The Investment Mogul Calls Himself my Husband - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: The Script

[Alright, today I’ve truly witnessed the real-life version of ‘eating buns dipped in human blood.’ He’s already gone, yet you still want to use him to promote someone else. Wang Xia, why would you treat him like this? Are you even worthy of being called the ‘best friend’ he spoke of!]

[Wang Xia, and that whatever-his-name-is Qian Xu—boycott. We must boycott. An 18th-tier actor whose name I’ve never even heard of actually wants to step on our Film Emperor Su to climb up? Not a chance!]

[Right, boycott! Boycott Qian Xu!]

[We won’t allow them to bully our Su Yi like this. Now is the time to test our unity; let’s boycott Wang Xia and Qian Xu together.]

……

Qian Qian, who was originally very happy, felt her brow furrow tighter and tighter as she read the comments.

“Xiao Xu, will this…” Qian Qian certainly knew the power of public opinion; a wall of negative boycotts would definitely have a huge impact on her brother.

“Sis, it’s fine. it’s normal for fans to have emotions. As long as I can produce good works in the future, their attitudes will change,” Su Yi comforted her.

These fans supported him while he was alive, and now that he was dead, they still remembered him. This kind of pure affection was very precious!

“Don’t overthink it, Sis. Get some rest early. I’m going to give Wang Xia a call.”

“Okay, go ahead. You shouldn’t overthink it either; go to sleep early.”

As soon as Su Yi returned to his room, Wang Xia’s call came through.

“Your fans have such explosive tempers; my private messages are about to be blown up by them. It’s full of their colorful abuse… they… really miss you and care about you very much!”

“I know. I read the comments. Be careful when you go out these next two days.”

“Actually, I shouldn’t have added that last sentence; I was just so happy I forgot myself. Also, I’ve already called the truck for the move tomorrow—everything is arranged. Moving over there will have better security and be safer.”

“Jie, truly… I’ve troubled you!” Su Yi spoke with apology. It was all because of him that Wang Xia was suffering this abuse.

Wang Xia’s voice carried a sob but also a laugh: “What are you saying? You being back is more important than anything. I’m happy even if they scold me.”

“Besides, once you produce work, their current resentment will dissipate!”

…

The Su Family

“What is wrong with Wang Xia? Yi-Xia Studio was co-founded by her and Su Yi. Although Su Yi is no longer here, the Su family still exists. How can she just sign someone randomly without even greeting the Su family?” Su Xinghan said angrily as he looked at the entertainment news headlines.

Su Yuyan: “Father is right. Now that Su Yi is gone, Yi-Xia Studio should belong to our Su family. Wang Xia is just a manager—just a worker.”

Lu Li, standing to the side, couldn’t quite watch this anymore and said, “When Yi-Xia Studio was first established, documents were uploaded that stated very clearly: Yi-Xia Studio belongs entirely to Wang Xia. Su Yi was the worker—just a signed artist—while Wang Xia was the boss. This was a hot search back then, and Su Yi said it himself.”

Zhou Shaozi, Su Yuyan’s biological mother: “Xiao Li, you can’t put it that way. Those materials were just for outsiders to see. Su Yi’s words were just to give Wang Xia face; Wang Xia shouldn’t be so tactless as to actually accept it. After all, without Su Yi, could Wang Xia have earned a single cent!”

Su Xinghan: “Xiao Li is still young. Our Su family doesn’t care about those materials. Yi-Xia Studio belongs to Su Yi, and now Wang Xia’s actions have clearly chilled the hearts of Su Yi’s fans. Therefore, our Su family must stand up now to protect Su Yi’s studio—that was Su Yi’s lifeblood.”

“Lu Li, what is wrong with you? Why are you still biased toward Wang Xia? Can’t you see the whole internet is boycotting Wang Xia and that 18th-tier actor who came out of nowhere? If Wang Xia has any shame, she should proactively return the studio to the Su family right now, pack her bags, and get out of Yi-Xia Studio.” Su Yuyan glared at Lu Li. Having seen Zhuang Qingyuan, Su Yuyan increasingly felt Lu Li was an eyesore and didn’t bother pretending anymore, speaking his mind directly.

Lu Li hadn’t expected to hear such earth-shattering words. It was as if he truly recognized Su Yuyan and the Su family for the first time in this moment.

