The nurse spoke as she brought over a bowl of water to feed Wen Tingli.

Wen Tingli smiled and said, “I’m not incapacitated, I can do it myself.”

“Miss Wen really shouldn’t move around carelessly today. Before he left, the doctor specifically instructed that you should rest properly, to avoid causing some kind of habitual—” The nurse, though used to hospital work, found it difficult to repeat the doctors’ professional terminology, and after racking her brain for a while, still couldn’t recall the word.

Wen Tingli guessed it was probably some term about how moving carelessly could worsen her injury, and suppressed a laugh as she nodded. “Alright, I’ll listen to the doctor. I won’t move.”

When Lu Shicheng pushed open the door, Wen Tingli was obediently drinking the first spoonful of water from the nurse’s spoon. Unable to speak for a moment, she could only peek at Lu Shicheng with a pair of eyes as lively and clear as water.

Anyone who saw this scene would have been amused by Wen Tingli’s adorable, affectionate expression, but Lu Shicheng couldn’t quite manage a smile. The bloodstains on Wen Tingli’s arm had already been wiped clean, but he couldn’t forget that heart-piercing scene from before.

He took the water bowl from the nurse’s hands.

【Let me.】

The nurse hurriedly withdrew, and Wen Tingli obediently opened her mouth to drink.

Lu Shicheng fed her very carefully, very meticulously, scooping only half a spoonful each time, steadily bringing it to Wen Tingli’s lips. Because he was so patient, he did it more expertly than the nurse, not spilling a single drop of water from start to finish.

As Wen Tingli drank the water, her gaze kept darting over Lu Shicheng’s face and body. Although Lu Shicheng’s expression looked no different from usual, she vaguely sensed that his mood was somewhat low, and she saw that there was quite a bit of blood on the front of his shirt.

Clearly, from when the incident happened until now, he still hadn’t had time to tend to himself.

She gently shook her head at him.

“That’s enough, I don’t want to drink anymore.”

Lu Shicheng set the bowl aside and raised his hand to touch Wen Tingli’s forehead.

“I’m not running a fever… No, I don’t want to eat fruit right now, don’t just sit there taking care of me, you should sit down and rest too.”

Lu Shicheng was silent for a moment.

【Tell me again in detail what happened at the time. What did that assailant look like, where did he pick up your trail from.】

The moment this was brought up, Wen Tingli grew quite angry. “He ran too fast, I only saw the back of his head. He was sturdy, about this tall—”

She struggled to raise her arm to gesture the man’s height, and Lu Shicheng’s eyelid twitched, instinctively pressing down her hand.

Wen Tingli looked up and saw Lu Shicheng’s expression, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Look how scared you are, I won’t move carelessly, don’t look at me like that. But what should we do, I can’t even describe what the assailant looked like now, where are we supposed to find this person?!”

Strangely, Lu Shicheng didn’t seem anxious at all. He thought for a moment and asked.

【Why did you think of going to that place today? Did you feel like anyone was following you along the way?】

“I—” Wen Tingli paused. “I was at the photography studio all morning, and I’d arranged to meet a classmate from Xiude at a small eatery on Maigen Road in the afternoon—she had some graduation keepsakes from Xiude to pass on to me. As soon as I left the theater compound I felt something wasn’t quite right, and it wasn’t just me who felt that way, even the rickshaw puller did too, but neither of us saw any suspicious person behind us. Later my classmate and I sat in the eatery for a while, and nothing unusual happened during that time either, then we left. I guess that person must have picked up my trail near the theater compound.”

Having said this, she drew her own conclusion.

“I keep thinking this person’s goal in pushing me was to sabotage my screen test tomorrow, I even suspect it was someone from inside our own company!”

This guess coincided with what Lu Shicheng had surmised.

【Afterward you went to the Cantonese trading firm across the street, and then the assailant attacked you on the second floor?】

Wen Tingli paused. She couldn’t explain why she had been so anxious to find a public telephone to make a call.

If it were only about Qiao Baoxin’s matter, there would actually be nothing she couldn’t tell Lu Shicheng. It was just that it also involved a member of the underground patriotic organization—lawyer Tong Zhaohui. This matter was of great importance, and until Li Chengying found lawyer Tong, she absolutely could not leak a word of it to anyone.

“I felt uneasy, so I ran across the street to call you. The manager at your bank said you weren’t there, so I was about to go downstairs, and right after that, that person ran up behind me and attacked me.”

Lu Shicheng gazed at her quietly.

