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Unexpectedly, the first thing Kuang Zhilin said was: "Ms. Wen, today Kuang is here to handle the transfer of box office profits from the movie "Sands of Time" with you."

Wen Tingli didn't react at first, but she accepted it calmly after hearing it. The money had been returned to Lu Shicheng, which meant that it was she who paid for the company's renovation of the studio, so the dividends should naturally belong to her.

She happily signed her name on the acceptance document, but she was still a little disappointed deep down because Kuang Zhilin never mentioned any cooperation in the "Xi Li Pear Juice" advertisement from beginning to end.

In the evening, she went to the Paramount to attend a charity performance for disaster relief, and happened to meet Yu Peiling and Chen Maoqing backstage.

Yu Peiling wore a shining silver crown on her head and a dress inlaid with white feathers. From a distance, she looked like a moving silver ball. When she saw Wen Tingli, Yu Peiling maintained her usual demeanor: a hint of innocence in her arrogance, and a bit of contempt in her enthusiasm.

Like a queen receiving a distinguished guest, she held Wen Tingli's hand with her fingertips and whispered a few words. Then, she maintained her usual charming smile and went on stage surrounded by the crowd.

Chen Maoqing stayed backstage to arrange Yu Peiling's costume designer and makeup artist. When he saw Wen Tingli, he smiled and greeted her, "Hey, isn't this Miss Wen Tingli?"

Wen Tingli chuckled lazily.

Chen Maoqing sat down on the sofa beside him with his legs crossed, and asked earnestly, "Which one is Miss Wen going to appear? Seventh? Why is she so last?"

He looked around at the people around him in a pretentious manner, "You must have made a mistake. According to Miss Wen's recent momentum, she should be ranked first."

However, Wen Tingli was invulnerable. No matter how he provoked her, her emotions remained unaffected. At this time, someone came over and said, "Congratulations, Manager Chen. I heard that Miss Yu signed a big advertising contract?"

Chen Maoqing waved his hand: "Pei Ling originally wanted to take advantage of the New Year to rest, but she couldn't resist the repeated visits. She just said that she recognized Miss Yu's influence and would not consider anyone else. There is nothing she can do. Miss Yu's audience numbers and reputation are completely incomparable to some newly popular newcomers."

Wen Tingli put down her makeup brush with a "pop".

Everyone was stunned, but a gleam of satisfaction flashed in Chen Maoqing's eyes.

Wen Tingli's face was filled with smile again: "I'm sorry, I'm a little thirsty."

Someone was busy making tea for Wen Tingli. It was already past nine o'clock after the performance, and the company sent a car to take Wen Tingli home as usual.

When passing by Lijing Hotel, Wen Tingli looked at the glittering and colorful mansion through the window and suddenly said to the driver: "Old Huang, please stop by the roadside."

As he spoke, he took out the wig he had used on Qiao Baoxin last time from his bag and bent down to put it on himself again.

Ever since the release of "Beauty of the South", she felt extremely constrained when going out, and since then she has often carried some disguise tools with her.

When she got off the bus, she had become a different person, with a shaggy hair, a pair of square-framed tortoise-shell glasses on her nose, and a casual gray coat.

She stood beside the car and said to Lao Huang: "You drive the car directly back to my house as usual, and I will call a rickshaw to go back later."

Then she crossed the street and walked towards the hotel. As expected, the concierge stopped her and asked, "Madam, who are you looking for?"

"I'm here to look for the guest from Room 905." Wen Tingli handed over Huang Yuanshan's business card.

After entering, she said loudly to the servant in the elevator: "Please go to the ninth floor, thank you."

When she reached the ninth floor, she deliberately walked straight to the end of the corridor under the watchful eyes of the servant. However, she did not stop in front of the door of a guest room. Instead, she pushed open the security door and quietly continued to go down the stairs to the eighth floor.

The eighth floor was quieter than other floors, and the distances between room doors were greater. I searched room by room according to the room numbers, and finally stopped in front of room 805.

After making sure that there was no one behind her, Wen Tingli took off her hood and glasses and gently knocked on the door.

Soon, there were slight footsteps in the room, and someone asked, "Who?"

"Me." She said outside.

The room suddenly became quiet. This time, they had to wait a little longer. Just when Wen Tingli thought that the other party would not open the door, the door opened, and it was Lu Shicheng.

He looked at her. There was a hint of surprise on his usually calm face.

Wen Tingli turned her head and looked at him, then said to him nervously, "Let me in quickly."

Lu Shicheng looked at her strangely, then looked vigilantly at the quiet corridor behind her.

Wen Tingli stamped her feet anxiously: "Hurry up."

