In the end, Chen Die’s voice was nearly hoarse by the time they finished. She apologized profusely to save her life, though she didn’t know why she needed to apologize.

Wen Liang had physically demonstrated to her that—despite approaching thirty—his stamina was unquestionable.

Afterward, she showered in a daze and fell asleep immediately, completely forgetting to check the message Xue Mu had sent later.

Chen Die originally thought this matter was over, but it wasn’t. Wen Liang, being petty, couldn’t let go of Xue Mu’s comment about “possibly just gossip news.”

He even miraculously accepted an interview invitation from a financial report.

Previously, many magazines had come with interview invitations, especially at the beginning of the year when rumors about him and Chen Die were rampant. Wen Liang had rejected them all—he didn’t like such occasions.

So accepting this time made even Zhu Qicong quite surprised.

But on second thought, the company was launching a new project next month, so perhaps this was just to build anticipation. He didn’t think much more about it.

Friday evening.

The reporter who had scheduled the interview time with Wen Liang arrived at the company punctually. The filming location was in the conference room next to the main office, with cameras already set up.

After finishing the technical manager’s report, Wen Liang went directly there.

This financial channel’s content was very professional. The few questions prepared in advance were also timely and aligned with Wen Yuan’s current development direction, showing they had done their homework.

Though Wen Liang didn’t say much when answering questions, he could clarify the issues in just a few words.

After several questions, Wen Liang’s phone, which was on the table outside the camera frame, rang.

The reporter paused the recording and handed him the phone, but caught a glimpse of his phone screen and was momentarily stunned.

Chen Die.

This was big news…

Although it was a financial magazine, it still survived in sales.

After Wen Liang hung up, the female reporter gathered her courage and asked an additional question: “CEO Wen, may I ask if that was Chen Die on your phone screen?”

She was already prepared to be refused an answer, but surprisingly, Wen Liang, who had maintained a serious face the whole time, even managed a rare smile.

“Yes,” he admitted generously.

The female reporter was taken aback and followed up: “Actually, everyone is very curious about your love life. You’re already 29, and Wen Yuan Group is becoming increasingly established. Are the rumors online about you and Miss Chen Die true?”

Wen Liang leaned back slightly: “They’re true.”

“Ah—so you’re pursuing Miss Chen Die?”

“You could say that.”

“I’ve also learned that some projects invested by Wen Yuan are related to Miss Chen Die, such as the Food City project spokesperson at the beginning of this year, and the variety show ‘One Day Three Meals’ also has Wen Yuan’s investment.”

Wen Liang replied: “Personally, of course, I would choose Chen Die, but selecting spokespersons and investment projects are comprehensive decisions made after company evaluation. It’s still because Chen Die herself is very outstanding.”

The next day, this financial magazine edited and posted this interview video on their official Weibo.

Previously, posts on their official Weibo barely reached a hundred comments, but this one quickly exceeded ten thousand likes, comments, and shares, shooting to the top of the hot search.

!!!!!????? If you live long enough, Wen Die will give us sugar too!!

Wen is so devoted, that I’m crying, I’m once again sighing about the divine love of WenDie CP!!

Waaaah, you need to be as excellent as Sister Die to possibly have such a high-quality pursuer.

Has WenDie reconciled today?

Has anyone seen CEO Wen’s phone wallpaper? It seems to be a fan-taken photo of Sister Die at the airport.

I found the original image! It’s this one!

The original image of that wallpaper is attached below.

It was indeed a photo taken by a well-known fan from the WenDie CP super topic.

So the situation strangely evolved into—

So!! CEO Wen is also a fan of our WenDie super-topic?!

Hahahahahaha xswl, I’m shipping my own CP.

CEO Wen, are you there!? Can you see me?! Keep pursuing Sister Die aaaaaah!!

Even this financial magazine adopted the traffic-star magazine routine. This issue opened pre-sales channels and sold over ten thousand copies in one hour, multiplying its sales several times over.