Wen Tingli vaguely felt her throat go dry, suspecting he could hear her racing heartbeat.

Fortunately, Lu Shicheng didn’t say anything in the end, only touched her head with great trust.

【Alright, I understand.】

Wen Tingli secretly let out a breath of relief, and once her heart settled, she found she couldn’t lie still any longer. She looked at him happily. “You still haven’t told me, how did you manage to come so quickly, did you fly here?”

Lu Shicheng finally smiled. Every time he smiled, it was as if starlight suddenly appeared in his eyes, so handsome that one couldn’t look away.

【This afternoon I happened to have some business at this hospital. As soon as Kuang Zhilin called me, I rushed over.】

Wen Tingli stared blankly at him, so that’s why he was so shaken with delayed fear.

If he hadn’t happened to be nearby today, wouldn’t she have—

She felt immensely fortunate, and gently hooked her finger around Lu Shicheng’s little finger.

Probably knowing that such a small motion wouldn’t affect the injury on her other side, this time Lu Shicheng didn’t press her hand back under the blanket, but instead lowered his head and kissed her fingertip.

The hospital room was very quiet, the autumn sun reaching in through the window, shining directly on Lu Shicheng beside the bed. He sat there as if sitting within a layer of golden gauze curtains. She felt too shy to keep staring at him, so she simply turned her gaze to the ceiling, and she didn’t know how much time had passed before she secretly glanced at him again, only to see his closed eyelashes trembling slightly.

His mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

He was vexed with himself, blaming himself.

She asked him softly, “Were you at the hospital all afternoon? Are you not feeling well?”

Lu Shicheng calmly pointed at his own throat.

“Your throat is uncomfortable?” Wen Tingli was a little confused, then suddenly opened her eyes wide. “You mean, you’re being treated for your muteness?”

Lu Shicheng broke into a smile and nodded, then suddenly heard the attendant outside the door knocking: “Young Master Cheng, Mr. Kuang is here.”

Kuang Zhilin brought a huge pile of tonics and fruit, and upon entering, examined Wen Tingli’s complexion with concern. “How is it, is the injury serious? This villain is truly hateful beyond words! Miss Wen, please rest assured, the assailant absolutely won’t get away.”

Kuang Zhilin had always known how to handle people well, something Wen Tingli had long understood. No matter the occasion, whatever he said or did always made people feel utterly at ease. She smiled at him gratefully. “I really feel bad, making Mr. Kuang worry too.”

Kuang Zhilin exchanged pleasantries by the bedside for a while, then smiled and said to Lu Shicheng, “There are two important matters to report to you.”

Lu Shicheng glanced at Wen Tingli, and Wen Tingli quickly said, “I’m fine.”

Lu Shicheng called the nurse back, and stood by attentively observing how the nurse cared for Wen Tingli. Only after confirming the nurse was reasonably meticulous did he leave with peace of mind.

The two of them, one after the other, entered a VIP reception room at the end of the corridor, and Kuang Zhilin closed the door.

“That person submitted an article to the newspaper again, and our people intercepted it in time. This time the recipients were the tabloids that mainly cover entertainment news, Film Review and Cinema Flower. The manuscript was freshly written today, still hot off the press.”

【Every profession has its tricks, every demon has its ways! Recently, in order to secure the female lead role in Southern Beauty, socialite Miss Wen Tingli has pulled another new stunt—the day before yesterday she was busy inviting a certain wealthy young master to the movies, and today she dressed herself up gorgeously to visit another wealthy gentleman. Truly one might say she “plays both sides with ease” and “keeps a foot in several boats without capsizing any of them.” Miss Wen understands the rules of the game in the world of fame and fortune so well, it seems the female lead of Southern Beauty is already hers for the taking—given the scale of this film’s production, Miss Wen’s rise to fame across Shanghai is only a matter of time.】

As with last time, the article was accompanied by quite a few photographs.

The first was taken outside the Carlton Cinema, showing Wen Tingli about to get into a car. The camera had carefully captured only Lu Shicheng’s profile, but anyone could see that Wen Tingli was with a well-dressed young gentleman from a wealthy family.

The later photographs were taken outside a large mansion gate, showing Wen Tingli smiling as she followed a servant through the gate, the camera tracking her the whole way until her figure disappeared into the main house.

Lu Shicheng only skimmed through the first batch of photos.

When he flipped to the second batch, his gaze lingered for a long while.

“These were just developed this afternoon, I already had someone check—” Kuang Zhilin hesitated a moment, but finally said it, “that’s Meng Qiguang’s residence.”

