“I know. Not as if I want anyone to see me in this miserable state,” said Yan Huan, putting her hand around her plastered hand and gave it a squeeze. She passed the tickets to Lu Yi. “Here, give this to Mom and let her pass it to her friends.”
“Okay,” said Lu Yi, putting them into his pocket. He knew that Ye Shuyun had been longing for these. Despite her and Mama Lei’s age, they weren’t any less a diehard fan than youngsters.
The word of her being invited to the gala premiere spread fast among her friends, gaining her much admiration and attention. Wives of director generals and ministers began paying them frequent visits.
The mingling of the women had inadvertently solved many problems for Lu Jin. Men can rule the world, but women decide whether they succeed at it.
For some men, their wife’s nagging and goading in bed is scarier than their whole lives battling at the frontlines.
Some of the things that were giving Lu Jin a headache just ended up…
Solved.
Even he himself didn’t get why.
Lu Yi waited for Yan Huan to fall asleep before returning home. Luo Lin was present, so he was not worried about leaving. If Yan Huan was alone, he wouldn’t have left.
Yan Huan’s injury was only at her hand, but she had always been rather frail and lethargic. She was too weak when compared to Lu Yi who had monstrous regenerative abilities.
Lu Yi drove home with the small pile of tickets.
Taking them from his hands, Ye Shuyun counted them carefully, then began making calls.
“Xiao Xiang, it’s Shuyun. I got the tickets you asked for. No, no, please don’t say that. It’s my pleasure! I’ll have my driver send them over in a jiffy.”
“Yu Ping, it’s Shuyun. The tickets are here. There’s no need for thank you, we are good friends! I had asked for your help the other day too, so please don’t be a stranger now!”
“Zi Jun, I have gotten the tickets. I’ll have my driver send them to you. See you there! Oh no, you don’t have to thank me! We are friends!”
Ye Shuyun made one call after the other, arranging for every ticket to be sent to their doorstep.
She didn’t send those tickets to just anyone either; they were all wives of rich and powerful men. A gala premiere ticket wasn’t something extraordinary, but the prospect of seeing international stars excited them. Every woman had their own idols after all. Plus, the actors attending this time were among their favorites. Being able to see them face to face was a welcomed offer, especially since they couldn’t openly show their affection to their idols due to their statuses.
Statuses, gender, age, none of them mattered when it comes to being a hardcore fan.
Lu Jin looked away. There wasn’t any room for interjection when the wives were talking. Frankly, he had wanted to tag along too, but that didn’t seem to be part of her plan.
Lu Yi walked into the room and sat down before Lu Jin. He stared at his father’s face—that was how he would look like in ten years. He resembled him since young, and even more so when he grew up.
“What’s wrong?” Lu Yi put the newspaper aside. “Got something to say?”
“Yes,” nodded Lu Yi. “Dad, were you really adopted?”
Lu Jin’s eyes twitched. Was he adopted? From the adoption home? Or from the streets even? Why were they all asking him these?
Otherwise, why would Lu Sr. beat and cripple his grandson for the Miao girl?
The surname Miao was like a prick in Lu Jin’s heart. Every mention of it stung. Even Lu Yi himself began questioning his antecedents.
If the late Mrs. Lu is still alive, would the old man have held back? Mrs. Lu adored Lu Yi and would have let any of his mistakes slide. If she were to know about what Lu Sr. did to her grandson, she would cry herself blind. Her eyes weren’t good to begin with. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The word ‘adopted’ was starting to hit too close to home.
On the other side, Ye Shuyun was on a call with Mama Lei. The call almost lasted through the entire night due to their excitement.
Yi Ling, experienced with the route, drove them to the gala premiere hall. When they stepped inside, their eyes went straight. There were many stars indeed. Zhou Zizhe and Yan Huan had many friends in the acting sphere, and even more came for Fang Ying, who had always been well-liked.
Yan Huan wore a cocktail dress that reached her ankles. Her hair had grown longer, her features still delicate and her figure slender. She had perfectly hidden her wounded hand inside her clothes. However, she only made a brief appearance in order to not steal the main lead’s thunder.
She wasn’t the main lead after all. She had set records at the box office, and her role as Qinghua had been well-received the year before, but that era had already ended.
The acting sphere needed new blood and fresh themes. That meant more new and rising stars. However, Yan Huan wasn’t afraid of being pushed down; her era has not yet come.
Seeing stars who they only saw on TV made Ye Shuyun and Mama Lei like excited young girls.
Yi Ling had interacted with many stars during her days as Yan Huan’s manager, so it didn’t take her long to get her mother-in-law and Ye Shuyun two heavyweight signatures.
They were so pleased that they kept holding on to it.
This was definitely the best birthday present they received this year.
Soon, the gala premiere commenced. Everyone watched the screen intently, anticipating and wondering if they were about to witness another miracle. The Uncle And The Flower had set the bar extremely high in the previous year; a 2D film getting 20 billion at the box office was unthinkable.
They wanted to know if they could see such an extraordinary number again.
