The Innocent 'Green Tea' Alpha at Home is Actually My Boss - Chapter 30

When Sang Weilian woke up, the rain had stopped. Although the sky was still gloomy, it looked much better than yesterday.

He sat on the bed for a moment, lost in thought, feeling his body was still very sore.

Last night, it seemed he had fallen asleep while on a video call…

Right! His phone!

He quickly pulled back the quilt to search for it, eventually finding his phone under the pillow; it had long since run out of power and shut down.

He plugged in the charger, and once the screen lit up again, Sang Weilian checked the chat log with Lu Lin.

The video call had disconnected automatically three hours ago. Aside from a “Goodnight” sent by Lu Lin likely around the time he fell asleep there were no other messages in the chat box.

He seemed to remember hearing Lu Lin say something just as he was drifting off last night. What was it?

Sang Weilian sat there for a while but truly couldn’t recall. Seeing that time was running short, he hurriedly got up to wash.

The production crew’s opening ceremony was scheduled for two in the afternoon at the Big Buddha Temple in Jiangcheng. They were to offer incense and pray for everything to go smoothly. The time and location had been calculated in advance by a master found by He Ming.

People in the entertainment industry were usually somewhat superstitious, and He Ming was no exception. He went through the entire process with utmost piety; even the standing positions were calculated beforehand. Sang Weilian and Yu Guangxi, who were originally supposed to stand separately on either side of the main position, were arranged to stand side-by-side.

During the ribbon-cutting ceremony, the CEO of the Far Road International Group—the production’s largest investor made a personal appearance.

After the ceremony ended, He Ming introduced Sang Weilian and Yu Guangxi to this CEO.

“Director Lu, this is our lead actor, Sang Weilian, who plays Luo Yu; and this is Yu Guangxi, who plays Luo Tu,” He Ming introduced them with a smile. “Teacher Sang, Teacher Yu, this is the CEO of Far Road International Group, Ms. Lu Chunbai.”

The surname Lu?

What a coincidence.

Sang Weilian subconsciously took an extra look. Lu Chunbai was an Alpha with an extraordinary temperament and a cold, elegant face. She was solemn, and the scent of her pheromones carried a heavy sense of pressure; she looked very difficult to get along with.

She was nothing like Lu Lin, who was always smiling and acting spoiled toward him.

“I have heard of you.” Lu Chunbai nodded slightly without saying much. Her cold gaze swept over Yu Guangxi and then landed on Sang Weilian’s face, pulling back shortly after.

“It’s a pity you are so busy, otherwise we would have certainly invited you to dinner personally,” He Ming had originally intended to invite Lu Chunbai to the group dinner, but her secretary had declined on the grounds of her busy schedule.

“Dinner won’t be necessary. Just film the movie well. I hope that after it is released, it brings me satisfactory profits.” Lu Chunbai’s tone was indifferent, and she turned to leave after speaking.

He Ming escorted her a few steps. Suddenly, Lu Chunbai turned around and looked toward Sang Weilian and Yu Guangxi: “By the way, I will represent Far Road International Group in investing an additional fifty million. My secretary will wire the money to the crew’s account by tomorrow.”

With that, she left without looking back.

Investing an additional fifty million just like that—the crew members were both shocked and excited upon hearing it.

In the early stages, almost no production crew could secure 130 million in investment from a single investor. After all, whether a movie would be accepted by the market and whether the audience would buy in always involved an element of luck once it was released. Anything tied to luck naturally carried risk. This was 130 million; if the returns didn’t cover the costs, it would be a massive loss.

As soon as He Ming returned after seeing Lu Chunbai off, he was swarmed. Everyone talked at once, asking if he had signed some sort of gambling agreement or unequal treaty.

Being shaken back and forth, He Ming hurriedly shouted, “Everyone calm down! Calm down!”

“There is no gambling agreement, and certainly no unequal treaty. Although I don’t know why Far Road International Group is willing to invest so much, they really did just give it! Moreover, just before Director Lu got into her car, she said if the filming funds are insufficient later on, she is willing to provide further additional capital!”

“Holy crap!”

“This is the God of Wealth blessing our crew!”

“So everyone must work hard! We cannot let down Director Lu’s expectations! Do you understand!” The corners of He Ming’s mouth were nearly split to his ears with a grin. A wealthy shoot with zero risk and no burden! Which director wouldn’t be envious of this!

However, just before Lu Chunbai left, she had clearly glanced at Sang Weilian and Yu Guangxi before suddenly mentioning the extra investment.