【So what?】Lu Shicheng tossed the photos onto the coffee table without any concern.

“I’m laughing at how crude this person’s methods are, actually using such a low-grade trick to smear Miss Wen’s reputation. Miss Wen is determined to catch the culprit, so she must have already told Young Master Cheng everywhere she went today.”

As he said this, Kuang Zhilin didn’t forget to watch Lu Shicheng’s expression, and seeing that Lu Shicheng showed no intention of responding, he could only change the subject.

“According to the people at the Cantonese trading firm, that burly man really did go up to the second floor shortly after Miss Wen went upstairs. Because he was decently dressed, the shop staff didn’t pay him much mind. After Miss Wen went upstairs, she was on the phone at the end of the corridor the whole time. The first call lasted about a minute or so, but the second call was hung up after barely a few words—”

Lu Shicheng’s gaze lifted.

【She made two calls in total?】

Kuang Zhilin, not understanding the significance, nodded. “That’s what the shop clerk said. And then after that, they heard Miss Wen come tumbling down the stairs. Zhou Wei and the others just reported back that they’ve already found some leads—at the latest, they’ll catch the man by tomorrow.”

【Forget tomorrow. I want to see the assailant himself tonight.】

Lu Shicheng wrote a name on a notepad and handed it to Kuang Zhilin.

“So it really is him?! Good, I’ll have people move on this right away.”

Kuang Zhilin walked briskly to the desk to make a phone call, and when he returned, he found Lu Shicheng still staring at the photos on the table in a daze.

Lu Shicheng’s eyes were very deep, very still—no telling what he was thinking.

Kuang Zhilin paced anxiously beside him for a couple of steps, unable to hold back the doubt in his heart.

“Forgive my bluntness, but I truly can’t understand why Miss Wen absolutely had to make that call on that particular street—there are lively foreign trading houses and department stores just two streets further on. Moreover, according to the clerk at the Cantonese trading firm, that wasn’t a public telephone open to outsiders at all, but an internal line they use for checking inventory. When Miss Wen asked to borrow their phone, she claimed she ‘had something very urgent,’ and it was only because the clerk saw how anxious she looked that he agreed to let her use it.”

Lu Shicheng glanced coolly at Kuang Zhilin.

【What are you trying to say?】

Kuang Zhilin gave a bitter smile. “I merely suspect that Miss Wen’s phone call is somehow connected to the assailant’s motive for attacking her, which is why I asked around more at the shop. Judging by the timing of the calls, Miss Wen’s second call was made to Young Master Cheng’s office, but the first call is quite mysterious—it was to a public number near Jing’an Temple. I suspect that call is the real reason Miss Wen was so anxious to borrow a phone. Besides that, there’s another thing I can’t understand—had Miss Wen had any prior dealings with Meng Qiguang? Why did Miss Wen specifically take leave this afternoon to visit the Meng mansion?”

Deng Tianxing leaned back against the sofa, blowing a smoke ring smugly up at the ceiling.

His shoulder was suddenly tapped from behind.

“Didn’t you say you had good news to tell me?”

Luo Shuhong spoke as she sat down on the sofa across from him, wearing a red suit just bought from Schiaparelli’s in Paris, looking as gorgeous as a peony from head to toe.

Deng Tianxing looked Luo Shuhong up and down with his long, narrow phoenix eyes, a lazy smile rising at the corner of his mouth. “Shuhong, you’re gorgeous.”

Luo Shuhong clearly wasn’t buying it. “Weren’t you supposed to go back to the studio tonight to film? Why did you ask me out at this hour? Go on, spit it out, what’s the matter?”

Deng Tianxing unhurriedly handed something over to Luo Shuhong.

“Hurry up and look this over, try to get into character as soon as possible.”

“The script for Southern Beauty?” Luo Shuhong exclaimed in surprise. “Why show this to me? Hasn’t the cast for this film already been decided?”

“Who said it’s decided?” Deng Tianxing smiled mysteriously. “Haven’t you noticed Director Huang’s been arguing with those company elders lately? Over the past two years, Director Huang has insisted on doing films her own way, and she’s already lost money on several in a row. By the time it came around to preparing Southern Beauty, the company’s books had no liquid capital left. Luckily they managed to pull in a few bosses from Feidi’er Film Company to invest, otherwise this film wouldn’t have started shooting until next year.”

“Really?!”

