The sweetest in the entertainment industry

Chapter 32 Composure
There was a shower the night before last. Although it came on strong, it lasted for a short time and, overall, did not have much impact on the temperature.

The highest temperature has remained above 40 degrees Celsius for the past two days, and the meteorological bureau has been issuing high-temperature warnings daily.

Having been out and about for several days in a row, Gu Lanxi didn't want to go out today, but that didn't mean she was free.

At 8:30 a.m., it's the quarterly summary meeting of the investment studio, which she attends remotely.

In the afternoon, she planned to read the script again and take care of Lu's mother's investment.

She has a regular schedule; as long as she goes to bed on time, she usually gets up around seven o'clock every day.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to wash up.

Once she felt more alert, she would put on a moisturizing face mask and look at her phone for a while, just in case someone had contacted her last night but she hadn't seen it.

Normally, if something important happens that concerns her, someone will call her.

No phone calls came in last night, so she felt quite relaxed when she picked up her phone.

As soon as I unlocked my screen, I saw a trending topic about Lu Nanting's whirlwind marriage.

Several platforms are promoting it.

It's not time to start work yet. Her team isn't good at crisis management, and she's not the type to cause trouble. Normally, if she encounters problems, the company's public relations department can handle it. Tao Yong hasn't contacted her, probably because the fire hasn't reached her yet.

Gu Lanxi calmly opened the app, read the details, and then directly dialed Lu Nanting's number.

No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't get through.

Fearing something might happen to him, Gu Lanxi ripped off her face mask, patted her face, and without thinking of anything else, went straight up the fire escape to knock on the door.

Lu Nanting's schedule is irregular; he often stays up late writing lyrics and composing music, and what time he gets up depends entirely on whether he has anything to do that day.

We're going to rehearse again this morning, but we already rehearsed it yesterday. Today's rehearsal is just to make up for any oversights from yesterday, so it won't take long. That's why we scheduled it for 10:30.

On the bedside table, the alarm clock is set for nine o'clock, when the assistant and driver will come to pick me up.

Knowing that things might be a bit turbulent lately, Zhang Mingyuan banned him from posting privately on Weibo. Just to be safe, he changed the passwords for all the major platforms and wouldn't let him log in.

He has work to do in the morning, so he can't just wander around outside.

With no worries about the future, everyone went about their own business and no one bothered him.

In addition, she had been staying up late for the past few days, so when Gu Lanxi went upstairs to knock on the door, Lu Nanting was still fast asleep, completely unaware of what was happening.

The bedroom was a bit far from the front door, and when the doorbell rang, he didn't realize someone was knocking.

Gu Lanxi was very patient; she would press the doorbell once, and only press it again after it had finished ringing.

It wasn't until the door was pressed three times that Lu Nanting finally got up, his hair a mess, and came over to open the door.

Before opening the door, he habitually glanced outside, thinking it was his assistant coming to pick him up for work, but to his surprise, it was Gu Lanxi standing outside.

She was wearing loose, comfortable cotton pajamas with small floral prints, her hair was down, dressed casually at home. Her face was rosy and fair, like a peeled egg, and her eyes were calm and bright as she looked gently toward the door.

Lu Nanting felt a sudden panic!
He touched his spiky hair with both hands, then wiped his face, accidentally touching a piece of eye boogers, and he felt utterly disgusted!
Just as she was about to wash her face and style her hair, she heard Gu Lanxi sigh through the door:
"I heard your footsteps, open the door quickly!"

Knowing that martial arts practitioners have sharp ears and eyes, Lu Nanting dared not lie.

He could only touch his face and then yank open the door.

"What time did you go to sleep last night? It's almost eight o'clock, and you're still not awake?"

Lu Nanting glanced at the wall clock; it was three minutes to seven-thirty.

I just slept for a little over six hours.

That’s okay!
"It's normal for an energetic young man to always be sleep-deprived! You've struck gold by coming to me!"

Seeing Gu Lanxi enter the room with a speechless expression, Lu Nanting quickly grabbed her:

"Let me take your fingerprints first."

It's ridiculous to knock on the door to get back to your own home.

Seeing him fiddling with the fingerprint lock, Gu Lanxi, no longer bothering to look around, grabbed his hand:

"We'll talk about that later. You should pack a few sets of clothes and your daily necessities and come downstairs with me to stay for a few days."

