The live chat became lively again after this incident.
【Hahaha I’m dying! Jiang Yanzhou’s words left them both completely speechless.】
【So Jiang Zhiwu threw the flowers because she saw Li Lele was having an allergic reaction?】
【Her reaction speed is really impressive. It was like a reflex, her hand movement was insane.】
【Is this scripted? How come only Jiang Zhiwu noticed? Can the plot be any more obvious?】
Regardless of the doubts in the comments, thanks to the timely intervention, Li Lele was fine and avoided more serious consequences like anaphylactic shock.
Realizing he had caused trouble, Shen Yu quickly bowed and apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this through carefully enough.”
Li Lele politely waved her hand at him, indicating that she was okay.
Then, she turned to Jiang Zhiwu who was handing her warm water, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you so much just now. Otherwise, I might really have had to be carried away.”
“It was nothing,” Jiang Zhiwu said modestly, her tone gentle and calm. “Drink some water first and take it easy.”
She had a naturally serene aura that inspired trust effortlessly.
“Okay.”
Li Lele agreed obediently, holding the cup with both hands.
The live comments were still arguing fiercely, scrolling rapidly across the screen.
Seeing that Li Lele was alright, the staff pushed the luggage cart from the end of the corridor. Several large suitcases were stacked together, their wheels making a dull rumble against the floor tiles.
Jiang Yanzhou was quick to react. Just as Jiang Zhiwu bent down to grab the black suitcase, he stepped forward and firmly took hold of the handle. “I’ll carry it.”
His knuckles tightened, lifting the luggage effortlessly, creating a slight gust of air that carried the fresh, clean scent of soap from his sleeves.
Jiang Zhiwu looked up at him, said nothing, but naturally slowed her pace to walk side by side with him.
The crew handed out the room keys and reminded the guests to check their assigned rooms.
Jiang Zhiwu took her key card. Her fingers paused slightly — Room 203, right next door to Li Lele’s Room 204.
Li Lele followed her gaze and saw the number, her voice sounding cheerful. “What a coincidence.”
“Mm,” Jiang Zhiwu replied softly, looking at the girl’s still pale face. “If you need help moving things, just call me.”
“No need, no need!” Li Lele quickly refused, saying shyly. “How could I let a beautiful lady carry my luggage!”
She looked at her three bulging suitcases, then had an idea and called out to Li Bai who was getting his key nearby. “Brother! Come give me a hand!”
Li Bai didn’t even turn around. “Sis, your old brother’s bones can’t take this strain. You need to learn to be independent.”
“But my bags are really heavy,” Li Lele drawled, running over to tug on his sleeve. “Look, the wheels are almost crushed flat!”
“Who told you to bring so much stuff?” Li Bai glanced at the suitcases that looked like small wardrobes and pouted. “We’re just here to film a show, are you planning to move your entire house here?”
“Oh brother~” Li Lele immediately put on a pitiful expression, shaking his arm gently. “I just had an allergic reaction! My arms and legs are still weak. What if I faint while carrying the luggage?”
Watching Li Lele cling to her brother and act cute, Jiang Zhiwu’s footsteps paused for half a second.
Many years ago, her little brother was just like that.
He used to wear fluffy slippers, pattering around behind her everywhere she went. If she refused him, he would bury his face in her arms, rubbing his soft cheek against her clothes, cooing and begging sweetly.
Her gaze drifted forward involuntarily. Jiang Yanzhou was walking ahead carrying her suitcase.
His back was straight and proud, his profile sharp and defined, completely different from the clingy little boy in her memory. He never looked back, his silhouette under the corridor lights looking cold and hard, like a piece of jade that hadn’t been warmed up yet.
A strange sense of loss suddenly rose in Jiang Zhiwu’s heart.
It seemed that in the blink of an eye, without her even noticing, the little boy who used to cry and hug her neck had grown up without her knowing.
Jiang Yanzhou carried the suitcase to the door of Room 203 and stood up straight. He quickly scanned the room assigned to his sister — it was by the window, well-ventilated, and the sunlight was perfect. The bed was already made with clean blue checkered sheets, looking neat and fresh.
Heavy footsteps and slight panting came from behind.
