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The following Monday, Wen Di received a call from Qu Pei. Qu Pei said the company had already signed a contract with Ming Jianjun for the customized script. Ming Jianjun was busy before the New Year and would arrange a meeting with Wen Di after the New Year to tell her the details of how he and his wife met and fell in love.
Wen Di hadn’t expected that the extramarital affair scandal hadn’t affected Ming Jianjun, and he still insisted on commissioning this script. “He cheated and still wants to give his wife such a gift? What is he thinking?”
Qu Pei guessed: “Maybe his wife hasn’t found evidence of his affair.”
No one outside knew the inside story.
After discussing the customized script, Qu Pei said, “The Like a Shadow, Following production team reached out to me. They want to invite you to be a permanent guest.”
Wen Di, who had been lying on the carpet reading, sat up when she heard the name Like a Shadow, Following. She had been cloistered writing scripts lately and hadn’t paid much attention to entertainment news.
She hadn’t heard of the show and couldn’t guess its type from the name, so she asked Qu Pei, “What kind of reality show is it?”
Qu Pei said, “It’s related to travel and photography. A mobile phone manufacturer is a sponsor. Oh, and Ming Jianjun’s company is also one of the sponsors.”
The first season of Like a Shadow, Following initially selected six locations, inviting four celebrities and four photographers, divided into four groups for shooting, with small group competitions in between.
Wen Di self-mocked, “What kind of celebrity am I? Why did the production team think of inviting me?”
Qu Pei rattled off, “Because you’re popular now, because you have strong control, you know how to liven up the atmosphere, you’re the soul of the team, and netizens even call you a 360-degree flawless beauty. Photographers can take inspiring blockbusters of you. Are these reasons enough?”
Wen Di laughed, “Still flattering me?”
Qu Pei was also amused by her, “You child, you don’t know what’s good for you.” She told Wen Di that the production team originally wanted to invite her best friend Shen Tang to participate, but Shen Tang wasn’t available.
Wen Di had no other work in the next few months, and she was planning to travel and relax anyway, so she accepted this reality show. She only regretted not being able to participate with her best friend Shen Tang.
She casually asked which photographer she would be paired with and if they had worked together before.
Qu Pei temporarily couldn’t remember the photographer’s name. Her old ailment had recently recurred, and she was relying on medicine daily. She rubbed her head, thinking, “I think his surname is Qi. He’s two years younger than you, a rising star photographer, just returned from abroad. He passed through multiple rounds of rigorous selection by the production team and finally secured this spot.”
The first episode of Like a Shadow, Following was scheduled to begin filming and recording early next month.
After hanging up, Wen Di went to her walk-in closet to see if she had any suitable clothes to wear for the show. Just as she found three outfits, her phone rang—it was her mother.
“Hello, Mom.”
Wen Di turned on the speaker.
Zhao Yueling’s gentle voice came through the phone: “Di Di, Mom will be downstairs soon.”
Wen Di threw the clothes in her hand onto the sofa and quickly picked up her phone: “Mom, why didn’t you say so earlier? I would have gone to the airport to pick you up.”
“No need, the company’s office arranged a special car for airport pickup.” Zhao Yueling was a capable and strong businesswoman, but always gentle in front of her daughter: “Mom won’t talk to you anymore, let’s chat when we meet.”
Wen Di quickly found a long dress from her closet, changing out of her sexy nightgown.
As soon as she changed, the doorbell rang. Before she could rush out, Aunt Cui had already opened the door.
Zhao Yueling handed the items in her hand to Aunt Cui and took off her high heels.
“Mom.” Wen Di quickly walked over and hugged her mother.
Zhao Yueling scrutinized her daughter. “You look well.” In the past, her daughter would lose a size every time she finished a script.
Wen Di smiled and said, “That’s because Aunt Cui takes good care of me.”
Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Yueling opened the handbag she brought. “Mom bought a few handbags for you and Tang Tang, to go with evening gowns. These colors aren’t available at domestic counters yet.”
Her mother was accustomed to bringing a gift for her best friend whenever she brought her a gift. Wen Di wasn’t interested in small-sized bags and planned to give them all to Shen Tang.
Zhao Yueling asked, “Is Tang Tang still filming?”
“Yes, she’s in Hengdian now and will be filming until March or April next year.” Wen Di put the handbag aside, sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the sofa, resting her hand on her mother’s knee, occasionally fiddling with it.
