klisemfg Chapter 942 This is already too much
Chapter 942 This is already too much
The atmosphere in the conference room of Longteng Film and Television Company was somewhat awkward. All the artists sat upright on both sides, their eyes fixed on Teng Zijing, who sat in the main seat.
Director Liang sat to the side, his fingers swiping across his laptop screen, which displayed the novel "A Lifetime of Protection," adapted from Mu Xiaoji's personal experiences.
He occasionally let out an exclamation of admiration: "Wow...wonderful! Tsk tsk,"
As expected of President Mu, this story is full of twists and turns, even more intense than his previous work, "The Mysterious".
"Brother Jing, I'm confident I can make this film a masterpiece that surpasses 'The Mysterious Case of the Condor Heroes'!"
Teng Zijing's lips curled up slightly, but his gaze swept past everyone and landed on Gu Ze, who was lost in thought in the corner. His voice suddenly turned cold: "Gu Ze."
Gu Ze jolted awake and snapped back to reality.
“Since Jiang Shuo thinks so highly of you,” Teng Zijing said slowly, “the male lead role in this film will be given to you.”
Director Liang will give you the script later, so don't let Jiang Shuo down.
Gu Ze's mind was still a mess, filled with the scene on the balcony—
He asked Jiang Chengyu, "Has President Mu never left your world?"
Jiang Chengyu tightened his grip on the empty bowl, seemingly avoiding the question.
With an apologetic look, he said, "Gu Ze, I'm sorry. Things happened so suddenly yesterday. I shouldn't have left you there alone."
When he lost control and yelled, "That's because I'm insignificant to you,"
Jiang Chengyu's sudden trembling and the broken bowl on the ground... those images pierced his heart like fragments.
"Gu Ze..." Director Liang gently tapped the table to remind him to come back to his senses.
A murmur arose from the surroundings: "Hey, what's wrong with Gu Ze today? He dares to daydream in front of Master Jing?"
"Have you heard? It seems that General Manager Jiang from Zidong International is living with Gu Ze, and their relationship is more than just ordinary..."
"Snapped!"
Teng Zijing slammed his hand on the table, and the conference room fell silent instantly.
Gu Ze shuddered, completely pulling himself out of his thoughts, and met Teng Zijing's eyes, which were as cold as an icy pool.
Beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
"Master Jing is talking to you!" Director Liang whispered a reminder from the side.
Gu Ze quickly stood up, bowed ninety degrees, and his voice trembled:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jing, I had a few too many drinks yesterday, and I'm still a bit dizzy and lightheaded today. I apologize..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the office door. The security guard opened it, and Feng Tao rushed in.
As soon as he entered, he blocked Gu Ze's way, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "If you have any instructions, just tell me."
Gu Ze... his condition is unpredictable, but you are very magnanimous and won't hold it against him. I will relay these messages."
As he spoke, he subtly pointed to his head, implying that Gu Ze had a history of severe depression.
Teng Zijing looked at him and suddenly sneered, "You're doing a really tough job as an assistant."
“It’s not hard work,” Feng Tao’s voice carried a hint of barely perceptible sadness. “We’re just relying on each other and taking care of one another.”
Teng Zijing didn't pursue the matter further, pulled his feet back from the table, and stood up:
"Alright, I've already given the script to Director Liang. You can handle the specific filming details with him."
"I only care about the result." With that, he strode towards the door.
The security guard had already opened the door, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they watched his arrogant figure disappear outside.
In the corner, Qi Hongliang, who had always disliked Gu Ze, suddenly stood up, pointed at Gu Ze, and cursed:
"Gu Ze, do you fucking want to die? If you're going to die, don't drag us down with you!"
"Master Jing personally delivered the script to the meeting room, and you dare to slack off? Believe me, I'll strangle you right now!"
"Qi Hongliang, you dare to lay a finger on Gu Ze!" Feng Tao immediately stepped in front of Gu Ze, his eyes sharp. "I'll make sure you get out of here right now, lying sideways!"
Qi Hongliang was unconvinced. He rolled up his sleeves, kicked the chair aside, and charged at Feng Tao, shouting, "I'm going to move, what can you do to me?"
"That's enough!" Mu Yusi, who played the female lead, suddenly stood up and shouted sternly.
"Qi Hongliang, are you no longer hiding your true intentions and are now openly confronting me head-on?"
Upon seeing Mu Yusi, Qi Hongliang's arrogance instantly diminished by more than half, and he muttered:
"No, Sister Yusi, aren't you taking a really bad side?"
If Master Jing had really gotten angry just now, none of us would have escaped! I was just standing up for everyone, wasn't I?
Director Liang quickly smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, stop arguing. The script will be delivered to everyone tomorrow, and the roles will be assigned according to the script. Meeting adjourned."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Tao immediately pulled Gu Ze away from the conference room.
Director Liang packed his things, looked arrogant, and swaggered out.
The meeting room instantly fell apart, with people getting up in twos and threes.
Each with their own thoughts, no one paid attention to the other, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Feng Tao drove his minivan through the night, his profile tense, and finally couldn't help but speak.