Li Bai was hunched over, dragging the largest suitcase with difficulty. Sweat dripped from his forehead down his jawline as he moved towards Room 204, breathing heavily. “Phew… finally… made it…”
Before he finished speaking, Li Lele had already slipped past him, holding a pile of snacks. She cheerfully ran past her hardworking brother and straight up to Jiang Zhiwu.
“Sister, I brought lots of imported snacks,” she said with a smile. “Do you want to try some?”
Jiang Zhiwu picked up a pack casually and accepted her kindness gently. “Thank you.”
“No need to be so polite with her,” Li Bai said as he picked up a bag of chips his sister had dropped, dusting it off. He habitually took a step forward to say hello.
Since Li Bai and Li Lele were twins and one year younger than Jiang Zhiwu, he naturally followed his sister’s lead and called her “Sister”.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, his path was completely blocked.
Li Bai looked up and saw Jiang Yanzhou standing there with his arms crossed, looking displeased. His tall figure stood firmly in the middle of the doorway like an impenetrable door god.
What was wrong with this guy now?
That scowl was terrifying!
Li Bai awkwardly pulled his foot back. He could only stretch his neck as far as he could over Jiang Yanzhou’s broad shoulders and shouted towards Jiang Zhiwu in the next room:
“Sister! If you want any more snacks, just tell me anytime~”
As soon as he finished, the “door god” blocking the way finally moved. Jiang Yanzhou turned his head and shot him a cold glare, so sharp it felt like it could poke a hole in his neck.
Li Bai shivered and instantly retracted his neck like a turtle.
After unpacking, everyone gathered in the lobby.
When Jiang Zhiwu came downstairs, she heard Shen Yu and Huang Zhihe discussing acting with Wen Jing.
“If emotional scenes are too restrained, it’s hard for the audience to connect. I always think you have to let it out, use the lines to bring out the emotion, that’s when it has the most impact,” Shen Yu said confidently.
Huang Zhihe agreed softly. “You’re right. Expressive acting really hits harder.”
Wen Jing sat on the sofa beside them, quietly sipping her tea. She neither objected nor agreed.
She always wore a faint smile, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.
Praise filled the comments section:
【True professionals, even during their free time they’re still thinking about acting.】
【I heard Shen Yu and Huang Zhihe are collaborating in their next drama. I’m starting to ship them!】
【Hey, I heard Jiang Yanzhou’s company wanted him to act too, but for some reason it never happened.】
【? He’s just a singer, what could he possibly act in.】
…
Jiang Zhiwu listened to their conversation intermittently, then looked away disinterestedly and lowered her head to reply to work messages from her assistant.
Jiang Yanzhou quietly scanned his surroundings, then silently moved a chair from the corner and placed it gently beside her.
Just then, Huang Zhihe finished her topic and apologized softly to everyone. “Sorry, I tend to get carried away when talking about work.”
“So dedicated,” Li Bai said politely. “My sister only has this much energy when she’s binge-watching dramas.”
He sighed exaggeratedly, wearing just the right amount of surprise, instantly lightening the atmosphere and showing perfect variety show sense.
Huang Zhihe took the opportunity to look over. Her gaze swept past Jiang Zhiwu and then landed on the chair Jiang Yanzhou had just placed for her.
She asked casually, as if making small talk: “Speaking of which, I don’t know what Sister Jiang does for work?”
As she spoke, Shen Yu’s gaze also drifted over seemingly absent-mindedly.
Ever since the engagement was called off, he hadn’t paid any attention to the Jiang family. In his opinion, Jiang Zhiwu was probably just holding onto some small shares inherited from her uncles, living off the annual dividends.
“I work at a company,” Jiang Zhiwu replied calmly, her tone giving nothing away.
Shen Yu secretly thought his guess was correct.
In his opinion, people with real status wouldn’t describe their job so vaguely as “working at a company”. She must be just an office worker doing repetitive tasks, far away from the core business of the group.
Looking at his stunning ex-fiancée, who was clearly living a “downsized” life, he couldn’t help but speak with a subtle sense of superiority: “So you’re an office lady?”
Hearing this, Jiang Yanzhou rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly.
Yes, an office lady.
— The kind who makes tens of millions in profit every single second.