She asked her mother how many days she would stay in Beijing this time.
Zhao Yueling’s flight was early the day after tomorrow, so she would only stay in Beijing for two days. “Mom doesn’t have time to be with you this time. Tonight, I’m attending the wedding banquet of our class monitor’s daughter. Tomorrow, we have a class reunion.”
After graduation, everyone was busy, and many classmates hadn’t seen each other for almost thirty years.
Wen Di chatted casually, “What do elites from top universities like you talk about at reunions?”
“The same things you talk about at your gatherings, everything.” Zhao Yueling opened her bag and took out a document folder.
Wen Di was still talking about class reunions: “Thirty years without seeing each other, some classmates might not recognize each other at first glance, but you, the campus belle, don’t need to worry; your figure hasn’t changed a bit.”
“What campus belle, there was another girl in our graduating class who was also beautiful.” Zhao Yueling handed the document folder to her daughter and said, “This contains your property deed and documents that your dad asked me to bring you. See if anything is missing, and have your dad prepare it for you.”
Zhao Yueling didn’t ask much about her daughter’s relationship, nor did she press for details about adding a name to the property deed. She picked up her water glass and drank.
Wen Di chatted with her mother about family matters for a while. Half an hour later, her mother left in a hurry to attend the banquet.
She took out the property deed, flipped it open, took a picture, and sent it to Yan He Yu: “Got the deed. Can go through the procedures to add your name anytime.”
Yan He Yu was at the old Yan family residence. He hadn’t been home for nearly half a month. This evening, his mother called him and insisted he return.
He was about to reply to Wen Di when a ring box appeared before him.
Ye Minqiong looked at him: “Try it on, see if it fits.”
Yan He Yu didn’t take it, looking back at his mother, “I told you, I don’t need a ring.”
Ye Minqiong said, “You can’t not have a ring on the engagement day, can you?”
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed from the doorway. “Mom, my brother, did he agree to the engagement?” Yan He Yan interjected.
Ye Minqiong hadn’t expected her daughter to return so early today. She told her daughter, “You don’t understand him. If he didn’t tacitly agree, could I have ordered the ring?”
If Yan He Yu opposed the marriage alliance, she wouldn’t have presumed to order a ring.
Since they decided to get engaged, they couldn’t fool the Tian family. Everything Tian Qinglu should receive, she would receive. Since her son was unwilling to pick a ring, she, as a mother, had to do it herself.
Yan He Yan didn’t change her shoes. She walked past Yan He Yu, stepping on the back of his foot with her eight-centimeter stiletto heel, without looking away.
Yan He Yu frowned, “Where are your eyes?”
Yan He Yan shot him a glance: “My eyes are in my sockets, can’t you see?”
Ye Minqiong said helplessly, “You two, let me have some peace and quiet.”
“He and I are incompatible; we shouldn’t meet. Mom, you should also control him and make him stop causing trouble.” Yan He Yan pinched the men’s ring from the ring box her mother was holding. She knew Yan He Yu wouldn’t wear it, so she spun it around her finger playfully.
Ye Minqiong sternly stopped her daughter: “Put the ring down! What are you messing with?!”
Yan He Yan didn’t control the force of her spin, and with a “swoosh,” the ring flew out, precisely into the trash can.
She and her mother stared at each other.
“I didn’t mean to.” She nonchalantly returned to her bedroom.
Yan He Yu wouldn’t pick up the ring, so Ye Minqiong had no choice but to pick up the men’s ring from the trash can with gloves on, take it to the bathroom, and rinse it thoroughly under the faucet.
She put the ring back into the box and began working on her son’s mindset: “A marriage alliance isn’t as bad as you think. Qinglu already likes you. As long as you don’t mess things up, life won’t be bad.”
The driver came to remind Ye Minqiong that it was time to leave.
Ye Minqiong was so angry she almost forgot she had a schoolmate’s daughter’s wedding to attend tonight. She grabbed her coat and left.
Yan He Yu glanced at the ring box on the coffee table, didn’t take it, and got up to leave.
“Hey, where’s that little golden hoop for you? Aren’t you going to try it on?” Yan He Yan leaned over the second-floor balcony, propping her chin, gloating.
Yan He Yu didn’t bother with his sister and walked straight to the car.