Lu Shicheng hesitated for a moment, but still took a step back and invited her in.

Wen Tingli dodged past him and entered the room.

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This is a fairly spacious suite with a reception room outside.

There is a desk, coffee table, sofa and everything else you need. There is a green-shaded desk lamp on the table, and some spread-out documents under the lamp. It seems that Lu Shicheng has been processing documents at the desk.

Wen Tingli stood in the middle of the house and looked around curiously.

Lu Shicheng looked at her for a moment from behind, then walked to the table and closed a document.

"What's the matter?" He turned around and looked at her seriously.

Wen Tingli put her finger on her lips: "Shhh..."

Lu Shicheng raised his eyebrows and looked upwards, and sure enough, there were some strange noises coming from above.

This hotel is known for its quietness and comfort, and this level of noise is considered loud.

Lu Shicheng frowned and picked up the phone on the table: "Go and ask what happened on the ninth floor."

Not long after, someone called back and said, "A lot of reporters came, saying something was lost. They blocked the door of room 905 with cameras in hand. After a long argument, they finally forced the tenants out of the room. They turned out to be two foreigners. The reporters insisted that the female guest was in disguise, and pulled at her hair. Unexpectedly, they pulled out a bunch of real golden hair. The two foreigners were so angry that they were shaking all over. They have just contacted the judge in the concession and are going to sue the reporters severely."

When Lu Shicheng answered the phone, Wen Tingli was standing on tiptoe and eavesdropping. When she heard this, she held her stomach and laughed silently.

Lu Shicheng put down the phone, thought for a moment, and looked at her knowingly: "Did you bring those reporters here?"

To be precise, it was Chen Maoqing who brought it here.

"Chen bribed my driver to follow me." She shrugged. "As soon as the driver saw me entering the hotel, he revealed the news to Chen Maoqing. Chen Maoqing immediately notified reporters to come and take pictures. But he didn't know that I had already suspected that there was something wrong with the driver. I just wanted to trick him on purpose."

Suddenly, she heard faint cursing coming from the street downstairs. She walked over, opened the window wider, and looked down from behind the curtains.

Then someone in the audience could be heard cursing, "Chen Maoqing! Wait and see, you'll be in for a treat!"

Wen Tingli laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. She turned her head and winked at Lu Shicheng. She still hid behind the curtain and watched the reporters leave in disgrace with great interest. She said, "The box office of Southern Beauty is surprisingly good. Chen has been framing me a lot recently. If I don't teach him a lesson, he will think I'm easy to bully!"

Lu Shicheng didn't say a word from beginning to end. When Wen Tingli returned to the table, he asked her, "How did you know I was here?"

Wen Tingli said casually, "I went to visit Principal Zou yesterday morning. Unfortunately, I was with her when she called you."

"So?" Lu Shicheng's eyes looked extremely deep under the light, "I can't think of any reason why Miss Wen came here to find me."

"Of course there is a reason. I can't stay too long, so let me make it short." Wen Tingli put her bag on his desk and took out a contract. "Last year when your company first designed Xili Pear Juice, it was agreed that I would advertise for your company. The contract has been signed. How can Mr. Lu go back on his word?!"

Lu Shicheng's eyes moved slightly and he took the contract from her.

"I heard that Mr. Lu recently specifically asked for another female star to shoot an advertisement for you? You should give an explanation for unilaterally breaking the contract. Tonight, I came to you to ask for an explanation."

Lu Shicheng stared at the signature column at the bottom. Wen Tingli pointed at the paper and said, "Look for yourself. Is this your company's official seal? Was the contract signed for a full three years?! This advertisement was originally mine. It's wrong for you to suddenly change the owner."

Suddenly, Lu Shicheng said, "This contract was signed between you and Fangda, who was in charge of Fenghua's subsidiary business at the time."

Wen Tingli was stunned.

"When I was attacked last year, I found out that Fang Da was one of the traitors. After getting rid of him, all the documents he handled became invalid. So I'm sorry, I'm afraid this contract is no longer valid."

For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.

Wen Tingli raised her eyebrows: "Very good, just pretend I was never here tonight, I'm leaving."

She turned to leave, but suddenly remembered that her bag was still on his desk, so she went back to the desk. Lu Shicheng walked straight towards her. Wen Tingli turned to look at him, but Lu Shicheng walked behind her and said, "Sorry."

Wen Tingli turned around and found that his fountain pen was pressed under her bag. She picked up her bag and
Lu Shicheng unscrewed the pen cap and signed the contract in front of her.

[Void]. "Actually, Mr. Lu, why bother?" Wen Tingli snatched the contract and tore it in half in front of him.

