"Second Young Master of the Leng Family."
The words that Fan Ming uttered caused Ji Wei’s body to tremble slightly.
He just found out today who the investor was because Leng Yan previously didn’t allow Wu Weitong to make it public. It was also because of this that he persuaded Ji Wei to go to Qingcheng.
"What’s wrong, are you cold?" Fan Ming asked with concern, "It’s been rainy these days, and you’re wearing too little. I think we should head back first; staying up late won’t do you any good."
Ji Wei nodded, "I am a bit cold. Let me think about this matter. Let the nanny car come to pick me up."
Second Young Master of the Leng Family... Leng Yan...
The boy in the spotless white clothes, with that extraordinary, handsome face...
Now a business prodigy known to nearly all in the business elite, rumored to be ruthless, and to change women like he changes socks...
Leng Yan, the identity she remembers most clearly of him, is that of her first love...
That poor yet determined, gentle, and graceful young boy.
The entire night, Ji Wei’s dreams were entangled with his silhouette, and each time she woke up, she would light a Taiwan-made 520, holding the heart-shaped hollow filter in her mouth, seeking the flavor of love in the tobacco.
Knowing clearly that the heart-shaped hollow in the filter considerably weakens its filtering function, yet she was fond of it, stubbornly believing that it contained the taste of love.
The initial heart-thumping encounter in their youth, to later turning away and leaving. His somewhat awkward kisses seemed to still linger on her lips, and when she looked in the mirror in the morning after waking up, Ji Wei subconsciously reached out, her fingers freezing at her lips.
Three years, the scent here had been overlaid with that of countless men, both in and outside of the drama. Yet, she stubbornly believed this place was his, that only his scent could linger, very tender, yet capable of giving her an all-encompassing thrill.
Fan Ming’s voice came from outside the room, but as soon as he called her name, his phone rang. Glancing at the date on the calendar, she chuckled lightly, a decisive gleam in her eyes.
The time to make a decision had arrived!
Fengfei or Qingcheng, she had to choose one today.
"Ji Wei, a call came from Fengfei Company; they hope you renew your contract soon."
Fan Ming soon came over, pushed open her door, and looked at the beautiful yet tired face in the mirror, "What’s wrong, didn’t seem to sleep well. Are you considering whether to choose Qingcheng Entertainment or Fengfei Entertainment?"
Ji Wei’s thin lips parted slightly, forming a faint smile.
What else does she want to do in N City besides filming?
She knows very well herself.
She gave up her previously set plan of going to Tibet to shoot a highly influential blockbuster, not because she feared the plateau climate, but because she wanted to come back here.
At the beginning of the month, when she saw in a magazine that the Second Young Master of the Leng Family was recently married, along with a photo of Leng Yan, the shock of that moment remained vivid in her memory.
The boy who once smiled at the edge of his lips in spotless white clothes had become a significant figure in the business world, something she never expected. She only knew Leng Yan had no father since childhood, but didn’t know that his father turned out to be the supreme authority of the Leng Group.
This boy, once mutually admired, had transformed, gaining a noble status envied by many but unattainable. She knew she could no longer reach, yet didn’t want to give up again.
Returning to N City, she continuously sought opportunities to meet him, only to repeatedly back out when on the verge of seeing him.
Now, he was the one looking for her. How could she let such a perfect opportunity slip away?