“Why would I lie to you.” Deng Tianxing smiled happily. “I heard this with my own ears right outside the manager’s office. You could say this Southern Beauty determines whether Golden Film Studio lives or dies going forward. Right now the company elders are of one mind: better to find a female star with an existing audience base to play the lead, so it won’t lack any drawing power at release. The producers are also firmly against finding some unknown newcomer to headline it. These past few days Director Huang has been arguing with them nonstop! But she’s about to give in.”

He grinned wickedly.

“But what does this have to do with me?” Luo Shuhong said dejectedly. “To be honest, when this film first started being prepared, I went and recommended myself to Director Huang, and she flatly refused. Even if Wen Tingli doesn’t play the part, she still wouldn’t agree to let me play it.”

“What she says doesn’t count!” Deng Tianxing sneered. “Get this straight, right now it’s the producers who have the final say. Think about it, how many actresses in the company right now have both an open schedule and match the character’s temperament and age? Duan Miaoqing’s Peony Soul started filming last month, Shen Yingying just joined the crew of Mansion of Mystery, everyone else either has other films in production or can’t carry a lead role the way you can. You headlined Spring River Sorrow the year before last, and the supporting roles you’ve played since have all had excellent reception too—you’ve already built up quite a following of fans, you’re just one leading role away from truly establishing yourself. As long as Wen Tingli is replaced, you’re the undisputed choice.”

Hope kindled in Luo Shuhong’s eyes.

“But—”

“No more buts. Tomorrow morning the company is holding the screen test, several producers will all be there, come early to hear the news—there’ll definitely be an emergency development by then. Once Wen Tingli gets kicked out, just wait comfortably for the company to arrange for you to join the crew. I’ve brought you the script too, take it home and study it carefully.”

Luo Shuhong still hesitated: “…How can you be so sure Wen Tingli will definitely run into trouble? What if she performs well tomorrow?”

“Silly girl, of course I wouldn’t say this unless I had it completely covered.” Deng Tianxing’s tone was extraordinarily smug. “As it happens, it was Director Huang herself who proposed this screen test—she actually has confidence in Wen Tingli. Too bad, tomorrow the first person to slap her hard in the face will be Wen Tingli herself.”

“You didn’t use some dirty trick, did you?”

Deng Tianxing scoffed: “Get this straight, in the world of fame and fortune, what counts as a ‘clean’ trick, and what counts as ‘dirty’? In this business, there’s only ever a distinction between being famous and not being famous. You’re just too honest, that’s why you’ve been sitting on the sidelines at the company for so long. Do you think Wen Tingli got this role through any proper means? Just because she’s some newcomer who’s never even acted in a film before? You’re being far too naive. I’m just helping you take back the chance that rightfully belongs to you. Don’t worry, I take full responsibility for my own actions—I, Deng Tianxing, would never implicate you, and besides, I handled this matter very discreetly, no one could possibly suspect me. Besides, Wen Tingli is about to become a discarded pawn—who’s going to stand up for her then?”

As he spoke, he gently placed his hand on the back of Luo Shuhong’s hand.

“Shuhong, opportunities like this slip away in an instant. Who knows when there’ll be another good role like Southern Beauty again. To help you snatch back this chance, I’ve racked my brains more than you know. Of course, all of this was entirely my own choice. I love you—whatever you want, I’ll shatter myself into pieces to get it for you.”

His tone and gaze carried a kind of near-obsessive infatuation. Even the hardest-hearted person would soften for a moment faced with such a display. Although Luo Shuhong quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushed red all over. She hurriedly covered it by drinking her coffee, but couldn’t hide the flash of shyness and anticipation that crossed her face.

She composed herself again in an instant, stood up, picked up her handbag and the script from the table, and headed for the door.

“I’m leaving.”

The smile on Deng Tianxing’s face didn’t fade, but his expression carried a hint of disappointment.

Who would have thought Luo Shuhong would suddenly turn back to look at him. “Hey, I need to go buy something at the department store across the street, do you want to walk me over?”

Deng Tianxing immediately brightened, hurriedly standing up to follow.

Inwardly, he was secretly delighted: three months of hard pursuit, and wasn’t she about to be won over after all? Luo Shuhong lacked for nothing, except when it came to acting, where she couldn’t have things her way—Huang Yuanshan only ever chose actors based on talent, never money. Now that I’ve successfully gotten her this role, how could she not be deeply moved? A few more romantic scenes arranged next, and sooner or later she’ll be mine.

