After I Started Dating the Scum Gong Substitute, the White Moonlight Returned - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Cheng Jianyu had just walked to the elevator entrance when a thick, pungent smell of paint drilled into his nose. In the past, at this time in the morning, it would be wafting with the scent of deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk, or the sweet little snacks that An’an ate.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong. When he looked up, the studio entrance was a patch of red, vaguely dazzling. Before he could see it clearly, Chen Kai quickly pushed him into the elevator, “Brother Yu, don’t look.”

“What is written?” Cheng Jianyu patted his hand to comfort him, tilted his head and glanced. On the wall were four blood-red characters written: “Hypocritical Petty Person.”

An’an was sitting on a chair at the entrance sobbing, crying until she was out of breath. Chen Kai’s face was red and his neck thick, “It was like this when we came in the morning. I just had the security guard pull the surveillance.”

The person who could do this kind of despicable deed would not be afraid of surveillance. Cheng Jianyu walked over and examined it carefully. A full wall of shocking red; the person who did this bad deed wrote very ugly characters. It looked like they didn’t study well in school; such ugly handwriting would have points deducted on an exam paper.

An’an took out her phone while crying, sniffing, “I think it was President Bei who did it. Last night, Director Liang Qiu posted on Weibo that because of President Bei’s breach of contract, he canceled the cooperation with President Bei’s studio, saying that he wanted to cooperate with you but you refused, and recommended friends to watch Summer’s End Accident…”

The compensation money from Nanka Media made Bei Xinhong suffer a great loss and severely damage his vitality. Years of hard work had gone to waste. Moreover, this kind of stillborn project is a taboo in the industry. After this battle, his reputation was ruined overnight. Even those who wanted to offer him scripts were unwilling to offend the great mountain that is Nanka Media.

How could Bei Xinhong not hate Cheng Jianyu?

If Cheng Jianyu had been a good “ghostwriter” for him, without making trouble or making noise, he wouldn’t have ended up in this step.

Chen Kai took a deep breath, “Brother Yu, you must be very careful. This person has a narrow heart. Now that he is ‘the drum is broken and ten thousand people strike it’ (universally condemned), be careful that he jumps over the wall in desperation.”

Cheng Jianyu calmly said “um,” scanned the big characters on the wall, and smiled lightly, “Give you all a day off today. If you need to call the police, call the police. If you need to find someone to handle it, handle it.”

“Don’t be angry anymore. He just wrote his name on our wall. I’ll handle the rest.”

He has seen many people like Bei Xinhong. Once something goes wrong, they never reflect on themselves, pushing all the responsibility onto others. No matter what unbearable things they have done, they are the most innocent.

People like this cannot be expected to change; they will be this kind of bear-like shape their whole life.

Having such a thing happen, Chen Kai and An’an felt bad all morning, both anxious and angry. With Cheng Jianyu coming, a few short sentences had an invisible calm aura, like a sea-calming needle, stabilizing their hearts.

No wonder Cheng Jianyu could be so highly praised by someone like Director Liang Qiu.

Airport.

The next day, there was a light rain. The weather in June is not too cold when it rains. Jiang Yan propped his arm up, his elbow resting outside the passenger window, looking at the exit location with a languid indifference.

Jiang Shan was dressed beautifully, holding a small powder puff in her hand. While touching up her makeup, she raised her head to glance at him, “Brother Chao called me and said you dismissed your management team.”

Brother Chao’s character is concerning, but his professional ability is good. He belongs to the top-tier management team of Moke Media and has helped make many people famous. Jiang Yan was his most robust cash cow, the artist who made the most money. The artist was gone, so Brother Chao was like a patient grabbing at any medicine, remembering that Jiang Yan had an older sister.

“Um, dismissed. You blacklist his phone number.” Jiang Yan’s voice was cold; he didn’t want to talk about this.

“Handle your own affairs yourself. I don’t really like him. He has ability, but he is too snobbish. His attitude towards Jianyu, I have always been unable to stand it.” Jiang Shan closed the powder puff box, looking at Jiang Yan in the rearview mirror, “This was all spoiled by you.”

Snobbish people often know how to steer with the wind, taking a chicken feather as an arrow (power-tripping). Jiang Yan’s attitude towards Cheng Jianyu determined Brother Chao’s attitude towards Cheng Jianyu.

The hand Jiang Yan had outside the window tightened. He turned his head to look at her, “Can you shut up?”

He had been smoking too much these past few days, so his voice was a bit hoarse, with a sandy ending. Jiang Shan made a “tsk” sound, “You should smoke less. I really don’t know how Cheng Jianyu puts up with you.”

“Don’t mention him.” These three words were like a file, every time Jiang Yan heard them, it would cut back and forth in his heart. It was an indescribable discomfort.

Jiang Shan noticed his abnormality and sighed deeply. Standing from a woman’s perspective, no matter what happened between Cheng Jianyu and her brother, it was her brother’s own fault.

The driver driving was Jiang Shan’s driver, a handsome guy in his twenties. He suddenly said “Ah” in surprise, looking outside the window and asked, “Mr. Wen has come.”

Because of the rain, the dark-colored floor tiles at the exit were wet and muddy. Passersby were stepping on dirty footprints, umbrellas were bustling, a chaotic scene.

Superior appearance and height are passed down by human genes; this sentence received true verification on Wen Yueming. He was wearing a simple and sharp gray light-checked wool suit. A soft-textured knitted cardigan replaced the suit vest, weakening the sharp edge brought by the original formal attire. The chrome-colored suit buttons were not properly buttoned, and the slightly relaxed buttons had an old-fashioned gentleman’s elegance, looking rich in learning and intellectual affinity.

