The Innocent 'Green Tea' Alpha at Home is Actually My Boss - Chapter 10

In the past, whenever Sang Weilian left the hospital, his hands were always full of suppressants. This time, however, he was empty-handed. He felt somewhat unaccustomed to it and simply folded his hands over his lap.

As Wang Gu drove, he said, “We’ve known each other for quite a while now. Having Lu Lin around is indeed beneficial for your body. Whether for public or private reasons, I won’t pry too much anymore; just handle it well yourself.”

Sang Weilian remained noncommittal, listening silently.

“But since your health is recovering quite well, do you want to pick out a new script?”

Previously, every time his Pheromone Disorder flared up, Sang Weilian’s physical condition worsened, and his work efficiency plummeted. Consequently, Wang Gu had faced a lot of pressure to withhold many scripts, filtering out only relatively light work for him.

Now that Sang Weilian’s state had recovered, he was naturally indispensable to the big screen.

“What scripts are there?” At the mention of acting, Sang Weilian’s interest was instantly piqued, and his posture straightened.

“Most of the ones I held back before were focused on romance. Those directors and screenwriters seemed obsessed with having you give your ‘on-screen first kiss,’ so I rejected them all. I only kept two that are decent,” Wang Gu said. “One is a suspense script, and the other is a military one. I originally thought picking one of these two would be good, but…”

Sang Weilian asked, “But what?”

“But I just received a call from He Ming while at the hospital. He said he has a costume drama in his hands, and if you’re interested, he’ll send it over for you to look at.”

“A costume drama?”

One must know that costume dramas rarely appeared on the big screen. Firstly, the production costs were exorbitant; if the box office wasn’t ideal, the initial investment and subsequent returns would be completely disproportionate. Secondly, costume scripts whether in character development or plot tended to have obvious flaws. Many directors didn’t like doing such a thankless task.

“Yeah, and it’s Director He Ming. Isn’t that like a fantasy?” Even though he had taken the call personally, Wang Gu still couldn’t quite believe that He Ming was actually filming a period piece. He used to be known for comedies and had been nominated for Best Director many times; this transition was a massive leap.

“Send me the scripts for all three.”

“Sure.” Wang Gu turned the steering wheel. “By the way, Director He also mentioned that if you’re interested in his script, he wants to add you on WeChat to chat.”

“Did you push my WeChat to him?”

“Not yet. I need your consent first.”

“Go ahead and send it to him, but I might not film it. I’ll read it first.”

Shortly after returning home, Sang Weilian received the three scripts Wang Gu sent to his email.

He spent a day flipping through the suspense and military scripts. He felt they were mediocre safe, but not brilliant.

The suspense plot was tightly woven, but it contained many stimulating and bloody sensitive scenes; if it went to the big screen, a lot would definitely be cut, and the viewing effect would naturally be greatly diminished. The military script basked in the glory of being “Red” patriotic and for the people which would surely earn good publicity, but the filming alone would take nine months. It wouldn’t be released until at least a year later.

The next day, he opened the costume script, The Blind.

In the third year of Huazhao, the protagonist, Luo Yu, was born. As the child of the Empress, he should have become the Crown Prince with great fanfare. However, on the day of his birth, torrential rain fell, causing a flood in the capital. Furthermore, he was born blind, which was considered an ill omen.

To save the child’s life, the Empress ordered a wet nurse to smuggle Luo Yu out of the palace, replacing him with a stillborn infant.

The Emperor was tyrannical and cruel. He used the “clash of the stillborn” as an excuse to condemn the Empress, deposing her and imprisoning her in Ciyue Palace, never to leave unless summoned.

In the nineteenth year of Huazhao, Luo Yu now renamed Li Ping’an encountered the pursued Fifth Prince, Luo Tu, while gathering herbs on a mountain and saved his life.

Luo Yu accidentally learned that Luo Tu was raising private soldiers and planning a rebellion. Because of a sudden plague, Luo Tu spared his life by chance.