Chen Die only learned about this the next afternoon.

Just as she finished her scene, Zeng Liya beside her waved at her.

“What is it?” Chen Die walked over.

Zeng Liya handed her phone to Chen Die.

After looking, Chen Die: “…”

Zeng Liya bumped her shoulder: “I was just talking to Xue Mu about this a few days ago. This CEO Wen is persistent in pursuing you. Is he your ex-boyfriend?”

“Ah, yes,” Chen Die replied numbly.

Over these days of filming, Chen Die and Zeng Liya had developed a good relationship. She was still hesitating whether to tell her the truth that Wen Liang was her boyfriend.

Just as she was about to speak, Fang Ruan came over, calling her name from a distance.

Chen Die ran in small steps to Fang Ruan, as if escaping.

Fang Ruan didn’t have anything urgent to discuss with her, merely telling her about some upcoming work arrangements.

Chen Die nodded, indicating she understood. When she turned back, she saw Zeng Liya pulling Xue Mu aside, saying something.

Fang Ruan noticed too and asked with a smile: “I heard Xue Mu seems to have some feelings for you?”

“Maybe, I’m not sure,” Chen Die paused, looking at her. “Where did you hear that from?”

“Just now from your makeup artist. Even the makeup artist can tell something’s off, no wonder CEO Wen wants to assert his claim.”

“…”

The following days passed quickly.

On the day of Fu Wanmei and Chen Shuyuan’s trial, Chen Die didn’t attend. Wen Liang sent a representative. The trial wasn’t public, and Chen Die didn’t participate in this matter again until it was over.

The news of Fu Wanmei and Chen Shuyuan going to prison was quite a hot topic in high society circles for a while, with everyone discussing it behind closed doors.

Although the truth wasn’t clear, since these two were conspiring together, there was much gossip about Wen Liang, suggesting he had finally taken action against Fu Wanmei after Wen Huaiyuan’s death.

Fortunately, Wen Liang didn’t care about these rumors at all.

By the end of June, “A Xiao” officially wrapped filming.

The crew took a wrap photo together, which was posted online by A Xiao’s official Weibo.

That evening, all crew members gathered for a wrap party. Huang Sheng had reserved a hotel in advance.

During these days of filming, Huang Sheng had always been very serious. Even Chen Die was scolded a few times when she couldn’t achieve the desired feeling. But outside of work, Huang Sheng became very approachable.

A group of people gathered to chat.

“Director Huang, when will our film get a release date?” Xue Mu asked.

Huang Sheng: “It’s still being submitted. Hopefully, we can catch the Golden Week.”

Huang Sheng had always been efficient. What she “hoped” for usually came true, especially since “A Xiao” had no content that would prevent it from screening. Getting a release date should be relatively easy.

Xue Mu tapped his glass on the table edge: “Then here’s to ‘A Xiao’ successfully premiering during Golden Week with huge box office returns!!”

Everyone stood up, raising their glasses to toast, cheering for “big box office returns.”

Zeng Liya teased: “With Sister Die as our box office guarantee, let’s set a small goal of breaking 1 billion!”

Chen Die felt embarrassed by this title, waving her hands repeatedly: “No, no, no, that’s too much pressure for me.”

Huang Sheng, sitting next to Chen Die, also joked: “Your current rate of breaking 1 billion yuan at the box office for the films you star in is 100%.”

“…”

The alcohol at the wrap party had a high percentage. Chen Die had drunk several glasses quickly earlier, and now with the heat rising, she began to feel dizzy.

Chen Die pressed her palm against her face, trying to physically cool down. She lowered her head to look at a message Wen Liang had just sent her.

[Wen Liang: When will it end?]

[Chen Die: Probably another two or three hours. It’s just started.]

[Wen Liang: Okay, I’ll come pick you up after I finish overtime.]

Chen Die’s lips curved into a smile as she sent a cat emoji.

She put her phone back in her bag and told Huang Sheng she was going to the bathroom.

