“How much is it affecting you?” Song Mian continued.
“Not that much. Just one film,” Yun Xiangxiang replied seriously. “Forget about this. Get your business done already and come back to be with me. I miss you.”
To prevent Song Mian from further exhaustion because of this case, Yun Xiangxiang ignored Li Xiangling’s and Song Meng’s groans and started getting mushy.
Song Mian had enough on his plate. When she mentioned Percy’s case back then, Song Mian agreed to help her without hesitating.
When Yun Xiangxiang only sighed about the fragility of life to Song Mian after her visit to the leukemic Dong Chen, Song Mian took the matter into his own hands again.
It made Yun Xiangxiang reluctant to tell Song Mian of her probems. She was worried he would try to multitask because he wanted to help her.
He Xingzhou’s case only impacted three months of Yun Xiangxiang’s hard work, and she only felt a mild regret about it.
She had received her pay. If “The King’s Plan” bombed because of the cutout He Xingzhou’s scenes, the public wouldn’t suspect her and the other stars. The only losers would be the directors, the producers, and the investors.
She held back not because it didn’t affect her too much. She did not want to rely on Song Mian for every problem she came across. She couldn’t use Song Mian as an all-powerful tool.
More importantly, Yun Xiangxiang believed in the impartiality of the law. She also trusted that the matter could be solved quickly if Song Mian interfered. Even so, without Song Mian, there would still be some other people solving it. After all, the stakes were high in this case.
Getting solved later in time didn’t matter. It surprised her that Song Mian would call her to ask about it so swiftly.
Song Mian’s cheerful, baritone laughter came from the other side of the phone, “The love my girlfriend gives me when she’s concerned about me is music to my ears.”
She wanted him to focus on his matter at hand and not waste his time on anything else when she said she missed him and wanted him to come home soon.”
Yun Xiangxiang turned scarlet from his tease. If she was acting, she could say anything, no matter how mushy it was. She knew they were all fake anyway.
However, in both lives, the real her was more reserved. Mushy things were not what she was used to saying.
Song Mian did not continue teasing her, “Don’t worry. I will finish my matters here as soon as possible. I’ll have someone follow He Xingzhou’s case.”
“Ah Mian…,” Yun Xiangxiang called him softly. She said it indirectly, “Ah Mian, I know you have the ability to do anything you want. It’s just because of me, please don’t…”
Yun Xiangxiang swallowed the latter part of her sentence out of concern that Song Mian would doubt her moral character.
She didn’t mock the rich and powerful for having some special privileges not because she was enjoying some now because of Song Mian.
She already had this thought since her previous life. The powerful clawed their way up there on their own. Nobody should mock them just because they couldn’t do it.
Even if they were the prodigal child or the prodigal child of the prodigal child, if they enjoyed some privileges without breaking the law and hurting anyone’s profits, Yun Xiangxiang thought it was what they should have.
Reincarnation was something that took skill after all. They shouldn’t be jealous of anyone if they didn’t have that luck. The height they could bring themselves to in their lives were the lives they deserved to live.
However, Yun Xiangxiang could only accept these preferential treatments and special privileges on the condition that they did not break the law.
“Don’t be silly. A mere three hundred million dollar investment in a film isn’t worth your boyfriend’s time to twist the facts.”
Song Mian indulged her, “What’s the worst that can be? I’ll just invest even more money and have all of you film it again.”
Yun Xiangxiang breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that Song Mian might misconstrue what she wanted to say.
“Power means responsibility for me, not a means be above the law.”
Song Mian said to Yun Xiangxiang seriously, “I guarantee, if he’s innocent, nobody can make any false accusation against him. But if he’s guilty, nobody can save him.”
“You’re really nice, Ah Mian.” Yun Xiangxiang sounded soft and gentle.
On the other end of the phone, Song Mian gulped. He said hypnotically, “Tell me more about it when I come back.”
His ambiguous tone electrified Yun Xiangxiang from the phone to her palm.
“Have your breakfast soon. I’ll be going off to do my homework,” Yun Xiangxiang hung up swiftly as if the phone was scalding.
Turning around, she was greeted by the dejected Song Meng, “You can even flirt on the phone. This world is unforgiving toward singles.”
Yun Xiangxiang blushed from getting teased by Song Mian. She didn’t have time to retort. Instead, she took out her homework and concentrated on finishing it.
She finished most of her work yesterday morning. There was only a small part left, as well as the revision for Monday’s classes.
After having lunch following the completion of her revision, Yun Xiangxiang called He Wei, “Brother Wei, when will I join the “Jiu Se” crew?”
“Middle of the month.” He Wei paused before adding, “Fourteenth.”
It was the eighth today. She needed to attend five days of classes before applying for leave again. She hoped her rank in the math competition would be decent. The dean and vice-chancellor would approve of her leave happily if that happened.
“Is it delayed because of me taking part in the fashion week?” Yun Xiangxiang recalled that the filming should start early in the month.
“You don’t know?” He Wei was surprised this time.
“What should I know?” Yun Xiangxiang was perplexed.
“Song Mian called me last month. He said he wanted to donate to “Jiu Se.” I finished the negotiations with the company already.” He Wei didn’t mention it to Yun Xiangxiang as he thought Song Mian would tell her.”
“Donation?” Yun Xiangxiang thought that phrase was amusing. They were not some poor crew. They didn’t need any donations.
Besides, “donation” sounded as if it was a slap in the face of Huan Yu Century Entertainment. Surprisingly, He Wei managed to make the company’s top management agree to it.
“It’s the costume and the props for this film…,” He Wei explained in detail to Yun Xiangxiang.
It turned out that Song Mian had arranged an old craftsman of cheongsam to craft more than thirty sets of cheongsam for her according to the script.
He also invited a smith that specialized in recreation to recreate the background props for that era. That was the cause of the delay.
Yun Xiangxiang didn’t know how she should describe her feelings when she heard that. Song Mian had an uncanny ability to continually help her in ways that still lay within her boundaries.
He would never interfere with the expression of her skills. He would never give her anything without work. He would never give her any clout. He would only give her sprinkles of help from time to time, empowering the clout she earned herself.
“”Jiu Se” is filmed in Shenshi and Chongqing. Arrange it accordingly. You might have to apply for leave until the summer holidays,” He Wei reminded her. “I won’t be going to the crew with you this month. I have to finish handling He Xingzhou’s matter.”
He needed to maintain Yun Xiangxiang’s popularity. A film aired in May would help in the graduates’ film festival.
Now that He Xingzhou was in trouble, “The King’s Plan” would not air on time. He would have to arrange something else for Yun Xiangxiang to gain exposure.
Considering Yun Xiangxiang had to film “Jiu Se” and tend to her studies, He Wei did not plan to squeeze too much from her. Even so, there were eyes in the company watching them.
If he did not discipline their mouths, it would be difficult to compete for other resources.