Along the way, he kept telling jokes to keep Luo Shuhong entertained, and while Luo Shuhong was laughing behind her hand, he fixed his eyes on the diamond ring on her hand—no wonder, being the precious daughter of opium tycoon Luo Kunlong, such an enormous diamond. At his current pay, who knew how many films he’d have to shoot before he could afford one like it.

If only he married her, why would he need to keep slaving away on film sets day after day going forward? Just thinking of how the director had scolded him again yesterday on set made his anger flare. He’d long since had enough of this humiliation!

Come to think of it, this scheme had indeed been rather risky, but wealth only comes from risk, as the saying goes—without enough risk, he wouldn’t have been able to win over Luo Shuhong either. At the same time, precisely because it was risky enough, no one would suspect it was him. To ensure nothing went wrong, he’d specially gone to Suzhou to find the thug, who was already on the train back to Suzhou now. Even if the Lu family had heavenly abilities, they wouldn’t be able to find out anything.

But today Wen Tingli’s behavior proved his worries had been unnecessary—he’d calculated every possible angle, but never anticipated that Wen Tingli would run off to the Meng mansion today.

A young girl running off alone to a bachelor’s home—anyone could guess with their toes what she went there to do.

After seeing those photos, of course Lu Shicheng would fall out with Wen Tingli on the spot—he wouldn’t even have the mind to help her find the culprit anymore.

No one would ever know who pushed her down the stairs.

Thinking of this, Deng Tianxing nearly laughed out loud.

That evening he dined with Luo Shuhong at Sun Ya Restaurant, seated by the glass window, from where he could just see the Lu family’s Fenghua Building standing across the way. After finishing a phone call, Deng Tianxing whistled smugly at that building glittering like stars, having already called back to his apartment to confirm—sure enough, no one suspected him. See, even the young master of the Lu family only had so many tricks up his sleeve.

That night when he returned to the set, Deng Tianxing was late again. The whole crew had been waiting for him, but he didn’t feel the least bit guilty—he was now considered one of the company’s hot young leading men, the fans were all there for him, without him this film would have no box office. At most the director would scold him a bit, what else could they do to him?

But as soon as he entered the makeup room to get his makeup done, the director pulled him aside.

“Little Deng, starting tomorrow you don’t need to come.”

Deng Tianxing rubbed his ear: “Are you joking with me?”

“I said, starting tomorrow you don’t need to come.” The director’s expression didn’t look like a joke at all. He said this with a completely blank face, then turned and walked away.

“Wait.” Deng Tianxing pulled the man back. “I was only late once, Director, you don’t need to scare me like this—I’m the male lead of Sands of Time, the film’s only half finished, and you’re telling me not to come?”

The director’s face fell. “This isn’t my decision alone. Several of the company elders all agreed. Someone put in a huge sum of money for Sands of Time, enough for us to shoot two more films with money to spare. They only put forward one condition: replace the male lead immediately. As it happens, a lot of people on the crew have long been dissatisfied with you, so the company higher-ups agreed right away. They’ve also recommended Zhu Xiaozhou from Huahong Company—the pay and box office split have already been negotiated. Zhu Xiaozhou is more famous than you, we couldn’t think of any reason to refuse.”

Deng Tianxing’s smile froze completely.

“Nonsense! Who would be so generous as to suddenly put in such a huge sum? And besides, why would this person go to all this trouble? Don’t tell me it’s just to target me?”

The director’s expression said it all: that person really was targeting him.

He patted Deng Tianxing’s shoulder. “Little Deng, I don’t know what you’ve done, but you’ve clearly offended someone ruthless this time. If you still want to stay in this industry, you’d best go apologize to them face to face as soon as possible, be sincere about it, speak humbly—maybe they’ll let you off. As for my film, forget about it.”

“Director—” Deng Tianxing was thoroughly panicked now, grabbing the director’s arm in fright. “There must be some misunderstanding here. You’re an old hand at the company, you have to help me put in a good word with Sister Huang and the others. When I first entered this industry, my debut film was directed by you—you always said I had a lot of promise.”

“Yes, you really are a talented actor, otherwise you wouldn’t have become famous after just one film. It’s a shame you never put your mind to the right things—not being dedicated on set is one thing, but you’re also up to no good outside of it. I warned you long ago, going on like this you’d run into trouble sooner or later. This time you’ve offended someone tough, and there’s nothing we can do to help—you’ll have to fend for yourself.”

Deng Tianxing watched helplessly as the director strode away, then suddenly remembering something, ran out the door with a dark expression.