Huang Sheng: “By the way, Chuqing is here too. Have you contacted her?”

“Now?”

“Yes, I think it’s someone’s birthday. I forgot which room number. I ran into her when I came upstairs earlier.”

Chen Die smiled: “I’ll ask her later.”

After using the bathroom and washing her hands, Chen Die sent Ye Chuqing a message asking where she was, then stood in front of the mirror to touch up her makeup.

She’d just had a bowl of soup, and her lipstick had faded a bit. Chen Die reapplied it, fixed her outfit, and Ye Chuqing replied.

[Ye Chuqing: Help me.]

[Ye Chuqing: Room 8905.]

Chen Die was startled by this brief “Help me” but didn’t think too much about it and ran directly to Room 8905.

As soon as she entered, as Huang Sheng had mentioned, it was indeed a birthday party.

Chen Die was stunned, but Ye Chuqing had already approached with a smile, taking her arm and tilting her head to introduce her to everyone: “Look, didn’t you all want to meet Chen Die? I’ve brought her for you.”

Chen Die caught on and quickly put on a graceful smile, waving to greet everyone.

Many of those present had met Chen Die once at a fashion exhibition she’d attended with Ye Chuqing before. They were all rich kids.

“Darling!” A woman wearing a diamond birthday crown walked over smiling, reaching out to Chen Die with an intimate expression. “I’m so honored that you could come to my birthday party.”

It was Chen Die’s first time being called “darling” by a stranger. Her smile froze for a moment before she quickly shook hands: “Happy birthday.”

“We must all hang out together more often. Did you come specifically for my birthday celebration today, invited by Chuqing?”

Chen Die: “…”

Ye Chuqing answered for her: “No, she just wrapped up filming a movie and is attending the wrap party here. I just asked her to come over briefly.”

“What movie?”

“‘A Xiao,’ I think. I saw people talking about it wrapping up online yesterday,” another woman said with a smile. “Darling, you’re amazing, landing two leading roles right after your debut, with so many fans. Chen Shuyuan doesn’t even compare to a tenth of you.”

“How could Chen Shuyuan compare to Chen Die? I heard that Chen Shuyuan’s birth parents aren’t even surnamed Chen, but Fan. I think we should call her Fan Shuyuan from now on. How could this fake use the Chen surname?”

“Exactly, it’s fortunate that you’re so zen about it, darling. If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t let her off so easily. She hung out with us for so long—her scheming runs deep.”

“I always felt that Fan Shuyuan’s aura didn’t seem like a Chen family daughter—so vulgar. Sure enough, these things in the blood don’t disappear so easily.”

“By the way, darling, if you need anything in the future, feel free to come to us. And about your movie? Don’t worry, I’ll book out a theater on the premiere day to invite everyone to watch.”

Chen Die: “…”

A group of plastic “sisters” chatted away. Chen Die managed to deal with them and finally followed Ye Chuqing to another side.

“What’s going on?” Chen Die asked. “Why did you suddenly call me over?”

“Help me,” Ye Chuqing said.

Chen Die raised an eyebrow.

Ye Chuqing turned sideways, glancing at the other side: “These tasteless people invited my ex-boyfriend too. I’m dying of embarrassment.”

Chen Die looked over with interest. The man was sitting on a chair to the side, looking like a noble young master, but showing only his profile. She couldn’t see his full face. Just as she was about to look more carefully, Ye Chuqing directly raised her hand to turn Chen Die’s face away.

“I’m already embarrassed enough. If he notices me secretly looking at him, how can I live with myself?”

“Fine, I won’t look,” Chen Die said with a smile, turning away. “He’s just an ex-boyfriend, why are you so afraid of him?”

“This shows you’ve never had an ex-boyfriend,” Ye Chuqing said disdainfully. “After a breakup, whoever is more miserable is more embarrassed, okay?”

Chen Die glanced at her, with her exquisite makeup, good figure, successful career, and happy family, and asked curiously: “How are you miserable?”

