Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Well, that’s the case. Do you remember the TV series named The Ethos of the Flourishing Tang Dynasty that you made an investment in at the start of the year? For some unknown reason, some changes were made in the script, and the majority of my part was cut out, which is unfair to me… If that’s the last script, then it’ll be hugely different from the conditions in the contract I signed initially. I tried to communicate that to the director many times, but we couldn’t reach an agreement. Since you’re a major investor, would you do me a favor and talk to the director?”
Qin Zhi’ai thought that if it had been Liang Doukou, she would have definitely told Lu Bancheng directly that Lin Yi had robbed her of the scenes and that she wanted them back.
But she wasn’t Liang Doukou after all, so she made it vague and implicit to Lu Bancheng, even though she still felt very embarrassed after the short message was sent out. She clenched her fingers around the phone, cheeks burning red hot, then sent another short message to him saying, “I owe you this time. I’ll treat you to a good meal later.”
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The message sent from Liang Doukou was longer this time, and a tension jumped onto the browbones of Gu Yusheng after he read it for the first time.
He tightened his corners of mouth, staring at the screen, and read through it again out loud, word by word, as if he was trying to verify something.
As he read it, his face became more sour. He looked as cold as Arctic ice after he read the last word. The light sparking in his eyes was harsh and sullen.
She has some trouble that she can’t handle at work, so she just goes to Lu Bancheng for help?
She chose Lu Bancheng over me? Is she blind, or does she look down on me? Does she think that I’m incapable of tackling such a little problem?
The delightful look on Qin Zhi’ai’s face when she had ladled the soup for Lu Bancheng in his villa a few days earlier flashed through Gu Yusheng’s mind. She had expressed her thanks to Lu Bancheng in a soft, gentle tone when he had supported her, but when it came to Gu Yusheng, she would always escape desperately like a mouse at the sight of a cat.
Gu Yusheng’s chest kept heaving up and down, and a cold fury arose insuppressibly from the bottom of his heart.
He intended to close his eyes and take a deep breath, but another message jumped onto the screen.
“I owe you this time. I’ll treat you to a good meal later.”
A meal? She’s going to have a meal with him?
This sentence, like fire, painfully burned Gu Yusheng’s nerves in an instant. His anger even triggered his intentions to throttle the little woman over the phone. He gradually increased his strength on his grip of the phone, but he was unaware of the pain in his palm, because the only thought left in his mind was that Liang Doukou had asked Lu Bancheng for help instead of him, and even wanted to treat him to a meal.
Gu Yusheng remained sullen for a long time, but then the phone in his hand started vibrating again. He lowered his head down slowly, and saw another message coming in: “Is that okay?”
Of course not! Gu Yusheng raised the phone up high, looked at the screen, and typed rapidly without thinking, “You wish!”
Then when he was ready to click the ‘send’ button, he suddenly stopped.
