Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 158 Photography, Writing, and Painting
If Zhang Yan was hesitant to act for fear of harming the innocent...

Anwen was completely at a loss. She instinctively felt that she had to desperately grab onto something in order to get through this crisis.

Even if they held Zhang Yan back to prevent him from leaving, it wouldn't solve the current problem at all.

Hearing Zhang Yan's question while she was still confused, she calmed herself down a bit and began to explain in detail how she came up with the idea and how she implemented it, trying her best to clear Su Yue of any involvement.

Hearing that she deduced that he and Wang Luyao were having an affair because she overheard Wu Yujuan and Wang Luyao's conversation, Zhang Yan couldn't help but glance at Wang Luyao sideways.

Wang Luyao lowered her head guiltily, secretly cursing Wu Yujuan for being such a troublemaker. She vowed to teach her a lesson when she got the chance!

When An Wen heard that Su Yue had sprained his ankle, she didn't want him to worry, so she lied and said that she had come to talk to Wang Jinghua. Zhang Yan believed her to some extent.

After all, Su Yue seemed to be smarter than An Wen. If he knew about this, even if he didn't stop An Wen from taking the risk, he would definitely make the plan more comprehensive.

Instead of rushing in and making a scene like this.

Whether Su Yue knows it or not is the same; they are husband and wife, and if they make a mistake, they should naturally bear the consequences together.

Thinking this to himself, Zhang Yan said to An Wen, "I already know the general situation. As for whether Su Yue knows anything about it, I will naturally verify it with him later..."

"do not want!"

Upon hearing that Zhang Yan wanted her husband to verify, An Wen immediately cried out, "Don't tell him! He... he... I don't want him to know! It's all my fault! It has nothing to do with Lao Su..."

Seeing that she was repeating the same old lines, Zhang Yan impatiently interrupted, "I don't want to hear your useless talk, you..."

Knock knock knock~
Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The room fell silent for a moment, then Wu Yujuan's voice came from outside the door: "Luyao, it's me, open the door."

Wang Luyao looked at Zhang Yan with some panic, while Zhang Yan gestured for her to respond first, and then quietly slipped into the inner room.

An Wen hesitated for a moment, then followed and hid inside.

Wang Luyao took a deep breath, walked to the door, and asked, "Sister Yujuan, is there something you need?"

"I can't sleep, and I want to talk to you about the script again."

"Sister Yujuan, I've been filming the music video for ages, I'm exhausted, can we do it tomorrow...?"

"I have an idea and I'd like to hear your opinion—don't worry, it won't take up much of your time!"

Seeing Wu Yujuan's insistence, Wang Luyao cursed inwardly for being tactless, but had no choice but to open the door and say to Wu Yujuan, "Then let's talk in your room, my room is too messy."

Wu Yujuan glanced inside subconsciously, then looked at Wang Luyao suspiciously.

Wang Luyao's behavior made her feel that something was amiss, but then she thought that at most Zhang Yan was hiding inside, and she already knew about this, so there was no need to investigate further.

So he stepped back half a step and said, "Then let's go to my room to talk."

Wang Luyao left her room, locked the door from the inside with her key, and then followed Wu Yujuan to the innermost room.

After the two left, Zhang Yan and An Wen also came out of the bedroom.

Zhang Yan pointed to the gate and said impatiently, "You can leave now."

"No, I..."

"If you don't leave, I'll leave!"

Zhang Yan really didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her, so he immediately walked towards the door on his own.

"Don't!"

Seeing this, An Wen quickly resorted to the same trick, grabbing Zhang Yan's arm and kneeling down in front of him, saying, "Please, just let Pu'an go this time."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let them go."

Zhang Yan spread his hands and said, "From now on, we'll each go our own way, and help each other out..."

"No, no, no, we can't lose this opportunity! Please..."

"No, did you commit a crime and get caught, or did you do something good and come here to ask for a reward?" Zhang Yan interrupted her, forcefully prying her hands away. "If you keep pestering me like this, don't blame me for getting rough!"

"I...I...I..."

Seeing one hand being pried open and the other about to be freed, An Wen suddenly gritted his teeth and squeezed into Zhang Yan's arms, pressing his face against Zhang Yan's chest and trembling as he said, "I accept the punishment, you can punish me however you want, as long as, as long as you are willing to give Pu An a chance!"

She said she would accept any form of punishment, but her actions clearly pointed to a 'specific' method.

