to Shanghai to apologise to Sister Xie Tang!”
Peng Guoguo was surprisingly sensible… For a moment, Xie Qian even found that head of green hair somewhat tolerable.
“Don’t boast just yet; failing to catch them would be embarrassing.”
“I only embarrass others!”
Peng Guoguo was brimming with confidence.
To infiltrate Xie Qian’s circle, Peng Guoguo was determined to sell out Tai Wu and his crew. After all, they were brothers, and he had cleaned up their messes before; now it was their turn to sacrifice!
He repeated the same assurance to Xie Tang, patting his chest.
At the time, Xie Tang was on her way to meet Wen Ying, with Peng Guoguo shamelessly trailing behind.
Upon arriving, Wen Ying was in the hotel revising the script and told Xie Tang to wait a bit.
Not seeing Wen Ying yet, Xie Tang didn’t mind chatting more with Peng Guoguo. After hearing his guarantee, she nodded, “Fine, go ahead. Once you bring them back, I won’t trouble you anymore!”
Peng Guoguo stammered in defense, “It really had little to do with me; I was just there and couldn’t stop Tai Wu and the others…”
Xie Tang turned, giving him a half-smile, and Peng Guoguo fell silent.
After all, he had fanned the flames, and facing Xie Tang made him guilty.
“But Sister Xie Tang, that boyfriend of yours is really no good. Are you still in contact?”
Before leaving, Peng Guoguo couldn’t resist probing Xie Tang’s relationship status.
Given Xie Tang’s temperament, a guy breaking up publicly basically meant no chance of reconciliation. But most girls softened their principles in love; if Xie Tang had a touch of lovesickness, the guy might coax her back!
Peng Guoguo didn’t know what he was hoping for, but Xie Tang, reminded by him, felt that after two days of cooling off, it was time to contact Yan Yuchuan.
“Whether we’re in contact or not has nothing to do with you. Have you forgotten Xie Qian’s words so quickly?”
Whether Yan Yuchuan was good or not, even the Xie family hadn’t objected; outsiders had no right to meddle!
Peng Guoguo’s green hair seemed to wilt instantly.
At that moment, Wen Ying came downstairs.
From afar, Xie Tang looked like a graceful white swan, with a dyed big dog squatting beside her.
“Pfft!”
Wen Ying was amused by her own mental image.
Upon seeing Wen Ying, Peng Guoguo became even more uneasy.
Sigh, a high schooler who’s already a bestselling author and a screenwriter.
In the internet café, Peng Guoguo had read an interview about Wen Ying, detailing her ordinary background; she was a true talent who rose through sheer ability.
A slacker like him felt scorched by such literary genius even from a distance. Only someone like Xie Qian—rich, handsome, and incredibly smart—could interact with a girl like her without issue, right?
Couldn’t handle it; time to bail.
Peng Guoguo greeted Wen Ying and fled.
Wen Ying wondered, “It’s almost lunchtime; I was going to invite him to eat with us. Why did he run?”
Peng Guoguo didn’t seem bad.
If he were, Xie Qian wouldn’t have brought him to Wu Chunqin’s for dinner.
That was Wen Ying’s trust in Xie Qian.
From Xie Tang, Wen Ying could learn about Xie Qian’s childhood antics; from Peng Guoguo, she might see another side of him.
No matter what Xie Qian was like, Wen Ying wanted to know.
This thought seemed a bit forward, but luckily Xie Tang couldn’t read minds, so Wen Ying stood composed.
Xie Tang laughed, “Why invite him to eat? Ignore him. Boys his age are fickle and immature. Do you think everyone’s like Xie Qian?”
—Those words were spot on!
When Xie Tang praised others, Wen Ying might think it was through a cousin’s filter.
But praising Xie Qian… What was wrong with that? Xie Qian was great!
Xie Tang asked if Wen Ying had plans for the afternoon. After considering her script progress, Wen Ying shook her head, “It’s basically done. I have plenty of time this afternoon; I’m heading back to Chengdu in a couple of days.”
She still needed to review manuscripts in Chengdu.
She could do it in Shanghai via fax, but that increased costs in manpower and money.
The organisers could afford it, and *Spark* could spare someone to fax, but Wen Ying preferred reviewing originals for convenience.
Given the filming schedule of *Galaxy and You*, the crew was destined to spend the New Year in Shanghai. Whether Wen Ying returned after depended on the script’s completeness. If she had no new ideas for the plot, the entire script would be finalised!
“Congratulations on completing another work.”
Xie Tang smiled until her eyes crinkled, “Since you’re not rushing back, let me take you to lunch? I know a good Huaiyang restaurant I’ve wanted to try, but I haven’t found the right dining companion.”
Finding a dining companion wouldn’t be hard for Xie Tang; she had a boyfriend before.
Wen Ying recalled Xie Qian’s words and guessed: The Huaiyang restaurant was probably pricey, beyond her boyfriend’s budget, hence no suitable companion.
This highlighted major issues in Xie Tang’s previous relationship.
It was normal for couples to have different financial situations.
Like in her past life, Wen Ying’s income was top-tier for a white-collar worker, saving over four million for a down payment—far from financial freedom, but solidly “financially independent.”
Unfortunately, her boyfriend was young Mr. He, poised to take over the family business.
White-collar was still salaried; how could it compare to a boss’s spending?
Wen Ying and He Zhen’s consumption habits naturally clashed.
In hindsight, if He Zhen had always accommodated her, lowering his standards to match, her pride would have ended the relationship much sooner than three years!
No wonder Xie Tang’s boyfriend broke up.
Putting herself in his shoes, past-life Wen Ying was like current Yan Yuchuan.
The difference: When meeting He Zhen, Wen Ying knew his background roughly and anticipated challenges—including Madam Dai’s opposition. Rich families weren’t easy to enter; dating was fine, but marriage was another story.
Not just Madam Dai being snobbish; she at least maintained surface elegance. Some wealthy wives were worse, viewing any ordinary girl near their sons as gold-digging schemers!
Recalling her past life, Wen Ying felt no anger now.
Without those experiences, she wouldn’t be who she was today.
Better to have your own than rely on others.
For a sweet, untainted romance, one needed strength to withstand worldly scrutiny!
Wen Ying’s two-lifetime wisdom was unknown to Yan Yuchuan.