His tone was full of displeasure: "I just went out to take care of some business, and you've already upset Master Jing. Can't you just stay away from him?"
Gu Ze leaned back in the back seat, gazing at the neon lights flashing past the window, his voice muffled:
“I was already far away from him, who knew he would suddenly call my name.”
"You..." Feng Tao was taken aback, but patiently pressed on, "So what did Master Jing say at the meeting today? He couldn't have just sat there for nothing, could he?"
"I don't know." Gu Ze glanced out the window, looking dissatisfied and listless.
"What the heck?" Feng Tao suddenly turned to look at him, his face filled with disbelief.
"Hey, you know what, Jingye spent a whole afternoon just having coffee with everyone? Haha!"
"Stop talking, it's giving me a headache." Gu Ze rubbed his temples and picked up a cushion from the side.
She hugged him tightly and shrank back, saying, "If you don't understand something, go ask Director Liang yourself."
After saying that, she closed her eyes, as if to shut out all her troubles.
The dazzling neon lights outside the window cast flickering shadows on his face, revealing a touch of loneliness.
The car slowly stopped in the parking space below the apartment building, and the two got out one after the other.
Gu Ze pushed open the door. The room was pitch black. He reached out and pressed the light switch by the door.
The warm yellow light instantly filled the living room, but it felt empty.
He subconsciously looked around, but there was no familiar scent in the air.
Her heart sank. Without even changing her shoes, she hurried upstairs to Jiang Chengyu's bedroom.
He pushed open the door and called out, "Cheng Yu..."
No one responded.
He casually turned on the room light, his gaze sweeping over the empty bed before quickly walking onto the balcony.
Under the moonlight, only the scattered dried carrots and the broken white porcelain bowl remained; Jiang Chengyu was nowhere to be seen.
Gu Ze stood there, his fingertips slightly cold.
After a moment of silence, he deflated like a punctured balloon, turned around and slunk into his room.
The sound of running water soon came from the bathroom, and warm water sprayed from the showerhead.
It washed over his body, and also tried to wash away the pent-up frustration and disappointment in his heart.
Steam rose, blurring his reflection in the mirror. He raised his hand and wiped his face.
Water droplets dripped down his jawline, mixed with indescribable emotions, spreading a small water stain on the tile.
The night outside the window was still long, and the room seemed emptier than ever before.
As dawn broke the next day, pale golden light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Mu Xiaoji slowly opened his eyes, a hangover-like languor still lingering between his brows. His hands unconsciously tightened, encircling the person in his arms.
Jiang Chengyu was still fast asleep, his profile appearing exceptionally serene in the morning light, though his lips were slightly swollen and red.
It was still stained with blood from last night, traces left from their argument.
His hands were still lightly cuffed behind his back, the chain connecting to his neck hanging loosely.
A faint red ring had appeared on her neck, like an abrupt mark.
Mu Xiaoji's gaze fell on the red circle, and his eyes softened suddenly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible regret.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Jiang Chengyu's smooth forehead, his voice as soft as a sigh: "I'm sorry, little monster..."
After saying that, he carefully let go of her hand, got up and got out of bed, moving so gently that he was afraid of disturbing her sleep.
As he reached the door, he glanced back at the person on the bed, fast asleep.
Like withered leaves battered by wind and rain, they exuded an indescribable weariness and fragility, causing a sudden tightness in his heart.
In the end, he gently closed the door, leaving the tranquility of the room and the sleeping person behind him in the morning light.
As usual, Xiang Xiaowu parked his car early in the yard of the Jinjiangwan Villa, resting his hands on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing at his watch.
At this time on ordinary days, Jiang Chengyu would have already walked out, looking energetic.
But today the clock has already passed the usual departure time, the villa gate is still tightly closed, and there isn't a single person in sight.
He was wondering what was going on when he saw some noise at the villa entrance. Mu Xiaoji and Shen Rou were supporting the old lady, one on each side.
The three of them walked out step by step. The old lady's steps were still a little unsteady, and she had obviously not fully recovered from yesterday's discomfort.
Not far away, Rong Shishan's black sedan was already parked steadily on the side of the road. Seeing them emerge,
He immediately got out of the car, opened the back door, first helped Mu Xiaoji into the car, then carefully helped the old lady into the car, and finally it was Shen Rou's turn.
Just as Rong Shishan was about to walk back to the driver's seat, he saw Song Shijie also hurrying out of the villa.
He was also carrying a briefcase, so it seemed he was going to go along as well.
Xiang Xiaowu watched as Song Shijie opened the passenger door and sat down.
Rong Shishan quickly got into the car and started the engine. The car slowly drove away from Jinjiang Bay and soon disappeared at the end of the road.
Only Xiang Xiaowu remained in the courtyard. He frowned, scratched his head, and muttered to himself:
"Something's not right. President Song has already left, so why hasn't President Jiang come out yet? It's past midnight, what's going on?"
He looked up at the window on the second floor of the villa again. The curtains were drawn tightly, and he couldn't see what was happening inside.
As the sunlight gradually rose higher, it spilled into the empty courtyard, and the doubts in Xiang Xiaowu's heart, like the sun, gradually rose.