An Wen was desperate and decided to take the plunge. No matter what, she didn't want to destroy Su Yue's hard work and future with her own hands, and deep down she was convinced that Zhang Yan was a lecherous man...

Zhang Yan was indeed a lecherous man, but he wouldn't be so prone to lust at any time.

Especially considering that this woman had just been following and secretly filming him, how could Zhang Yan possibly believe that she wasn't setting a trap for him?

Without a second thought, he pushed An Wen away and sneered, "Trying to set me up again? Do you think I'll fall for it?" He took two steps back, and after confirming that An Wen wasn't going to pounce on him again, he prepared to leave as quickly as possible.

"Wait a moment!"

An Wen hurriedly called out to him, then gritted his teeth and pulled out a spare roll of film from his pocket, saying in a hoarse voice, "I... I can let you take the evidence."

After saying that, she seemed to have lost all her strength and sat down on the ground like a duck.

Looking at the roll of film she was holding, Zhang Yan unconsciously glanced at the camera on the coffee table.

Ever since he got his hands on that Canon DOS-1, his passion for photography has been awakened. Apart from Zhou Tao, he has also taken pictures of the other women.

Zhou Tao was, after all, a married woman, and was quite sensitive in this regard, so Zhang Yan couldn't force himself on her.

This regret may be...

Zhang Yan then looked at An Wen, who was slumped on the ground. Her tears, sweat, grass clippings, and dirt mixed together, making her look so disheveled, weak, and vulnerable.

"cough~"

Finally, Edison Zhang coughed, pulled out paper and pen from the table, placed them on the coffee table, and said, "Words are no proof; let's put it in writing."

An Wen seemed to have completely resigned himself to his fate. He mechanically crawled two steps on his knees, approached the coffee table, picked up the pen, hovered it over the paper, and then turned to look at Zhang Yan.

"You come up with the words yourself."

Zhang Yan walked around to the opposite side and sat down, crossing his legs, looking like he was watching to see how Zhang Yan performed.

Helpless, An Wen could only compose some self-deprecating words and pile them all onto the paper. After finishing writing, she couldn't help but cover her face and burst into tears.

Zhang Yan looked at the 'contract' and was fairly satisfied with it.

So he said to An Wen, "Go and wash your hands and face first."

An Wen was quite obedient; she wiped away her tears as she walked into the bathroom.

She quickly washed her hands and face, but looking at her bewildered and frightened reflection in the mirror, she hesitated to push open the door and go out.

Figure:
It wasn't until she heard the door open outside that she was jolted awake, realizing that the true owner of this place was neither herself nor Zhang Yan, but that mixed-race, big-breasted woman.

She quickly held her breath and pressed her ear against the door.

"she left."

"Don't worry about that—you can sleep with Wu Yujuan tonight."

"what?!"

"obedient."

"Well... alright then."

Hearing Wang Luyao's reluctant agreement, followed by the sounds of the door opening and closing, An Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a deep sense of disappointment.

If that busty woman had stayed, maybe I wouldn't have had to...

At this moment, Zhang Yan walked to the bathroom door and said to those inside, "If you don't want to, you can choose to leave at any time."

These words only strengthened An Wen's resolve.

She quickly tidied her hair, then gritted her teeth and pushed open the bathroom door.

When he looked up, he saw Zhang Yan fiddling with several pens, including the fountain pen he had just used, as well as ballpoint pens and pencils.

An Wen frowned and asked, "What else do you want me to write?"

"No, this time it's my turn."

Zhang Yan seems to be brimming with artistic talent. Besides being a self-proclaimed photography master, he is also an art student and a writer.

It's rare to encounter something you don't have to pity, so isn't it normal to want to draw or write something?
An Wen didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't delve into it. He just gritted his teeth and said, "About Pu'an..."

"How about this."

Zhang Yan showed a reluctant expression and said, "I can't just change my attitude for no reason. You go back and persuade President Su to give up Gao Feng's contract as a bargaining chip for this cooperation to Yuanmeng."

Then I'll pretend I'm moved by these conditions and agree to the deal, letting your Puan act as the middleman, and I'll give you a spot to perform on stage."

This was actually his original idea, and bringing it out now is entirely beneficial without costing him anything.

But because he was caught taking photos without permission, An Wen didn't dare to ask for better conditions. Since what he said seemed reasonable enough, he lowered his eyes slightly and reached for the buttons on his clothes...

(End of this chapter)