Kang Bo was in the car. After Yan He Yu got in, he reported, “Mr. Yan, Miss Wen just contacted me. She thought you weren’t replying because you were in a meeting, so she asked me to arrange a time to go to the real estate transaction center and call her.”
Yan He Yu leaned back in his seat. It wasn’t until the car drove away from the Yan family residence that he told Kang Bo, “Don’t add the name anymore. Tell Wen Di that I’m busy lately and can’t find time.”
Kang Bo: “Okay.”
The boss’s decision not to add the name was probably related to the marriage alliance.
That night, Yan He Yu worked overtime until 8 PM. After leaving the company, he had his driver take him to Wen Di’s apartment.
The password had been changed back to the old one: the first four digits were Wen Di’s birthday, and the last two were his birth year.
Wen Di was in the study practicing her signature. Hearing footsteps, she looked up: “Husband.”
“Mm.” Yan He Yu put his laptop bag on the table and looked at the papers scattered across it: “What are you doing? Making such a mess.”
Wen Di said, “I haven’t signed anything for several months, so I’m out of practice. I’m practicing.” She was going to film a show next month. If she met fans and they asked for her signature, she couldn’t make a fool of herself.
Yan He Yu still had some work to finish. He took out his laptop and a notebook.
Wen Di snatched his notebook, flipped to a blank page at the back, and signed her full name in his notebook.
“Assistant Kang told me you’ve been busy lately and don’t have time to go change the deed.” Wen Di casually wrote the three characters “Mrs. Yan” in Yan He Yu’s notebook. As she wrote, she said, “Adding a name to the property deed doesn’t require your personal presence. You can authorize a lawyer to handle it. You already gave me the money; I don’t want to delay.”
Wen Di capped her pen and looked up at him: “If you want to go with me personally, that’s fine too. I can wait.”
Yan He Yu leaned over and kissed her forehead: “Go read in the bedroom. I’m working overtime.”
Wen Di hugged his neck and kissed him back.
Back in the bedroom, Wen Di received an email from Qu Pei. Attached were the relevant materials for the Like a Shadow, Following show. She downloaded them and began to read them carefully.
The photographer she was partnered with was named Qi Mingche. She searched his Weibo. He didn’t have many followers, no personal photos, and all his posts were of his work.
His photography style was one she adored; no wonder the production team had paired her with Qi Mingche.
Unconsciously, it was nine o’clock. Yan He Yu finished his work, pushed open the bedroom door, and entered.
Wen Di had just finished reading the show materials and closed her tablet, placing it on the bedside table. She leaned against the headboard on the side Yan He Yu usually slept on and extended her hand: “Husband, help me out, carry me to my side of the bed.”
Yan He Yu looked at her: “You can’t move yourself?”
Despite his words, he walked to the bed and lifted her horizontally: “From now on, play on the computer at your own bedside.”
Wen Di never followed his words: “No, your side smells good.”
Yan He Yu placed her on the pillow. Just as he was about to straighten up, his waist was entwined by two long legs. Wen Di wrapped around him, preventing him from leaving.
Yan He Yu leaned down again. He placed his hand under the back of her head, stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then kissed her. His other hand went to his collar, unbuttoning his shirt.
Wen Di almost couldn’t resist. Whether it was in the bathroom or back on the bed, he was passionate yet gentle tonight.
After the second time, she drifted off to sleep, hazy, unable to recall if she had showered.
The next morning, Wen Di woke up after Yan He Yu got out of bed. She reached out and felt beside her; no one was there.
Yan He Yu had already washed up: “It’s still early, you can sleep a bit longer.”
Wen Di had received his fifty million yuan house payment and wanted to finalize the matter as soon as possible. She murmured with sleepy eyes, “I’m going to record a show out of town next month. Try to have Assistant Kang arrange a time before the end of the month to change the deed. Half a day should be enough.”
Yan He Yu didn’t say anything. He put on his watch, closed the bedroom door, and left.
At the company, Assistant Kang had already arrived.
Yan He Yu walked past Assistant Kang’s office, lightly knocked on the open door, and instructed, “Clear my schedule for Friday afternoon this week. I’ll accompany Wen Di to change the property deed.”
Assistant Kang looked puzzled.
Yan He Yu briefly explained, “I promised her before.” He paused slightly, then added, “And I haven’t broken up with her yet. We’ll talk about it when we do break up. At most, I’ll just have to make another trip to the transaction center to remove my name.”
Assistant Kang: “...Okay, I’ll arrange it immediately.”
