“Keep it a secret for now.”
Director Zeng was being mysterious.
He hooked his arm around the producer’s shoulder and walked away.
“No long shots, just close-ups filmed on location. I want her to become an instant hit and win next year’s Best Newcomer Award.”
Even the producer was surprised: “You’re that confident in her? Then why not let her come meet us?”
“If you want to meet her, go ahead. But she’s not like you money-obsessed types.”
“Hey, no need for personal attacks!”
The producer was extremely curious.
As soon as Wen Qiansu returned to the Huo residence, she went to find Mr. Huo.
“Mr. Huo, someone asked me to star in a movie.”
“Oh, who?”
Huo Zhanxing had just endured six difficult hours of withdrawal symptoms, yet he appeared naturally before the girl.
Wen Qiansu looked at him excitedly: “It’s Director Zeng.”
“Him?”
“You know him, Mr. Huo?”
“We’ve met.”
“What’s he like?”
“Passable.”
The butler’s eyelid twitched. In the master’s words, “passable” meant as dumb as a pig—top three box office earnings meant nothing.
Wen Qiansu blinked, sensing Mr. Huo’s evaluation wasn’t very high.
Top three with billions at the box office, and it’s just “passable”?
Suddenly curious, the girl asked, “Then in Mr. Huo’s eyes, what am I like?”
Huo Zhanxing smiled lightly: “Perfect. No one compares to my treasure.”
Wen Qiansu’s face flushed.
Mr. Huo was perfect in every way, except he kept calling her “baby” or “treasure,” treating her like a child.
“Mr. Huo must be lying to me.”
Huo Zhanxing protested: “If I’m lying, may I be struck by lightning in my next life.”
“Don’t say that.” Wen Qiansu covered his mouth with her hand, her fingers brushing his lips.
Oh, how did I touch them again!
The girl hurriedly tried to pull her hand back, but the man nonchalantly took it, moving it from his lips and holding it openly in his palm, gently kneading it:
“Then in baby’s eyes, what is Mr. Huo like?”
Wen Qiansu’s heart raced a little.
She felt as if the hand held by Mr. Huo had gone soft to the bone.
He gently squeezed her hand, his touch ambiguous and doting. Wen Qiansu had never experienced such a heart-pounding feeling before. She tried to stay calm and mimicked him: “Perfect.”
Mr. Huo chuckled softly and tapped her mischievous little head: “Naughty, answer seriously.”
The girl laughed.
The fluttering in her heart eased slightly.
She answered seriously: “Mr. Huo is a great person, a living Bodhisattva, kind-hearted, humble, and elegant—a true gentleman rarely seen in a century, a reincarnated Bodhisattva.”
The butler: …
Who is this?
Miss Wen, does the person you’re describing have even the slightest connection to our master?
Huo Zhanxing: “Yes, that’s exactly the kind of person I am.”
The butler: … Master, have you no shame?
Huo Zhanxing smiled happily:
“Baby, do you have any plans for tomorrow? Tomorrow, let’s first take a look at the hotel for the engagement, and then there’s a castle I bought. After the engagement, we’ll move there.”
Wen Qiansu: “A… castle?”
Isn’t that too extravagant?
Huo Zhanxing: “My little princess should, of course, live in a castle.”
He said with a smile: “It’s very close to your university, so it’ll be convenient for you after school starts.”
Wen Qiansu: “Isn’t a castle… very expensive?”
“Nothing is more precious than my treasure.”
Mr. Huo really knew how to sweet-talk. Wen Qiansu’s face flushed uncontrollably again.
“But tomorrow, I need to meet Er Gouzi first.”
Huo Zhanxing’s expression darkened: “Er Gouzi?”
An unplanned arrangement.
He couldn’t stop her.
He couldn’t stop her.
Wen Qiansu: “He’s a friend from my childhood at the rural sanatorium.”
Huo Zhanxing knew.