Hadn’t Su Yuyan always been the simple, well-behaved younger brother? Even if he was occasionally a bit willful.

And Su Xinghan could be considered a man of status, yet now his “eating posture” was so ugly, staring down a tiny studio.

Moreover, they kept saying it was for Su Yi. If it truly were for Su Yi, why was it that regarding Su Yi’s death, not a single person in the Su family seemed truly sad or pained? Even the funeral was handled perfunctorily.

Lu Li began to recall how Su Yi used to prefer living on film sets or even in hotels rather than returning to the Su family.

At that time, Lu Li had believed Su Yuyan’s words—that Su Yi didn’t come home in order to threaten Father Su, wanting him and his mother to move out. He also said Su Yi blamed the pain of losing his mother on them, intentionally creating an illusion of being isolated.

At the time, Lu Li actually believed it and had repeatedly urged Su Yi not to stay away from home, saying that continuing like this would chill Father Su’s heart and only make the relationship between Su Yi and his father more distant.

Whenever Su Yi heard him say such things back then, he would look at him coldly, give a cold laugh in the end, and turn to leave.

Now, Lu Li wished he could travel back and cover his own mouth!

Such a father… better to have none!

Such a home… better to not want it!

Lu Li turned and left without a word. He should have seen through this Su family long ago, yet he had previously believed Su Yuyan’s “selling of misery” and became an accomplice in hurting Su Yi!

Zhou Shaozi: “Xiao Li… why did he leave? Yuyan, go chase him.”

“If he leaves, he leaves. What’s there to chase? Mom, Dad, you guys hurry up and get Yi-Xia Studio back. I’ve already graduated and am preparing to enter the entertainment industry. I’m just missing a studio to play around with. I think Yi-Xia Studio is quite good. You guys hurry up; I’m going to get my beauty sleep.” Su Yuyan said, yawning as he went upstairs.

Zhou Shaozi: “Xinghan, entering the entertainment industry is the best choice for Xiao Bao. Su Yi is gone; our hotels used to rely on Su Yi’s fame to stay afloat. If everyone puts Su Yi out of their minds later, it will have a huge impact on our business.”

“But, if Xiao Bao enters the entertainment industry and also wins some Best Actor awards, he’ll have a huge group of fans, and our family business can continue to thrive.”

Su Xinghan nodded in agreement: “Indeed. Our Su family was able to turn Su Yi into a Film Emperor before; Xiao Yan is superior to Su Yi in every aspect, so he will surely be able to bring home a Best Actor award very soon. I’ll contact people immediately to have Xiao Yan debut.”

“Good, good. Our Xiao Bao can definitely do better; he’ll surely be the most popular big star in the future!” Zhou Shaozi’s face bloomed with a smile she couldn’t hide. “Then I’ll be the mother of a big star. Maybe later I can even participate in some parent-child program with Xiao Bao; wouldn’t I be surrounded by people wherever I go then?”

“Go, go. Let’s go upstairs and do some skincare too. Who knows, we might be recording a program with our son one day.”

Su Xinghan: “Right, right. Su Yi had a big ego and was disobedient; he was completely unwilling to take us on programs. Xiao Yan is different from him; Xiao Yan is the most obedient and filial child.”

“That’s for sure—look at who gave birth to him.” Zhou Shaozi smiled triumphantly.

…

The Next Day

Early in the morning, the moving company arrived.

Xiao Le hadn’t woken up yet. Qian Qian was prepared to wake him, but Su Yi stopped her.

Su Yi found a small quilt to wrap Xiao Le in and held him in his arms, letting him continue to sleep.

Qian Qian gave a helpless smile: “He’s a boy; you don’t need to pamper him like this.”

“It’s finally Saturday; let him sleep a bit longer.” Su Yi looked at Xiao Le’s face, which looked exactly like Qian Xu’s.

Qian Xu adored this little nephew but hadn’t had time to accompany him these past two years. From now on, Su Yi would love this child just as Qian Xu did.

No child doesn’t crave to be loved!

No child complains about having too much love!

When Su Yi was still a child, he was also pampered by his mother. After his mother left, no one loved him anymore.

He used to think that person was his biological father and surely loved him—it was just that having a stepmother led to having a “stepfather.”

But now, Su Yi had completely seen through it: his biological father had never loved him!