"Isn't this safer?"

At this time, the phone on the table rang. Lu Shicheng looked at her, but picked up the phone casually: "It's me, what's the matter?"

Wen Tingli walked towards the door without looking back, but Lu Shicheng blocked her way while answering the phone.

Wen Tingli was still angry and walked around him to continue walking out, but he grabbed her arm. Wen Tingli was surprised and looked back. He was staring at her tightly, with no intention of letting go. He motioned for her to look at the window.

Wen Tingli knew something was wrong, so she hurried back to the window and looked down. She saw a group of people coming to the opposite side of the road. Some of them were hiding under the shadows of the trees, while others were standing in front of the car, quietly as if they were waiting for someone.

Lu Shicheng had also finished his call and walked behind her, looking at the scene thoughtfully. Wen Tingli said with certainty, "Another group of reporters."

Lu Shicheng nodded, paused, and then said, "In addition to downstairs, there are also reporters in the elevator."

Wen Tingli was terrified, because this meant that no matter which floor she took the elevator from, she would run into reporters.

Should she hide in the room and not go out? They wouldn't dare to openly knock on the door. No, she had to attend the reception jointly held by the company and the Film Association tomorrow morning. If she didn't go out, it would mean breaking the appointment, offending the industry, and disappointing the fans at the venue.

If Lu Shicheng directly ordered people to expel these reporters, it would be tantamount to incriminating himself.

No wonder Yu Peiling became so popular so quickly under Chen Maoqing's hands. His dirty tricks are simply hard to guard against! Wen Tingli ran away: "I have to get out before they find me."

Lu Shicheng stopped her again: "The stairs are probably not safe anymore, go this way."

He picked up the coat on the chair and escorted Wen Tingli out the door.

There was no one in the corridor. Lu Shicheng accompanied Wen Tingli to an inconspicuous passage, took out the key from his trouser pocket, and quickly opened the door.

It turned out that this was a separate passage for VIPs. Wen Tingli followed him downstairs without saying a word. There was no other sound except the sound of footsteps. She looked at Lu Shicheng's back and recalled the night when she and he went down the spiral staircase of Lu Mansion together. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but such a short time had passed.

Just like that, he quietly walked down the stairs to the bottom, opened the door, and came directly to the side door of the hotel. In front of him stood a tall iron door with a chain hanging on it. Lu Shicheng picked up the huge padlock and took a look. If he wanted to get out, he had to climb over the iron door.

At this moment, a man who looked like an attendant ran over from the side door and said, "Master Cheng, there are no reporters here."

Wen Tingli recognized him as Zhou Wei. Lu Shicheng nodded and pointed to the iron gate in front of him: "They haven't found this exit yet, crawl out from here."

"climb?"

Lu Shicheng was the first to climb up by grabbing the iron gate. He was agile and soon reached the other side.

Wen Tingli stared at the scene in amazement. Lu Shicheng patted the dust off his hands and urged her, "Hurry up."

There were two gray marks on his cheeks, but he seemed not to notice. Wen Tingli no longer hesitated and climbed up the iron gate neatly. She had learned fighting and self-defense skills from Li Chengying and Liu Xiangzhi for so long, so she didn't care about a mere iron gate.

Lu Shicheng stared at Wen Tingli's every move, and his expression became a little complicated.

Wen Tingli was wearing high heels, which were very cumbersome. A few times, the tips of her shoes almost got caught in the doorway. She simply took them off and held them in her hands, but unexpectedly, both shoes fell off her hands at the same time.

"Be careful!" She was a little worried that her heel would hit Lu Shicheng in the face.

Lu Shicheng was quick-witted and reached out to scoop up a handful, but he only caught one. The other one happened to be embedded in a crack in the cement when it fell to the ground. He walked over and squatted on the ground to help her pry it out. It took a long time to pull that one out.

Wen Tingli stretched out her hands and feet, but the doorway was covered with iron wires. She had no shoes on, so she felt uncomfortable when she touched it. Then she heard Lu Shicheng say from below: "Just jump down. I'll catch you."

She let go of his hand without hesitation and threw herself into his arms.

Lu Shicheng stumbled slightly, but luckily he held on tightly enough.

Wen Tingli hugged his shoulders tightly and stared into his dark eyes: "I hope I didn't hurt you."

Lu Shicheng was silent for a moment, then he gently put her aside and took a step back: "Once you leave this door, they can't do anything to you. There are rickshaws at the entrance of the alley."

Wen Tingli looked at him steadily and said, "Thank you."

Knowing that there was no time to waste, she bent down, picked up the high-heeled shoes at his feet, put them on, and decisively ran to the other side.