She had mentioned it that morning when recalling the sanatorium.
He remembered—that fool who always clung to the girl, tricking her out of her candy.
And now, seeing him took priority over visiting the hotel and castle.
A certain Mr. Huo was not pleased.
Early the next morning.
Wen Qiansu met with Ergouzi at the hotel where he was staying.
Huo Zhanxing accompanied her.
Ergouzi’s real name was Lin Ergou. Today, he had deliberately worn his best suit, stored away for special occasions. The moment he saw the girl, he was overjoyed.
Miss Wen had been pretty and adorable since childhood.
After years apart, she had grown even more stunningly beautiful.
Her small face was like jelly—fair and tender.
Who wouldn’t adore her?
The next second, he noticed the man beside Miss Wen.
Oh, my god! Who is this?
The way he was staring at him was terrifying.
Wait, why does he look somewhat familiar?
That cold, gloomy aura, the way he looked at him—it felt like he’d seen him somewhere when he was a child?
Wen Qiansu quickly greeted him, “Ergouzi, take a seat. Did you bring the proposal?”
“Yes, yes, I brought it.”
At the Lu Group.
“Mr. Lu, we’ve found traces of Miss Wen.”
“Where?”
Wen Qiansu looked over the proposal while listening to Ergouzi’s passionate presentation. It all sounded excellent, and she couldn’t wait to go with Ergouzi to the countryside to see it for herself.
Beside her, Huo Zhanxing stared at Ergouzi and spoke in a low, measured tone:
“I’ll send someone with you to the countryside. If you need anything, just ask. Once everything is built, my wife and I will come to cut the ribbon.”
Ergouzi stammered, “W-wife?”
Wen Qiansu: …Well.
The girl glanced at Huo Zhanxing, a little embarrassed. “I’m about to get engaged to Mr. Huo.”
Ergouzi’s mouth fell open in shock. “Not to Lu Xiaoting?”
Ergouzi remembered how Miss Wen used to talk about Lu Xiaoting all the time when they were kids, even drawing his portrait.
Wen Qiansu puffed out her cheeks. “Not anymore. I’ve switched.”
“Ah… good choice, good choice.”
Ergouzi never expected that because of this comment, the investment would increase by twenty million.
He was so startled he nearly fell off his chair.
Of course, Mr. Huo didn’t yet know that Ergouzi had once hoarded the candy meant for him.
Otherwise, forget twenty million—he’d have broken his legs.
Wen Qiansu wanted to invite Ergouzi to the engagement party.
Huo Zhanxing agreed.
The girl said happily, “Ergouzi, we’ll see you next Saturday then. Mr. Huo is very kind, so don’t be afraid to go back with the people he sends. He’ll help you.”
Ergouzi nodded repeatedly. “Okay, okay. Thank you, Miss Wen. Thank you, Mr. Huo. See you on Saturday.”
Huo Zhanxing and Wen Qiansu got into the car.
Lu Xiaoting’s car passed by in the opposite direction. His assistant remarked, “Isn’t that Huo Zhanxing’s car?”
The driver at the art gallery that day had been driving this exact car.
What was he doing here?
The assistant speculated, “Maybe meeting a client?”
But that didn’t make sense. The assistant glanced toward the hotel. If Huo Zhanxing was meeting a client, why would he come to such an ordinary hotel?
And it was the same place where Miss Wen had appeared!
A sense of foreboding washed over the assistant as he glanced at Mr. Lu in the back seat.
Sure enough, Mr. Lu’s expression was grim.
The car stopped in front of the hotel, and Lu Xiaoting strode inside.
He asked the attendant waiting in the lobby, “Where are they?”
The attendant was startled by his expression. “Th-they just left.”
Lu Xiaoting’s heart sank. “With whom?”
He took out his phone, pulled up a photo of Huo Zhanxing from the art gallery news that day, and shoved it in front of the attendant’s face.
“Was it him?”