Though love is invisible and untouchable, as long as love exists, a person can feel it tangibly. It either exists or it doesn’t. No matter how one deceives oneself, a day of awakening will eventually come!

The moving truck drove smoothly into the high-end residential area. Clearly, Wang Xia had notified the community security office in advance; the guard checked the license plate number and let them through directly.

Soon, they stopped in front of a detached villa.

Qian Qian could have imagined the accommodations Wang Xia provided would be good, but she hadn’t expected them to be this good. Not only was it a detached villa, but its location was in the city center, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

These living conditions were simply too good!

Seeing the stunned Qian Qian, Su Yi reminded her: “Sis, we’re here. Carry Xiao Le in so he can sleep a bit longer. I’ll stay downstairs to help move things.”

Qian Qian asked uneasily: “Xiao Xu, could we have come to the wrong place? Should we call to make sure?”

“It’s not wrong; this is the place. Live here in peace, Sis. Yi-Xia Studio is wealthy and powerful; the living conditions have to be the best.” Su Yi felt a bit of heartache looking at Qian Qian’s cramped and uneasy appearance. This sister of his had suffered too much; in the future, he would work hard to make life better and better.

Qian Qian nodded—she believed the part about Yi-Xia Studio being wealthy and powerful!

So she took Xiao Le from Su Yi’s arms and saw Su Yi take a key from his pocket to open the door.

Since he had the key, it should be the right place; no mistake about it.

“Sis, go straight to the second floor,” Su Yi said. “Wang Xia said the room in the middle of the second floor is the children’s room.”

“Okay.” Qian Qian pushed the door open and entered the living room. Looking at the high-end luxury decoration, she looked down at her own clothes; she felt out of place here, and her movements became unconsciously stiff.

Seeing Qian Qian take Xiao Le upstairs, Su Yi began helping move the items and then organizing the things the workers had brought in.

“I’m late.” Wang Xia walked in carrying several bags and went straight to the kitchen.

Su Yi followed and worked with Wang Xia to put all the groceries into the refrigerator and arrange them.

“Your fans are still as capable of tracking as ever. You have no idea how many circles I had to drive in to shake them off. They follow so closely—even tighter than reporters.” Wang Xia complained while arranging things.

Su Yi said with a smile: “Their tempers are at their peak; it’ll be fine after these two days.”

“Yeah, how could I not know.” Wang Xia looked at Su Yi. “Some of them must be hiding under their covers crying during this time. I really want to tell them you’re still here and share my joy with them.”

Su Yi nodded. The fans’ emotions might only be temporary; perhaps they would fade as the heat dies down, and a day would come when they forget him. But at this moment, the fans’ concern and affection for him were real and from the heart, and that was enough!

Seeing sadness emerge in Su Yi’s eyes, Wang Xia changed the subject: “Where are Sister and Xiao Le?”

“Xiao Le is still sleeping; Sis is upstairs watching him.”

“Right, your things—there’s also a script I need to give you.”

Wang Xia handed a camera to Su Yi: “Your camera. I’ve kept it all this time. The photos inside are all safe; they’re all there.”

Su Yi liked photography normally and would go out to take pictures in his spare time, but he didn’t have much spare time before. He didn’t take many photos, and most were transferred to a computer. The photos in the camera were also processed regularly, but there were some fixed photos he wouldn’t delete—they were always kept in the camera. Those were photos of his mother.

“Thank you.” Su Yi turned on the camera, stroking the photos of his mother.

Wang Xia knew the importance of this camera to Su Yi. Accepting his thanks, she took a script out of her bag and handed it to Su Yi: “You absolutely won’t guess where this script came from.”

Su Yi looked up and saw four large characters written on it: Wind of Amnesia.

“An art film?” Su Yi took the script and asked, “Which director?”

“I really don’t know that. This script was personally delivered to my door by Zhuang Qingyuan early this morning.” Wang Xia said, waiting to see how Su Yi would react.

Hearing the name Zhuang Qingyuan, Su Yi’s brow furrowed slightly. Zhuang Qingyuan… Zhuang Qingyuan again?

Since his return, Zhuang Qingyuan’s name had appeared in Wang Xia’s mouth many times—more than all the times combined in his previous life.

Su Yi raised an eyebrow: “The overbearing CEO of Qingyi personally delivering a script? That’s not common. What’s going on?”