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On Monday of the following week, Wen Di received a call from Qu Pei, who said the company had already signed a contract with Ming Jianjun for the customized script. Ming Jianjun was busy before the New Year and would arrange a meeting with Wen Di after the New Year to tell her the details of how he and his wife met and fell in love.
Wen Di hadn’t expected that the extramarital affair scandal hadn’t affected Ming Jianjun, and he still insisted on commissioning this script. “He cheated and still wants to give his wife such a gift? What is he thinking?”
Qu Pei guessed: “Maybe his wife hasn’t found evidence of his affair.”
No one outside knew the inside story.
After discussing the customized script, Qu Pei said, “The Like a Shadow, Following production team reached out to me. They want to invite you to be a permanent guest.”
Wen Di, who had been lying on the carpet reading, sat up when she heard the name Like a Shadow, Following. She had been cloistered writing scripts lately and hadn’t paid much attention to entertainment news.
She hadn’t heard of the show and couldn’t guess its type from the name, so she asked Qu Pei, “What kind of reality show is it?”
Qu Pei said, “It’s related to travel and photography. A mobile phone manufacturer is a sponsor. Oh, and Ming Jianjun’s company is also one of the sponsors.”
The first season of Like a Shadow, Following initially selected six locations, inviting four celebrities and four photographers, divided into four groups for shooting, with small group competitions in between.
Wen Di self-mocked, “What kind of celebrity am I? Why did the production team think of inviting me?”
Qu Pei rattled off, “Because you’re popular now, because you have strong control, you know how to liven up the atmosphere, you’re the soul of the team, and netizens even call you a 360-degree flawless beauty. Photographers can take inspiring blockbusters of you. Are these reasons enough?”
Wen Di laughed, “Still flattering me?”
Qu Pei was also amused by her, “You child, you don’t know what’s good for you.” She told Wen Di that the production team originally wanted to invite her best friend Shen Tang to participate, but Shen Tang wasn’t available.
Wen Di had no other work in the next few months, and she was planning to travel and relax anyway, so she accepted this reality show. She only regretted not being able to participate with her best friend Shen Tang.
She casually asked which photographer she would be paired with and if they had worked together before.
Qu Pei temporarily couldn’t remember the photographer’s name. Her old ailment had recently recurred, and she was relying on medicine daily. She rubbed her head, thinking, “I think his surname is Qi. He’s two years younger than you, a rising star photographer, just returned from abroad. He passed through multiple rounds of rigorous selection by the production team and finally secured this spot.”
The first episode of Like a Shadow, Following was scheduled to begin filming and recording early next month.
After hanging up, Wen Di went to her walk-in closet to see if she had any suitable clothes to wear for the show. Just as she found three outfits, her phone rang—it was her mother.
“Hello, Mom.”
Wen Di turned on the speaker.
Zhao Yueling’s gentle voice came through the phone: “Di Di, Mom will be downstairs soon.”
Wen Di threw the clothes in her hand onto the sofa and quickly picked up her phone: “Mom, why didn’t you say so earlier? I would have gone to the airport to pick you up.”
“No need, the company’s office arranged a special car for airport pickup.” Zhao Yueling was a capable and strong businesswoman, but always gentle in front of her daughter: “Mom won’t talk to you anymore, let’s chat when we meet.”
Wen Di quickly found a long dress from her closet, changing out of her sexy nightgown.
As soon as she changed, the doorbell rang. Before she could rush out, Aunt Cui had already opened the door.
Zhao Yueling handed the items in her hand to Aunt Cui and took off her high heels.
“Mom.” Wen Di quickly walked over and hugged her mother.
Zhao Yueling scrutinized her daughter. “You look well.” In the past, her daughter would lose a size every time she finished a script.
Wen Di smiled and said, “That’s because Aunt Cui takes good care of me.”
Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Yueling opened the handbag she brought. “Mom bought a few handbags for you and Tang Tang, to go with evening gowns. These colors aren’t available at domestic counters yet.”
Her mother was accustomed to bringing a gift for her best friend whenever she brought her a gift. Wen Di wasn’t interested in small-sized bags and planned to give them all to Shen Tang.
Zhao Yueling asked, “Is Tang Tang still filming?”
“Yes, she’s in Hengdian now and will be filming until March or April next year.” Wen Di put the handbag aside, sat cross-legged on the rug in front of the sofa, resting her hand on her mother’s knee, occasionally fiddling with it.