High-bridged nose wearing a pair of thin glasses, the jawline contour clean and smooth. His eyebrows and eyes were seven parts similar to Jiang Yan’s, but compared to Jiang Yan’s detachment and coldness, his features were more steady, without a trace of shallowness.

A blonde, blue-eyed personal assistant opened a vintage long-handled black umbrella. He bowed his head and stood under the umbrella, walking step by step toward the car. His posture was slightly strange, but it did not affect the calm demeanor on him. Almost everyone who passed by looked back at him.

The driver got out of the car and opened the back door. Wen Yueming bent his waist and sat in sideways. A light and gentle woody perfume scent arrived, with a scholarly atmosphere.

Jiang Yan and Jiang Shan both looked at him. Time treated him kindly; so many years passed and there was almost no change. Jiang Shan’s eye sockets turned red, breathing with unease. Wen Yueming gently patted the hand she had on her knee, carefully examining her, his voice gentle, “Well, the wild girl is even prettier.”

“Little Uncle, you haven’t changed at all, as handsome as before.” Jiang Shan smiled, relaxing.

Wen Yueming lowered his head and smiled, turning his head to look at Jiang Yan sitting in the passenger seat, “Xiao Yan has also grown taller.”

Jiang Yan nodded his chin and smiled lightly, “5 centimeters taller than when you left. 186 now.”

“It seems that doing more outdoor exercise is useful.”

“Same good genes as you, natural.” Jiang Yan looked at him through the rearview mirror, the two looking at each other and smiling; the uncle and nephew had great rapport.

“I’ll make a phone call.” Wen Yueming took out his phone and dialed a call, his tone gentle, “Put the luggage in the hotel room. Um, put the wheelchair in the back seat. Thank you for your hard work.”

After hanging up, the driver waiting for the red light subconsciously glanced back at his legs. The clean and straight suit trousers were pulled down, and the right leg’s posture was stiff.

Jiang Shan coughed heavily, glaring at him fiercely.

The driver’s face went pale, and he hurriedly looked back. Jiang Yan raised his hand and patted the back of his head, his tone cold, “Drive properly, don’t look around.”

A small episode made the harmonious atmosphere in the car stagnant, like a Siberian cold wave hitting. Regarding Wen Yueming’s leg, it was a forbidden topic, a secret everyone in the Jiang family knew, but no one in the Jiang family would mention.

Wen Yueming adjusted his glasses with a light breeze and clear clouds, looking at the driver half-jokingly, “Good eye. My left leg is an Ottobock dynamic knee, which can assist with daily activities, except for driving.”

At the end of his tone, he sighed with regret. Jiang Shan and Jiang Yan were slightly stunned, not knowing how to respond, worrying that their words would touch his wound.

Silence for a moment.

Wen Yueming’s eyes contained a smile, his expression relaxed, as if everything was in light banter, “You don’t need to be nervous. When I was in the hospital just after getting it fitted, a little boy curiously asked me: ‘Are you Iron Man?'”

“I said ‘I am Iron Man.'”

He specifically used an American accent, relaxed and happy. He controlled the sense of proportion in the joke very skillfully.

Some people mock themselves to wait for others’ rebuttal, but he is not. This is a kind of carefree demeanor that is not forced, coming from long-term self-confidence. This kind of confidence adds a special charm to him for no reason. Not like a rigid gentleman who is boring and annoying, this is a kind of feeling like a spring breeze.

Jiang Yan had both hands in his hoodie pockets, bowed his head and laughed, lazy. Jiang Shan also laughed. She was very happy that her Little Uncle could truly let go of the past, instead of drowning in pain like before, depressed all day long. Too good, that romantic and elegant, confident and composed Little Uncle is back.

“Little Uncle, what are your plans for returning to the country this time?” she asked.

Wen Yueming said unhurriedly, “I have made an appointment with a hospital in Shanghai to lead the organization of research on a kind of immunodeficiency disease. Official work begins tomorrow.”

Jiang Yan suddenly said, “You don’t need to stay in a hotel. Stay at my place, it’s very convenient.”

Wen Yueming smiled and shook his head, “I’ve heard about it. You’re in a relationship and have developed to the point of living together. I won’t disturb your feelings.”

“Let me meet him when I have time. I am very curious what kind of person could capture you.”

“When there’s time.” Jiang Yan turned his head away, looking at the scenery receding outside the window, touching his lighter, lighting a cigarette, taking a deep drag, holding the cigarette with his hand resting outside the window, “He is good in every way, his whole body is a treasure.”

Although Song Yingfei is quite a fool, some of what he said makes sense. Being with someone like Cheng Jianyu is luck, but also misfortune. Because once you break up, everyone else looks plain and watery, not comparable to Cheng Jianyu. Having already possessed the best, who can tolerate second-rate goods?

Wen Yueming and Jiang Shan looked at each other. They knew Jiang Yan’s temperament and personality clearly. To be able to say such things, he was definitely fallen in deep.

Arriving at the hotel, Wen Yueming’s assistant was already waiting, opening the trunk to take the suitcase. Wen Yueming opened an umbrella, got out of the car, turned back to look at Jiang Shan in the car, his tone suddenly soft, “Help me introduce someone who is familiar with computers, I want to burn a disc.”

“Oh, Little Uncle, what do you want to burn?”

The corner of Wen Yueming’s mouth twitched slightly, nonchalantly, “Scenery. The sunrises and sunsets from the past three years in Ethiopia. I want to give them to a friend as a compensation gift.”

Jiang Yan leaned on the passenger seat, casually flicking the cigarette ash, as if he smiled, “A friend would give this? I think this is my Little Aunt.”

Wen Yueming did not expect his teasing. The smile on his face faded, he shook his head and did not deny it.