“I’m single.”

“…”

“That guy seems to be getting engaged soon. Just now those dogs were deliberately steering the conversation toward my single status,” Ye Chuqing rolled her eyes. “It was intentional. I’m so angry.”

Chen Die was about to speak when the birthday girl personally brought her a glass of wine.

Chen Die thanked her, clinked glasses, and took a sip. After the person left, she continued, “Did anything happen between you and Chen Shao after that blind date meal last time?”

“What do you expect to happen?” Ye Chuqing smiled indifferently. “What, do you want to become even closer relatives with me?”

Chen Die: “…So what are you planning to do now? I need to go back soon.”

“Do you know any young idols in the entertainment industry? The handsome and young type?”

“As an industry chairperson, shouldn’t you know far more young idols than I do? If you post once on your moments, the floor below would be filled with them lining up.”

Ye Chuqing: “…”

Although that was true, she would need to have the courage to call someone over.

As the two were chatting, there was suddenly more commotion at the door. Ye Chuqing’s vision went dark, and she regretted agreeing to attend this wretched birthday party.

What’s more embarrassing than seeing an ex-boyfriend you haven’t seen for years? It’s when the ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend appears together with him.

Chen Die’s phone rang. It was Zeng Liya urging her to come back quickly.

Ye Chuqing looked desperate: “If you leave now, I’ll die of embarrassment.”

“…”

Chen Die opened her moments and coincidentally saw Chen Shao as the first post, with his location at the building next door.

She commented: Are you here?

Chen Shao:?

Chen Die imitated Ye Chuqing’s tone from earlier when she had tricked her into coming over.

Chen Die: Help me.

Chen Die: Golden Qi Building, Room 8905.

Chen Die waved her phone at Ye Chuqing: “All done. I’ve found someone to rescue you later. He’s a bit older, but I think he shouldn’t be uglier than your ex-boyfriend. He can win.”

Ye Chuqing: “…You’re dead.”

Chen Die stayed with Ye Chuqing a bit longer before leaving. As she went out, she ran into Chen Shao who had just taken the elevator up.

Chen Shao frowned deeply, walking up to her: “What are you up to now?”

“…?”

Chen Die briefly explained what had happened, patted Chen Shao’s shoulder, and without waiting for his response, left directly.

At the wrap party, everyone had almost finished eating and was moving on to the next activity. The games were in full swing when Chen Die walked in and was immediately called out.

“Our crew’s lucky cat! Stop right there!!” The assistant director pointed at her.

Chen Die: “?”

Since when did she have this nickname…?

Chen Die stood in place.

The assistant director had drunk too much. He picked up a bottle of red wine, poured a glass for Chen Die, and staggered over with it: “You were so unfair earlier, we’ve had several rounds of drinks and you weren’t here.”

“I went to the bathroom and met a friend, so we chatted for a bit.” Chen Die smiled and very promptly accepted the wine and drank it.

Chen Die joined the game everyone was playing.

It didn’t require thinking, just luck—whoever the bottle pointed to after spinning had to drink.

It was too simple and crude, no wonder the assistant director was already drunk after she’d been gone for such a short time.

Although Chen Die might win games that required skill, she generally had bad luck with games based purely on chance. Before long, she had already downed several glasses.

Earlier at the birthday party, she had drunk champagne, and now she had several glasses of red wine. The two types of alcohol mixed quickly went to her head.

When the bottle mouth pointed at Chen Die again, after drinking another glass, she raised a white flag: “I can’t anymore. You guys keep playing.”

Several people tried to persuade her, but Chen Die was resolute and refused to drink anymore.

Back in college, Chen Die often had drinking occasions with friends. If they were all drinking together, she knew how to control her intake. When she felt dizzy, she wouldn’t drink anymore.

However, today’s champagne and red wine both went down like juice, without any burn. She didn’t feel it while drinking, but now that she had calmed down, she felt the alcohol gradually taking effect.