She asked her mother how many days she would stay in Beijing this time.
Zhao Yueling’s flight was early the day after tomorrow, so she would only stay in Beijing for two days. “Mom doesn’t have time to be with you this time. Tonight, I’m attending the wedding banquet of our class monitor’s daughter. Tomorrow, we have a class reunion.”
After graduation, everyone was busy, and many classmates hadn’t seen each other for almost thirty years.
Wen Di chatted casually, “What do elites from top universities like you talk about at reunions?”
“The same things you talk about at your gatherings, everything.” Zhao Yueling opened her bag and took out a document folder.
Wen Di was still talking about class reunions: “Thirty years without seeing each other, some classmates might not recognize each other at first glance, but you, the campus belle, don’t need to worry; your figure hasn’t changed a bit.”
“What campus belle, there was another girl in our graduating class who was also beautiful.” Zhao Yueling handed the document folder to her daughter and said, “This contains your property deed and documents that your dad asked me to bring you. See if anything is missing, and have your dad prepare it for you.”
Zhao Yueling didn’t ask much about her daughter’s relationship, nor did she press for details about adding a name to the property deed. She picked up her water glass and drank.
Wen Di chatted with her mother about family matters for a while. Half an hour later, her mother left in a hurry to attend the banquet.
She took out the property deed, flipped it open, took a picture, and sent it to Yan He Yu: “Got the deed. Can go through the procedures to add your name anytime.”
Yan He Yu was at the old Yan family residence. He hadn’t been home for nearly half a month. This evening, his mother called him and insisted he return.
He was about to reply to Wen Di when a ring box appeared before him.
Ye Minqiong looked at him: “Try it on, see if it fits.”
Yan He Yu didn’t take it, looking back at his mother, “I told you, I don’t need a ring.”
Ye Minqiong said, “You can’t not have a ring on the engagement day, can you?”
Just then, the sound of high heels echoed from the doorway. “Mom, my brother, did he agree to the engagement?” Yan He Yan interjected.
Ye Minqiong hadn’t expected her daughter to return so early today. She told her daughter, “You don’t understand him. If he didn’t tacitly agree, could I have ordered the ring?”
If Yan He Yu opposed the marriage alliance, she wouldn’t have presumed to order a ring.
Since they decided to get engaged, they couldn’t fool the Tian family. Everything Tian Qinglu should receive, she would receive. Since her son was unwilling to pick a ring, she, as a mother, had to do it herself.
Yan He Yan didn’t change her shoes. She walked past Yan He Yu, stepping on the back of his foot with her eight-centimeter stiletto heel, without looking away.
Yan He Yu frowned, “Where are your eyes?”
Yan He Yan shot him a glance: “My eyes are in my sockets, can’t you see?”
Ye Minqiong said helplessly, “You two, let me have some peace and quiet.”
“He and I are incompatible; we shouldn’t meet. Mom, you should also control him and make him stop causing trouble.” Yan He Yan pinched the men’s ring from the ring box her mother was holding. She knew Yan He Yu wouldn’t wear it, so she spun it around her finger playfully.
Ye Minqiong sternly stopped her daughter: “Put the ring down! What are you messing with?!”
Yan He Yan didn’t control the force of her spin, and with a “swoosh,” the ring flew out, precisely into the trash can.
She and her mother stared at each other.
“I didn’t mean to.” She nonchalantly returned to her bedroom.
Yan He Yu wouldn’t pick up the ring, so Ye Minqiong had no choice but to pick up the men’s ring from the trash can with gloves on, take it to the bathroom, and rinse it thoroughly under the faucet.
She put the ring back into the box and began working on her son’s mindset: “A marriage alliance isn’t as bad as you think. Qinglu already likes you. As long as you don’t mess things up, life won’t be bad.”
The driver came to remind Ye Minqiong that it was time to leave.
Ye Minqiong was so angry she almost forgot she had a schoolmate’s daughter’s wedding to attend tonight. She grabbed her coat and left.
Yan He Yu glanced at the ring box on the coffee table, didn’t take it, and got up to leave.
“Hey, where’s that little golden hoop for you? Aren’t you going to try it on?” Yan He Yan leaned over the second-floor balcony, propping her chin, gloating.
Yan He Yu didn’t bother with his sister and walked straight to the car.
