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Nyoi-Bo Studio
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Nyoi-Bo Studio
I honestly admire you for that. How do you even do that? I wouldn’t be able to stand it if I couldn’t see him in just a week, and I’m not a clingy girlfriend. The point is, you’ll feel insecure, said Luosang.
You’re right. I have lots of thoughts too. Sometimes, when I feel hopeless and helpless, I want to give up, but I can’t bear to. Yan Su smiled bitterly and said,
You have no idea. We were classmates in junior high. We’ve been through so much. We broke up a few times, but over and over again, we fell in love again with each other. After high school, we were separated. He went to Korea to pursue his dream. I didn’t even know how I got through the first year after he left. I missed him all day.
Luosang sighed. Love always made people suffer.
Did I ever tell you that Jingdezhen is my hometown? asked Yan Su in a deep voice.
My grandfather and my father are both successors of the ceramic arts passed down from the Han Dynasty and Tang Dynasty. My mother is a famous landscape painting artist. My family owns a huge ceramic factory. My parents want me to take over the family business, but I let them down. After graduating from high school, I applied to Ximei College of Communication without letting them know. They were so angry. My parents said that if I insisted on being a singer, they’d disown me.
Is it worth it? Luosang was surprised to find that Yan Su was actually from an artistic family.
You insisted on being with Yi Jingxi; was it worth then? Yan Su threw a question back at her.
Luosang felt into a silence. Back then, she believed that she had to be with him, no matter what had happened. Her families tried to persuade her to give up, but failed. She loved him, and she wouldn’t listen to anyone else.
Luosang wanted to tell Yan Su that she really regretted it. However, she understood that the people in love would always stubbornly insist.
Alright, there are no more secrets between us now. Yan Su stood up and said,
Don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want anyone to know.
Sure, Luosang nodded.
…
After leaving the community, Nian Junting found that the Maserati had gone.
Lu Kang parked the car by the roadside, opened the door for him, and said,
Mr. Nian, Yi Jingxi has left.
Yes. Nian Junting nodded and said,
Send some people here, and tell them to keep an eye in this area. Yi Jingxi doesn’t dare go against me in public, but we should stay careful.
I get it. Lu Kang bent slightly, saying,
About Zhong Yi, I found the picture of her and Mr. Lin in the Gu Feng club. Yi Jingxi pulled some strings to keep those pictures secret. However, even though he has dealt with those reporters and stopped this from becoming one of the most searched hashtags, we still have reliable friends from the police station. The surveillance video is still there.
Contact reporters—release it immediately. Let people know that I did it. I doubt anyone would dare try making it disappear from the most searched hashtag list then, said Nian Junting coldly.
I didn’t pay enough attention earlier. If I knew that Luosang was in the club with Zhong Yi, I wouldn’t let Yi Jingxi blackout the news.
My fault. Back then, I thought that we only need to take care of Mr. Lin and Gu Feng club, said Lu Kang guiltily.
Get me Yi Jingxi’s recent schedule. And get me a list of all the films and TV series produced by Yi Group. We can’t do anything to the ones that have passed the censorship, but for those that haven’t passed yet, defer the censorship. The ones that haven’t started filming shall not pass the censorship either, Nian Junting sneered and continued,
He wants to play a game, so let’s see who can win.
No problem, Lu Kang responded.
…
Next morning, Luosang woke up on the new bed that Nian Junting bought for her. While brushing her teeth, she checked her WeChat Moments.
‘Lonely, sleepless night…’—CEO Nian, at two o’clock in the morning.
