On her way home, Ji Niandong deliberately bought a physical copy of "Choked Love." After dinner, she sat on the sofa in the living room, turned on the recording, and started reciting the lines.
Pronunciation is off!
The speed is too fast!
She recorded it over and over again and found that what she said sounded very different when played back.
Finally, she leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, stewing in her frustration.
Lu Beichen was in the study handling documents, but upon hearing her repeated failures, he came out, poured her a cup of tea, and handed it to her, "Have a sip to soothe your throat, take it slow, don’t rush!"
Ji Niandong took the cup and sipped it, like a deflated balloon, "I never felt reciting lines was this hard before, now it seems the more I say, the worse it sounds!"
Lu Beichen sat down beside her, wearing casual home clothes, appearing elegant and laid-back. His every move carried the unique charm of a mature man. In a gentle voice, he said, "In psychology, there’s a visual phenomenon called the ’Suspect-Thief Case,’ where if you stare at a word for too long, it starts to look less right. This is a kind of visual fatigue of the subconscious mind, and even you can’t control it. You’re in that state right now."
"What should I do? Mr. Sheng’s secretary said if I can’t record a simple little show well, even going to Mr. Sheng will just get me kicked out!" She was worried, unable to complete such a small video, such a small piece of dialogue.
Lu Beichen placed the items in her hand on the table, held her shoulders, and comforted her, "Mr. Sheng is tough but not someone who makes things difficult on purpose. Since he assigned the task, you should focus on completing it well. Right now, it’s impossible to suddenly have profound line skills, so why not take a shower and rest, refresh yourself for tomorrow’s study. It’s already almost eleven!"
He pointed to the watch on his wrist, and Ji Niandong only then realized she had spent over an hour with little progress; maybe she was indeed too anxious!
She sighed with relief, stood up, and said, "Then... I’m going to take a shower!"
He followed her, and Ji Niandong slightly turned her head to subtly observe his movements. Finally, she simply turned her head to look at him. Her small actions were entirely in his view, and Lu Beichen had a faint smile of helplessness at the corners of his mouth, "Don’t worry! I’m just here to grab clothes, I won’t force you until you’re ready."
She felt somewhat embarrassed by his words, quietly lowered her head, and went into the bathroom.
Lu Beichen took his clothes and walked out, dialed his phone, and said, "Zhu Yiming, I have a medical question I’d like to consult about!"
"Mr. Lu, could you call at a better time next time? It’s nightlife time, if you scare me, I’m the only seedling of the Zhu Family!"
Zhu Yiming’s deep, magnetic voice came from the other side, but his words were entirely unserious, "Calling me at this hour for medical questions? Is there something wrong down there? Maybe your son is actually a test-tube baby?"
Lu Beichen chuckled softly, "What would Grandma Zhu think if she knew the Zhu Family’s only seedling is off fooling around with some woman again?"
"I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!" Zhu Yiming pleaded, knowing that if Grandma Zhu found out, she’d surely drag him home to marry some puppet-like socialite.
Everyone knew Lu Beichen was a refined gentleman, always elegant in his words and actions, but he knew better than anyone that this man was full of mischief, capable of causing harm without a trace. Opposing him was asking for trouble, so he asked directly, "Quickly, what do you want to consult about? My bed’s getting cold!"
"First, get the woman out of your bed, I want to... tell you a secret!"