Sheng Tang asked Cheng Lichuan to go back first.
Cheng Lichuan thought they might need some time alone, so he agreed.
As he was leaving, he promised Gu Jiahui, "I’ll come back at night and sleep here."
"I’m not that old," Gu Jiahui muttered, but didn’t object.
Cheng Lichuan then asked Sheng Tang to see him off.
Sheng Tang waited for the elevator with him.
"Tangtang, spend more time with him. When you’re by his side, his mood gets a lot better," Cheng Lichuan said. "You might not have noticed, but he really cares about you.
I’m not sure what’s going on with him, but he always puts on a front in front of you."
Sheng Tang nodded, "I will."
"And also, don’t spoil him," Cheng Lichuan added. "My teacher always says: a young tree that isn’t pruned won’t grow straight.
Jiahui needs some discipline. Be stricter with him. If he dares to flirt with any women while he’s here, just give him a good beating! Trust me on this!"
Sheng Tang couldn’t stop laughing.
Family is family after all.
"Alright, I’ll give him a good beating next time," Sheng Tang said.
Cheng Lichuan nodded in approval.
The elevator arrived, but he didn’t let Sheng Tang go down with him. He told her to go back to Gu Jiahui’s room.
Gu Jiahui asked her, "Why are you so happy?"
Sheng Tang then told him everything Cheng Lichuan had said.
Gu Jiahui twitched at the corner of his eye.
When the two of them were together, they rarely ran out of things to talk about.
In the afternoon, Sheng Tang brought up the movie promotions. Gu Jiahui had a lot of opinions on it and shared plenty of experiences, both successes and failures.
"Making movies isn’t easy," Gu Jiahui said. "If you’re really interested, I can set up a company for you. It can be a subsidiary under our company, specifically responsible for movie production."
A movie production company handles everything from pre-production, filming, editing, to late-stage promotions and release.
Each step is easy to make mistakes in. If anything goes wrong, even a good movie can flop.
Sheng Tang shook her head, "Making movies isn’t that simple."
"We can take it step by step," Gu Jiahui said. "Start with the filming. Once the film is done, sell it to a big distribution company and wait to share the profits."
"I’m not a director, and I have no production skills," Sheng Tang said. "It’s too early to talk about this. If you want to start a production company, you should do it yourself. Why suddenly ask me to handle it?"
"We’re together, and I haven’t given you a mansion or a fancy car, nor have I given you jewelry. If we break up in the future, what will you get?
So, I’m thinking when the time is right, I’ll give you a company under Guanghong Media. If we break up, I’ll give you the shares I hold. That way, it’s yours," Gu Jiahui said.
Sheng Tang: "..."
She couldn’t help but laugh.
In her eyes, Gu Jiahui had already given her a lot.
If it weren’t for his five-million investment, Sheng Tang wouldn’t have had "The Road to the Heights."
Without this film, her acting skills wouldn’t have been recognized, let alone being invited by Zheng Weiwei.
He had laid the foundation for her career.
"You really are a romantic," she teased him, then changed the subject, "Want some apple?"
"No, I don’t want any."
"I want some, I’ll share half with you," Sheng Tang said as she got up to peel an apple.
Gu Jiahui wasn’t fond of apples.
However, today, the apple was particularly sweet and crisp. He ate half, still wanting more.
He had already made up his mind to set up a movie production subsidiary for Sheng Tang.
This way, Sheng Tang’s income from films would go through the subsidiary, which would mean less share for Guanghong Media and also some legal tax savings.
If she had a few more good movies, it could save them a lot of money each year.