The two types of alcohol seemed to be having a chemical reaction in her body.

Chen Die took another towel from the disinfection cabinet nearby and pressed it against her face to physically cool down.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help much. Even her throat was slowly getting hot.

She sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand, watching everyone play in a daze. After she withdrew from the game, the god of misfortune descended upon Xue Mu’s head, landing on him for three consecutive rounds to drink.

Xue Mu, being young and proud, refused to believe his luck could be so bad. He drank three glasses in a row, his neck flushing red, but he still wanted to continue.

This led to Wen Liang, who had finished overtime and came to pick up Chen Die, arriving at the Golden Qi Building and getting no response to his messages. He had to go upstairs to find her. Pushing open the door, he saw two drunkards with their arms around each other’s shoulders, talking about something.

The two drunkards were none other than Chen Die and Xue Mu.

Wen Liang’s face instantly became less pleasant.

Others turned their heads at the sound and saw Wen Liang standing at the door. The entire banquet hall fell silent, except for… the two drunkards who were still very seriously discussing academic topics.

Chen Die slapped Xue Mu’s shoulder and said earnestly: “Little brother!”

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes.

He told her not to come up with any “brother” nonsense, but now she had done the opposite and came up with a “little brother.”

Chen Die hadn’t noticed that Wen Liang had arrived, and others didn’t know how to react to the scene.

Her face was flushed, one hand still resting straight on Xue Mu’s shoulder, her back bent down, looking like she was sharing a secret with a brother.

“You’re only 19!” Chen Die said.

Xue Mu was also slurring his words from drinking too much, correcting her with a curse: “I’m f***ing 20 already!”

“So what? I’m still three years older than you. I’m not interested in guys younger than me.”

Everyone: “…”

If they had known Wen Liang would come, they definitely wouldn’t have let Xue Mu play “Truth or Dare.”

He had drunk too much and directly confessed to Chen Die with slurred speech. Confessing in front of so many people in the entertainment industry was too rare.

And now it had developed into the current state of the two drunkards.

Xue Mu: “That’s prejudice. I’m just young, but my mental age is very mature!”

Chen Die laughed very ungraciously: “Your mental age isn’t even 20 yet.”

Xue Mu: “Anyway, I just like you.”

Chen Die asked curiously: “What do you like about me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Xue Mu said honestly.

Wen Liang had heard enough. He reached out, grabbed Chen Die by the back of her collar, and pulled her up from the chair.

Chen Die stood up with the force, turned her head, and her unclear vision met Wen Liang’s face. She thought she was hallucinating from drinking too much.

She blinked, then blinked again.

Xue Mu still had his head down. Not hearing Chen Die’s response, he thought his reason wasn’t good enough and continued: “Hmm… your personality is also very good, and you’re very dedicated to your work.”

As Xue Mu spoke, he raised his head to look straight ahead.

…Huh?

Where did she go?

He looked up further and unexpectedly saw Wen Liang.

Wen Liang didn’t look at him, his gaze fixed on Chen Die’s face.

Chen Die had been staring at him for who knows how long before confirming that the person in front of her was indeed Wen Liang, not a hallucination.

She was dizzy and temporarily forgot where she was. She raised her arms to circle Wen Liang’s neck, actively throwing herself into his embrace, and said softly: “When did you get here?”

Wen Liang’s brow furrowed slightly, his face stern: “Why did you drink so much again?”

Chen Die was now very skilled at coaxing Wen Liang. She tilted her head and kissed his face.

Because she was drunk, she was very uninhibited, making a loud “mua” sound.

It was quite loud.

Everyone present, except for Huang Sheng who knew the inside story, was stunned.

What the hell is going on??

Did you two just kiss?? Did you?!!!???

How does the supposed victim of a tragic love affair now get someone throwing themselves into his arms???

So am I eating dog food right now???

Everyone looked at each other in shock, then collectively turned sympathetic gazes toward Xue Mu.

Could anyone be more miserable than Xue Mu?