"Ok?"

Didn't we say we'd be moving soon?
Why are they suddenly making him live downstairs again?
Seeing his hair sticking up in all directions, completely unlike his usual neat appearance, Gu Lanxi entered the room, closing the door behind her, her tone utterly helpless:

"Did you forget to charge your phone? You insisted on taking pictures on those steps. Now look what happened! Your married status is completely out of the question." Gu Lanxi had been in this industry for several years and knew just how terrifying fans could be when they went to extremes.

Despite the excellent security at Bihu Tiandi, fans could still sneak in if they were desperate!

Instead of staying at home, why not go downstairs before she's exposed and enjoy the magic of the darkness under the lamplight?

Seeing that he was still dazed, Gu Lanxi rushed into the dressing room, deftly grabbed a handbag, took down a few sets of clothes, and put them in along with the hangers.

Lu Nanting has excellent image management skills. He has hired a professional image consultant, and his clothes are all pre-matched, making it quite convenient to take them off.

Gu Lanxi never panics, no matter how big the problem is, and she does things in an orderly manner.

By the time Lu Nanting realized what was happening, she had already packed up her clothes, opened the drawers one by one, and was about to take out her underwear.

Lu Nanting's face flushed red instantly.

Gu Lanxi pretended not to see anything, quickly took everything she needed, and then slipped into the bathroom to collect his toiletries.

"What are you standing there for? Turn off the windows, water, and electricity, make it look like you're not home, then take your things and go downstairs. Understand?"

"Um, no one exposed you, right?"

"Not for now, but it's hard to say in a few days."

Seeing that his first reaction after his moment of surprise was to care about her, Gu Lanxi felt a little better.

They closed all the windows in each room and then took him downstairs.

"Try to cancel your work for the next few days and wait until your fanatical fans have calmed down before going out."

After going downstairs, Gu Lanxi saw that Aunt Wang had already prepared breakfast and went straight to the dining room.

"Go wash up quickly, then come over for breakfast. Whether you want to catch up on sleep or whatever, it's up to you. I have a meeting at 8:30 and need to use the study."

Without waiting for him, she took an egg, tapped it on the table, rolled it gently, and then broke the shell open completely with both hands.

Thinking of the hurtful things said online, my heart softened, so I served him a bowl of white rice porridge and peeled an egg for him.

This morning I had white rice porridge with fried fish and stir-fried watercress.

Gu Lanxi usually eats a boiled egg in the morning, and Aunt Wang boiled two today.

Boil the free-range eggs for nine minutes, and they're just cooked through—not too soft, not too overcooked—just the way she likes them.

"We have salted duck eggs at home, made from sea duck eggs. They're quite fragrant. If you want some, just peel one."

Seeing that his hair was half-dry and he had finished washing up and walked over from the bedroom, Gu Lanxi greeted him naturally, then picked up her bowl and began to eat politely.

Lu Nanting was still a little dazed even after he sat down in front of her.

"What's the specific situation?"

I fell asleep while looking at photos last night and forgot to charge my phone. I just plugged it in now.

Gu Lanxi casually handed over her phone, indicating that he could look at it himself.

When I logged into Weibo, my account was completely empty, and as expected, my ID was a string of gibberish.

He watched Gu Lanxi eat for as long as she ate.

"I've already told my family not to tell anyone. As for the studio, we've signed confidentiality agreements. I also reminded them the night before last not to tell anyone about you, so don't worry."

Now he's been exposed. Half the night has passed, and all people online know is that he's married, but his wife is unknown.

When they were dating, their friends knew about it, but when he announced his marriage, normal people wouldn't come up to him and ask if he married his ex-girlfriend; at most, they would ask indirectly.

In fact, everyone in the industry is shrewd; if they knew he planned to keep his marriage a secret, they probably wouldn't even ask.

Gu Lanxi gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing that he had looked through it enough, I took the phone and casually opened my WeChat Moments.

Then I saw that post on WeChat Moments from last night, which garnered over 800 likes and comments.

Good morning!

Your 33 should be taking Er Mao to the high-speed rail station by now.

Hehe.

For the next few days, the Draft Box will be at your service! (Hands on hips.JPG)
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