Meng Mansion.

Deng Tianxing wiped his tears while resentfully recounting today’s ordeal.

“…Brother Meng, this time you absolutely have to stand up for me. When I first joined Golden Film Studio, it was you who recommended me. They clearly know I’m a distant relative of the Meng family, doing this is a blatant disregard for you and the Meng family!”

Meng Qiguang tapped the ash off his cigar. “So you yourself don’t even know who’s targeting you?”

“I have a guess—this is very likely orchestrated by the Lu family.” Deng Tianxing’s tone wasn’t very certain, and after saying this, he scratched his head sheepishly. “Actually, come to think of it, this matter is connected to you too, Brother Meng. A few months ago one night, I was passing by a certain lane in Fengyun Li, and I saw you and Miss Wen chatting by the roadside.”

Meng Qiguang’s smile stiffened slightly.

“I just happened to stumble upon it!” Deng Tianxing said hastily. “I only remember it was already quite late, and Brother Meng, you seemed to be talking to Miss Wen the whole time. Later, when Miss Wen entered the beauty pageant, you, Brother Meng, as a shareholder of Yifeilin, went all the way to Xinxin Department Store to cheer her on. I saw this news in the paper and guessed you and Miss Wen were a couple. But not long after, I saw Miss Wen walking together with Lu Shicheng, and I felt quite indignant on your behalf. I’ve always been the outspoken type, so I couldn’t help provoking Wen Tingli a few times on set—if you’re talking about who I’ve offended, that’s about the only instance.”

Meng Qiguang gave a light sneer: “You’re saying that just because you provoked her a few times, Wen Tingli instigated Lu Shicheng to deal with you like this?”

“I’m also… not entirely sure.” Deng Tianxing’s eyes shifted evasively. “But when it comes to who I’ve recently had friction with, and who could pull off something this extravagant against me, there’s no one besides the Lu family. I never expected Wen Tingli to hold such a grudge, and I don’t know what exactly she said in front of Lu Shicheng, but the moment Lu Shicheng struck, he struck this hard.”

A faint, unfathomable smile crossed Meng Qiguang’s face.

“Brother Meng, I—I really only targeted Wen Tingli because I was so angry. I’ve always regarded you as my benefactor, and I couldn’t stand seeing a woman play you for a fool. It’s only my own youthful rashness to blame for doing something so foolish—I’ll never be so reckless again from now on. With Lu Shicheng pulling a move like this, I’m essentially blacklisted from the entire industry. Brother Meng, you must think of some way to help me, whatever it takes.”

“Today Wen Tingli was ambushed on the street—was that your doing too?” Meng Qiguang suddenly said.

Deng Tianxing looked as if he’d been struck square in the face, instantly falling silent.

But he quickly put on a blank expression.

“She was ambushed? I had no idea at all. Brother Meng, think about it—I have no feud with her, no conflict of interest with her either, what benefit would there be in ambushing her? You’re so close with Young Master Gao Tingxin of the Gao family, and Gao Tingxin has always been on very good terms with Lu Shicheng. As long as you’re willing to step in, Lu Shicheng will surely let me off.”

For a moment, Meng Qiguang merely looked at Deng Tianxing with an expressionless face. His gaze was very cold, cold as ice.

Just as Deng Tianxing was about to crumble under that gaze, Meng Qiguang suddenly smiled. “Fine, I’ll think of something for you.”

He casually picked up the phone at hand.

It took a full half hour before the other end responded.

“Qiguang, I asked around, there’s absolutely nothing to be done. Everyone’s heard the Lu family is going after someone, and no one dares step forward to play peacemaker. Everyone knows Lu Shicheng always has his own principles when handling matters, and never troubles people casually. I finally managed to reach Mr. Kuang beside Lu Shicheng, and only then learned that Miss Wen was sent to the hospital this afternoon due to injury, and Lu Shicheng is still at her bedside right now, not budging an inch. If this matter is connected to that fellow surnamed Deng, Lu Shicheng absolutely will not let him off this time. Qiguang, I advise you not to get involved either—be careful not to bring the fire onto yourself.”

Meng Qiguang deliberately held the receiver up high so Deng Tianxing could hear clearly himself. After hearing what Gao Tingxin had to say, Deng Tianxing’s face had already turned ashen.

“Still won’t admit it was you?”

Deng Tianxing only wiped his sweat.

Meng Qiguang sneered coldly: “Since you already know I, Meng Qiguang, don’t like being made a fool of, why don’t you get lost now?!”