With plague-stricken commoners before him, Luo Yu wore a veil in the back hall of a medical clinic to treat patients and ordered a servant to set up a shed to distribute porridge.

Luo Tu felt that Luo Yu looked too much like himself. Although he harbored suspicions, he only knew that the man was named Li Ping’an, had been blind since childhood, was an orphan, and had been adopted by the clinic owner shortly after birth, never leaving Deping Village.

Meanwhile, the Emperor felt that Luo Tu’s military achievements were too great and overshadowed his own authority, so he constantly sent assassins. Luo Tu simply hid his identity and stayed in Deping Village as well. He even bribed the assassins and sent the Emperor a fake head made by Luo Yu that was realistic enough to pass as genuine.

Good times didn’t last. Because he turned eighteen, Luo Yu was conscripted into the border regions as an accompanying military doctor, repeatedly facing grave danger but surviving. Eventually, Luo Tu led his private army to storm the border; the border was secured, and the border generals led their soldiers to surrender to Luo Tu.

In the twenty-sixth year of Huazhao, the deposed Empress went mad and revealed that she had a biological prince sent out of the palace.

The Emperor was furious and used the lives of everyone in Deping Village to force Luo Yu to reveal himself. To avoid implicating the “fake dead” Luo Tu, Luo Yu left without saying goodbye. Upon entering the palace, it was discovered that his eyes had regained sight. He was subsequently crowned Crown Prince, and from then on, his path diverged from Luo Tu’s.

At the end of the script, Luo Tu led his troops in a rebellion to force a coup. The Emperor had already been poisoned to death by Luo Yu. Unaware of the truth, the Emperor left a final edict appointing Luo Yu to inherit the throne. Luo Yu confessed to poisoning the late Emperor, threw himself onto Luo Tu’s sword to commit suicide, blinded his own eyes, and abdicated the throne to the more capable man.

From then on, Luo Tu became famous in the Kingdom of Huazhao for being wise, brave, and merciful. Luo Yu, on the other hand, was sent out of the palace and became a blind divine doctor traveling the world.

The biggest highlight of the entire script was concentrated on the reversal where Luo Yu poisoned the Emperor and his confrontation with Luo Tu. There were also exciting parts earlier on; overall, it was filled with hidden dangers and rising climaxes.

The primary reason Sang Weilian decided to take this movie was the character “Luo Yu”—intelligent, quick-witted, and harboring great righteousness, yet also free, easy, and detached like a floating cloud. He could advance or retreat as he pleased; Sang Weilian liked him very much.

Sang Weilian picked up his phone, told Wang Gu he had decided to take The Blind, and accepted the friend request He Ming had sent at some unknown time.

He stretched. The sky outside was gradually brightening; it was now the morning of the third day.

After pulling an all-nighter, he didn’t feel sleepy at all. Instead, he got up and walked toward the kitchen, intending to make a cup of coffee.

Opening the cabinet, Sang Weilian noticed that a blue sticky note had been placed on the coffee bean bag at some point.

He peeled off the note and saw a line of flamboyant handwriting:

[Brother, drink less coffee. If you’re tired, go to sleep. If you can’t sleep, you can call me. The sleep-coaxing service is available at a moment’s notice!]

Behind the text was a drawing of a cute little dog holding a heart in its mouth.

Sang Weilian chuckled with interest. He picked up the bag of coffee beans several times but eventually tossed it back onto the counter. He turned to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into soft pajamas, and crawled into bed.

He initiated a video call. Sang Weilian calculated the time difference and thought Lu Lin wouldn’t answer, but to his surprise, the screen changed in an instant.

Lu Lin’s magnified, handsome face appeared on the screen. Soon, he straightened the phone.

“Brother, I’m here.” Lu Lin’s voice was deep and magnetic, very pleasant to the ear. Over the phone, mixed with a faint current, it sounded even more gentle.

Sang Weilian glanced at the background. It didn’t look like a bedroom; broken boxes were piled in the corner, the light overhead was dim, and it was pitch black outside with no light peeking through.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“In… in the attic.” Lu Lin paused, his tone laced with a guilty conscience. “I just happened to be looking for something.”