The night wind blew towards her, blowing the long curly hair on her shoulders high.

Lu Shicheng stood there, staring at her back without blinking. She ran so fast, like an elf in the dark night, running towards an unknown direction.

What is her future and what is her faith? His Adam's apple rolled as he looked at her and thought. There seemed to be an invisible beast hiding in the darkness, ready to swallow her up at any time.

His heart was suddenly filled with fear, and he subconsciously took a step forward and blurted out: "Wen Tingli!"

Wen Tingli's heart was shaken.

From the time they met, fell in love, and then separated, Lu Shicheng rarely called her by her full name. The last time was on the set that caught fire, and this time, there was also a strange feeling.

Instantly, a complex and sentimental emotion surged into her heart. She turned back and looked at him in astonishment. Lu Shicheng seemed to realize that he had lost his composure. He lowered his head to sort out his emotions and immediately said, "It will be faster for me to drive you out. You wait here and I'll drive the car over."

After a while, he drove the car in front of her, got out and helped her open the door on this side.

Wen Tingli got into the car silently. At this moment, she had already realized something. The suppressed yet sincere emotion made her feel extremely melancholy.

When the car passed the back door of the hotel, Lu Shicheng looked ahead and coughed lightly. Wen Tingli leaned down and dodged in advance with experience, and only sat up again after the car drove far away.

While fixing her hair, she shrugged at Lu Shicheng: "I can't help it, this is what it's like to be a star."

Noticing that the black dust was still on his face, he couldn't help but chuckle and took out his handkerchief: "Your face is dirty, wipe it off."

Lu Shicheng took her handkerchief, wiped his face twice, and gave it back to her.

Wen Tingli looked out the window and said, "Let me ask you, is the female celebrity that Xili Pear Juice is looking for Miss Yu Peiling?"

Without waiting for Lu Shicheng to respond, she raised her voice slightly: "Why look for her?! Because of her reputation as the movie queen? Does Mr. Lu only know one Yu Peiling? Look at those reporters just now, don't you realize how popular I am recently?"

She reached out to the back seat with ease, and as expected, there was a stack of newspapers there. She picked up the newspapers and started flipping through them in front of him: "Look, here, here, they're all talking about me, Wen Tingli."

She put her face close to him and pointed at the tip of her nose: "Do you know how popular I am recently? The day before yesterday, I was invited to the National Products Company in South City to cut the ribbon, and tonight I went to the Paramount to participate in the star-studded charity performance. Recently, the number of companies that want to use me to shoot commercials is so high that I can't even count them with two hands!"

She talked incessantly, but Lu Shicheng just listened silently. He didn't know how long she talked. Her mouth was dry from talking. Suddenly, the car stopped by the roadside. He looked out and found that they had arrived downstairs of his house.

Lu Shicheng got out of the car and opened the door for her, and Wen Tingli got out of the car like a queen.

When she was about to say a few more words, she realized that he was still holding the newspaper in his hand. She put it back in anger, but because of her big movement, the newspaper fell all over the floor. She wanted not to pick it up, but unexpectedly found that at the bottom was not a newspaper, but a contract, which was the advertising contract of "Xi Li Pear Juice".

Wen Tingli took a closer look and found that there was only Lu Shicheng's Party A and xx Advertising Company's Party B. The name of "Yu Peiling" did not appear from beginning to end. It was planned to shoot some still life advertisements, that was all.

Lu Shicheng waited until she had finished reading, then asked, "Have you finished reading?"

The smile in Wen Tingli's heart suddenly appeared on her face. It was all because Chen Maoqing was so good at acting that even she took the fake news seriously.

She was still holding the car door, glancing at him and said, "Actually, I came to see you for another matter tonight. Yesterday, when I went to Principal Zou's house, her daughter Ah Xi said she liked my movie very much. She also told me that her movie ticket was sent by Manager Xu."

Lu Shicheng said nothing.

"I just found out that Manager Xu also likes to watch art films." She observed every subtle change on his face without blinking, "But I remember very clearly that one time when I went to Shiwu Middle School to look for Principal Zou, I ran into Manager Xu, and he didn't even know that my film had been completed.

"It can be seen that Manager Xu is not clear about my affairs, and does not care about news in the film industry. Someone else bought the tickets."

Lu Shicheng couldn't help but speak, and Wen Tingli put her index finger on his lips.

"Shhh."

She looked at him with sparkling eyes: "I didn't say that person was Mr. Lu. If Mr. Lu happens to know a low-key fan of mine, please tell him: Thank you for his attention and support."

She winked playfully and slowly closed the door under his gaze.

(End of this chapter)