Who was she looking at? Could one of these two know Lu Chunbai?

Or was there another reason?

Watching the cheering crowd, Yu Guangxi couldn’t help but say to Sang Weilian, “I’ve been in so many crews, but this is the first time I’ve encountered such a generous investor. Teacher Sang, were the movies you filmed before always big investments?”

“They were all normal.” Sang Weilian had always been indifferent toward investors. He wouldn’t be unhappy because of a small investment, nor happy because of a large one. The other party was a merchant; rather than spending effort trying to guess what these merchants were thinking, he only needed to act well. Thus, his reply was exceptionally calm.

After He Ming calmed down the overexcited staff and everyone packed up the ribbon-cutting materials, they headed down the mountain together.

In the evening, Sang Weilian arrived at the hotpot restaurant a step late.

He Ming had booked the entire restaurant. When Sang Weilian arrived, the massive place was packed with people.

Someone enthusiastic and bold pointed the way for him: “Teacher Sang, Director He reserved a seat for you on the second floor!”

“Manager Wang, why don’t you sit with us!” The one called Wang Gu was Yu Guangxi’s manager; Yu Guangxi’s assistant was also beside him.

Wang Gu glanced toward the stairs and then at Sang Weilian: “Zhang Chuntao and I will sit on the first floor. You go ahead. Don’t eat anything you shouldn’t, and send me a message if you feel uncomfortable.”

These reminders were things he often said when accompanying Sang Weilian to events in the past. Firstly, Sang Weilian was a bit picky with food; secondly, and most importantly, Sang Weilian’s pheromone disorder was particularly prone to flaring up in crowded places.

Although these reminders hadn’t been very useful since Lu Lin appeared, they still needed to be said.

“Mm.” Sang Weilian had the medicine prescribed by Dr. Xu in his pocket. Having experienced so many sudden situations, he was already very experienced.

Upon reaching the second floor, the first to see him was Yu Guangxi, who waved frantically: “Teacher Sang, come sit here!”

That shout focused everyone’s gaze onto Sang Weilian. For a split second, he had the illusion that the pheromones of everyone present were surging toward him.

In reality, although various pheromones were mixed in the air, the concentration wasn’t high thanks to the open windows and everyone politely controlling their release. However, for some reason, Sang Weilian felt his entire skeletal structure was weak and aching, just like yesterday when it rained, and he couldn’t summon any strength.

He sat down beside Yu Guangxi. To his left was He Ming. Facing two Betas, he didn’t feel much better despite the lack of pheromones.

A bad premonition loomed in his heart, and he gripped the soothing agent hidden in his pocket tighter.

“Teacher Sang, do you drink?” Yu Guangxi asked.

“No, coconut milk is fine. I’ll pour it myself.” As soon as Sang Weilian spoke, Yu Guangxi had already taken his glass. In the blink of an eye, the glass filled with coconut milk was back in front of him, so he said thank you.

He Ming recalled the events of the afternoon. After chatting casually with Sang Weilian for a few sentences, he asked as if unintentionally, “Speaking of which, Teacher Sang seems to come from a noble background, right?”

He had seen many interviews before and often heard people in the industry discussing it.

Sang Weilian’s eye color wasn’t the common dark brown of Chinese people; he should be of mixed race. He himself had only mentioned being raised in a noble family, but the specifics beyond that were unclear.

Sang Weilian, who rarely mentioned family matters, paused his chopsticks. “Why?”

“Then do you know Director Lu?” He Ming had already inquired with Yu Guangxi; though Yu Guangxi’s family background was decent, he had never had contact with anyone from Far Road International Group.

“Director Lu?” Sang Weilian thought of the “keep-away” Lu Chunbai from the afternoon. “Does Director He mean that Director Lu from this afternoon?”

“Yes!” He Ming’s eyes lit up. Did Sang Weilian mean he knew her?

“I don’t know her.” No one in that family had dealings with Far Road International Group or rather, they had no dealings with anyone domestically at all.

He Ming was stunned. After a while, he muttered in confusion, “Then what is going on?”

“What?” Sang Weilian looked puzzled.

He Ming hurriedly shook his head. “Nothing, nothing! Come, Teacher Sang, let’s eat. The spicy pot here is the most popular in this area not a single bad review online!”

As he spoke, He Ming reached out to plate some food for Sang Weilian.

Sang Weilian subconsciously frowned and raised a hand to stop him. “No need. Sorry, Director He, I have a bit of a germaphobia. I’ll do it myself.”