“Liar.” Sang Weilian saw through his lie at a glance. “If you weren’t… what happened to your forehead?”

When Lu Lin was backlit just now, Sang Weilian hadn’t noticed. Now, because of his guilt, he turned his head, and the dim yellow light hit his face, allowing Sang Weilian to see clearly: Lu Lin’s temple was bruised purple, looking very much like he had been hit by someone.

“I’m fine. It was just a small matter that made Father angry. I hit it myself; it’s no big deal,” Lu Lin said, reaching up to touch his temple, instantly let out a “hiss.”

Sang Weilian had originally thought Lu Lin’s family conditions were decent and his parents would be reasonable. He hadn’t expected that after only being back for two days, Lu Lin would be subjected to such a heavy hand.

“If it hurts, don’t touch it. Go get a boiled egg to apply to it.”

Lu Lin shook his head. “Father told me to reflect properly. Maybe later.”

Hearing this, Sang Weilian frowned. “Reflecting in the attic? Were you forced to kneel? What era is this? How can a family be so pedantic!?”

Lu Lin was stunned, not expecting Sang Weilian to make so many associations.

This silent reaction was, in Sang Weilian’s eyes, a confirmation of the truth a guilty conscience from not wanting him to know.

He asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Lu Lin pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, answering, “I was afraid you’d worry. Brother, you’re so busy; I can’t cause trouble for you.”

Sang Weilian felt frustrated at his lack of resolve. “You are the canary I am raising. If you get bullied by others, where does that leave my reputation as your benefactor? Next time something like this happens, do you know to come to me to complain?”

“If I complain to Brother, will Brother back me up?”

“Of course!” Sang Weilian paused for a moment, looking a bit troubled. “But you’re so far away right now, I have no way to back you up. When are you coming back?”

Lu Lin immediately said, “I’m returning this afternoon.”

“Then you’ll arrive around tomorrow? Come to my house yourself tomorrow, and I’ll find a doctor to check you over…” Before Sang Weilian could finish, he received a message from He Ming.

He by the River has Divinity: I heard from your manager that you agreed to take my movie? Since that’s the case, do you have time to meet tomorrow? At your company, to discuss the contract.

Sang Weilian typed back a “Good” and changed his words to Lu Lin: “Forget it, I have to go to the company tomorrow. After I’m done, I’ll go pick you up.”

Lu Lin’s face lit up with joy. He accidentally tugged at the swelling on his temple, nodding with a mix of pain and laughter. “Then we’ll see each other tomorrow. Has Brother been busy all night? Let me coax you to sleep.”

“Mm.” Sang Weilian put down his phone and closed his eyes.

Soon, a gentle, soft voice came from his ear, like a warm spring breeze wrapping around him lightly, making him gradually sleepy. Before long, he drifted into a dreamland.

A servant was carrying a boiled, peeled egg, about to take it upstairs, when the imposing Lu Yuguo stopped her. “What is this for?”

“The young master pulled two all-nighters to finish his work. When he left the study, he accidentally bumped into a beam, and a lump formed on his forehead.”

“How old is he, and he’s still hitting pillars?” Lu Yuguo snorted. “Where is he?”

“In the attic. He said he lost something and is looking for it.” Just as the servant finished answering, the attic door was pushed open.

Lu Lin, who had hung up the phone with a beaming smile, looked up and met Lu Yuguo’s eyes. “Dad, I’ve finished the work. I’m leaving this afternoon; I’ve already booked the ticket.”

“As we agreed, you must keep the secret that I am the CEO of Guangyue.”

“In such a hurry?!” Lu Yuguo glared.

“Weilian thinks I’m being bullied at home and wants to back me up.” Lu Lin took two steps out and then stopped, smiling with an annoying tone. “Oh, he’s also picking me up from the airport tomorrow. Dad, the last time Mom went to the airport to pick you up was half a year ago, right?”

Lu Yuguo’s face turned bright red with rage. He roared, “You brat! Stay right there if you have the guts!”

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