Kang Bo was in the car. After Yan He Yu got in, he reported, “Mr. Yan, Miss Wen just contacted me. She thought you weren’t replying because you were in a meeting, so she asked me to arrange a time to go to the real estate transaction center and call her.”
Yan He Yu leaned back in his seat. It wasn’t until the car drove away from the Yan family residence that he told Kang Bo, “Don’t add the name anymore. Tell Wen Di that I’m busy lately and can’t find time.”
Kang Bo: “Okay.”
The boss’s decision not to add the name was probably related to the marriage alliance.
That night, Yan He Yu worked overtime until 8 PM. After leaving the company, he had his driver take him to Wen Di’s apartment.
The password had been changed back to the old one: the first four digits were Wen Di’s birthday, and the last two were his birth year.
Wen Di was in the study practicing her signature. Hearing footsteps, she looked up: “Husband.”
“Mm.” Yan He Yu put his laptop bag on the table and looked at the papers scattered across it: “What are you doing? Making such a mess.”
Wen Di said, “I haven’t signed anything for several months, so I’m out of practice. I’m practicing.” She was going to film a show next month. If she met fans and they asked for her signature, she couldn’t make a fool of herself.
Yan He Yu still had some work to finish. He took out his laptop and a notebook.
Wen Di snatched his notebook, flipped to a blank page at the back, and signed her full name in his notebook.
“Assistant Kang told me you’ve been busy lately and don’t have time to go change the deed.” Wen Di casually wrote the three characters “Mrs. Yan” in Yan He Yu’s notebook. As she wrote, she said, “Adding a name to the property deed doesn’t require your personal presence. You can authorize a lawyer to handle it. You already gave me the money; I don’t want to delay.”
Wen Di capped her pen and looked up at him: “If you want to go with me personally, that’s fine too. I can wait.”
Yan He Yu leaned over and kissed her forehead: “Go read in the bedroom. I’m working overtime.”
Wen Di hugged his neck and kissed him back.
Back in the bedroom, Wen Di received an email from Qu Pei. Attached were the relevant materials for the Like a Shadow, Following show. She downloaded them and began to read them carefully.
The photographer she was partnered with was named Qi Mingche. She searched his Weibo. He didn’t have many followers, no personal photos, and all his posts were of his work.
His photography style was one she adored; no wonder the production team had paired her with Qi Mingche.
Unconsciously, it was nine o’clock. Yan He Yu finished his work, pushed open the bedroom door, and entered.
Wen Di had just finished reading the show materials and closed her tablet, placing it on the bedside table. She leaned against the headboard on the side Yan He Yu usually slept on and extended her hand: “Husband, help me out, carry me to my side of the bed.”
Yan He Yu looked at her: “You can’t move yourself?”
Despite his words, he walked to the bed and lifted her horizontally: “From now on, play on the computer at your own bedside.”
Wen Di never followed his words: “No, your side smells good.”
Yan He Yu placed her on the pillow. Just as he was about to straighten up, his waist was entwined by two long legs. Wen Di wrapped around him, preventing him from leaving.
Yan He Yu leaned down again. He placed his hand under the back of her head, stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then kissed her. His other hand went to his collar, unbuttoning his shirt.
Wen Di almost couldn’t resist. Whether it was in the bathroom or back on the bed, he was passionate yet gentle tonight.
After the second time, she drifted off to sleep, hazy, unable to recall if she had showered.
The next morning, Wen Di woke up after Yan He Yu got out of bed. She reached out and felt beside her; no one was there.
Yan He Yu had already washed up: “It’s still early, you can sleep a bit longer.”
Wen Di had received his fifty million yuan house payment and wanted to finalize the matter as soon as possible. She murmured with sleepy eyes, “I’m going to record a show out of town next month. Try to have Assistant Kang arrange a time before the end of the month to change the deed. Half a day should be enough.”
Yan He Yu didn’t say anything. He put on his watch, closed the bedroom door, and left.
At the company, Assistant Kang had already arrived.
Yan He Yu walked past Assistant Kang’s office, lightly knocked on the open door, and instructed, “Clear my schedule for Friday afternoon this week. I’ll accompany Wen Di to change the property deed.”
Assistant Kang looked puzzled.
Yan He Yu briefly explained, “I promised her before.” He paused slightly, then added, “And I haven’t broken up with her yet. We’ll talk about it when we do break up. At most, I’ll just have to make another trip to the transaction center to remove my name.”
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