“Oh, oh, my fault!” He Ming quickly offered a conciliatory smile.

Beside him, Yu Guangxi had just picked up a few pieces of fatty beef. His chopsticks were heading toward Sang Weilian’s bowl, but hearing those words, he sullenly put them back into his own bowl.

Because the assistant director couldn’t eat spicy food, they had a “mandarin duck” (split) pot on their table. The assistant director sat next to He Ming, and Sang Weilian’s chopsticks could just reach the edge of the clear broth pot, so he ate a little.

When he was about thirty percent full, people began coming to the second floor to offer toasts one after another.

Due to Sang Weilian’s cold aura and his authoritative status in the industry, most didn’t dare approach him directly to toast. They all circled around Director He Ming and the easy-going Yu Guangxi first, then used the momentum to include Sang Weilian.

Out of politeness, Sang Weilian accepted the first glass, but after that, it became unstoppable.

His alcohol tolerance had always been very good, but his state had been off these past two days, so he had made up his mind to only drink one glass of beer and touch nothing more. This way, he wouldn’t get drunk and wouldn’t make things difficult for everyone.

However, for some reason today, after only half a glass of beer, he felt both dizzy and hot.

Everything before his eyes began to double, and the various pheromone scents in the surroundings seemed much more obvious than when he first arrived.

Recalling the day of the Siny headphones event when his heat cycle had suddenly started, it was just like this. Although it wasn’t as severe this time, Sang Weilian still felt things were very wrong and turned to leave.

A staff member who came to toast him was caught off guard; the glass in his hand was knocked over, and the alcohol splashed all over both of their clothes.

He hurriedly said, “Sorry, sorry! Teacher Sang, are you okay?”

Sang Weilian waved his hand. “I’m fine.”

The cold alcohol soaked his clothes and clung to his body, making him very uncomfortable. Sang Weilian frowned, took a long breath, and walked out of the crowd.

Wang Gu and Zhang Chuntao were downstairs; he had to get those two to take him back.

“Teacher Sang, are you okay?” His arm was suddenly grabbed. Yu Guangxi, who had a physical build similar to an Alpha, leaned in. “Do you feel unwell anywhere? Do you want me to take you back? Or should I call a doctor for you?”

Sang Weilian pulled his arm away. “…No need. It’s just a bit hot, I’m going out for some air. You guys continue.”

Everyone here was from the crew; he didn’t want to make a scene. There were signs of a heat cycle, but they weren’t obvious yet; he could completely control his pheromones.

After saying that, Sang Weilian endured the dizziness and walked quickly out of the crowd.

He Ming watched his retreating back with worry. “Is he really okay? Should I still have the accompanying doctor take a look?”

“No need, I’ll go.” Yu Guangxi set down his glass and chased after Sang Weilian.

On the first floor, Wang Gu didn’t realize anything was wrong at first glance. It wasn’t until Sang Weilian spoke in a low voice, saying he wanted to return to the hotel, that he noticed.

Realizing what was happening, Wang Gu stood up immediately and signaled Zhang Chuntao to follow.

The two of them escorted Sang Weilian out of the hotpot restaurant. The night air carried a humid heat. Sang Weilian tugged at his collar, trying to catch his breath.

Zhang Chuntao pulled a mask and a hat from her bag to help him put them on. “Teacher Sang, better cover up a bit to prevent any reporters.”

“Mm.” Sang Weilian answered muffledly through the mask. He breathed heavily, feeling even hotter.

Slowly being escorted toward the hotel by Wang Gu and Zhang Chuntao, Sang Weilian gradually felt his legs losing strength. He took a deep breath, his vision spinning.

There were no extra pedestrians on the dimly lit small road. Yu Guangxi hurried out and saw the three figures. Just as he was about to help escort Sang Weilian back, a black car drove up at the intersection, its bright headlights illuminating the way ahead.

Sang Weilian’s footsteps paused as he looked toward the car that had stopped.

The rear door was pushed open, and the familiar scent of mountain spring pheromones drifted over. Sang Weilian subconsciously reached out his hand.

Lu Lin pulled him into his arms in one swift motion, his tone full of worry: “Do you have a fever?”

Sang Weilian shook his head and leaned into his embrace. “It should be the heat cycle. I want to go back. Why are you here?”

“I’ll take you back first.” Lu Lin looked up, his ink-black eyes cold and waveless. He swept his gaze over Yu Guangxi, who was not far behind, before looking at Wang Gu. “Mr. Wang, please lead the way.”

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