A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chen Duling's father had a full forehead and a square jaw, with glasses perched on his nose, and a refined demeanor. He looked very kind, the kind of person who would attract the attention of salespeople on the street.

Chen's mother has a small face, and her eyes are exactly the same shape as Chen Duling's—clear and bright. She neatly pulled all her hair back into a tight ponytail, with not a single stray hair at her temples, making her look very capable.

"Dad, Mom," Chen Duling called out as she walked out of the room.

"You're back." Mrs. Chen was bending down to put the groceries she'd bought into the kitchen when she clapped her hands and looked over. "Where's your friend?"

Then, Su Liu followed Chen Duling out of the room and greeted her, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I'm Su Liu."

Mr. Chen was the first to smile, and he quickly took two steps to greet him, "You're here! Come on in, have a seat. Are you tired from the journey?"

"I'm not tired. It's quite comfortable here in Xiamen. It's much warmer than in Shanghai." Su Liu sat down on the wooden sofa in the living room.

Chen's mother stood at the kitchen doorway, her gaze lingering on Su Liu's face for a moment.

Chen Duling leaned closer to her and asked, half-jokingly, "So, Mom, did you see his dark side?"

Upon hearing this, Su Liu also looked over.

Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes at her daughter. "What are you talking about? Xiao Su's stuff is all literary creation. Do you think I don't know that?"

"Auntie, you're absolutely right!" Su looked at her with a look of mutual respect, "Many people misunderstand me, they call me a pervert, only you understand me."

Suddenly, Mr. Chen burst into a loud laugh. Su Liu was startled by the sudden noise and looked at him helplessly as he bent over backward.

Chen Duling quickly moved closer to Su Liu, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "My dad has a very low threshold for laughter."

"Dudu, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, Dad," she whispered in Su Liu's ear again. "He doesn't want anyone to talk about it."

Mrs. Chen was clearly used to this kind of scene. "Alright, Mr. Chen, is this acceptable? The child has been sitting for so long, and you haven't even poured him a cup of tea."

After calming down, Mr. Chen took a mug for Su Liu from the cabinet in the living room. Then he grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the tea canister, threw them in, and picked up the kettle to make a cup of tea.

Su Liu casually took the cup. "Huh? Juventus?"

The mug is printed with the logo of Juventus, a professional team in the Italian Serie A league.

"You know him?" Chen Duling asked.

Mr. Chen's eyes lit up. "Xiao Su, you watch football too?"

"I've been to Italy before and saw it in person once."

At the time, Su Liu's accompanying translator was an Italian Serie A fan, and during a break from work, he insisted on dragging him to experience the atmosphere of the stadium.

Mr. Chen nodded repeatedly, his face revealing undisguised longing. "Oh my, that's really great."

"Does your uncle like Juventus?"

"Yeah, but I don't see it as often now." He then gestured to Chen Duling beside him, "Look, that's where Dudu's name comes from."

"Torino, Torino?" Su Liu muttered twice, then looked at Chen's father with some surprise. "But Torino is Juventus's arch-rival, isn't they?"

"What else can we do? Call him Chen Juventus?"

"Chen Youwen..." Su Liu had a flash of inspiration, "Chen Youwen, doesn't that sound pretty good?"

Mr. Chen paused for a moment, then fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, "It does sound pretty good."

"Enough!" Chen Duling rolled her eyes and complained, "You two, stop playing with my name."

"Old Chen!" a voice called from the kitchen. "Don't just sit there, come and help."

Mr. Chen answered the call and hurried into the kitchen.

"My mom's making oyster omelets today," Chen Duling said proudly. "They're delicious, have you ever tried them?"

"I've never eaten it before."

"Then you're in luck..."

Just then, her phone rang. Chen Duling took out her phone, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and looked at Su Liu with a hint of doubt.

"What's wrong?"

"An unknown number," she muttered, pressing the answer button. "Feed?"

Since the "school beauty incident", Chen Duling has been very wary of unfamiliar phone numbers.

Su Liu was close enough to faintly hear a middle-aged woman's voice coming from the other side, followed by a few "hmm, hmm" sounds, and finally, a "hello, teacher."

She got up with her phone in her hand and took a few steps toward the balcony. Su Liu followed her and stopped beside her.

"Huh? A lady surnamed Gu is looking for me? What does she want?"

"Filming?"

"Oh...oh, okay, I understand, thank you, teacher."

After hanging up the phone, she said to Su Liu, who was standing next to her, "It was a teacher from our art academy who said that a Ms. Gu... wants to... film a movie with me."

"Ms. Gu?" Su Liu paused for a moment, then asked, "What's your full name?"

"Gu Aibing".

Su Liu muttered the name for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "Gu Aibing, the president of Yilin Press, I've heard Editor-in-Chief Liu mention her."

Yilin Press is also a publishing house under Phoenix Media Group. That's right, it must be "Left Ear" that came knocking on their door.

Soon after, Chen Duling received a call from the president of Yilin Publishing House.

In the evening, the dinner table was set with oyster omelets, clams in soy sauce, fried pork in vinegar sauce, and several plates of seasonal vegetables. But because of this unexpected phone call, dinner turned into a discussion about a major issue.

"Filming a movie? And again, the female lead?" Mrs. Chen asked habitually, "Dudu, is this reliable?"

Chen Duling glanced at Su Liu and explained, "The Ms. Gu who called me is the president of Yilin Press. She said that one of Xue Man's novels is going to be adapted into a movie."

"Then I'm wondering, Xiao Su..." She looked at Su Liu, "Is this normal in your circle? There are so many actors in the entertainment industry, why do you have to find a science and engineering girl to act in a movie?"

"Oh, I don't like hearing that," said Mr. Chen. "My daughter is so beautiful, she's no less beautiful than those female celebrities."

"As a father, of course you cherish your daughter like a treasure."

"So the current situation is that they really have their eye on our daughter."

Aren't you worried at all?

"What am I worried about? This time it's different from the others who came before. The president of Yilin Press is a well-known author; how could he be a fraudster?"

"Better safe than sorry, Old Chen."

"Auntie, how about this," Su Liu interrupted their argument, "Let me ask. Dudu, give me your phone."

Chen Duling quickly unlocked the phone and handed it over.

Su Liu took the phone, found the president of Yilin Press in the call log, and called him, then turned on speakerphone.

After the call connected, a friendly female voice came from the phone, "Hello, Duling, have you discussed this with your family?"

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Gu."

The other person was visibly startled upon hearing Su Liu's voice and asked, "...Hello, who are you?"

"I am Su Liu."

The voice on the phone mumbled something for a moment, then suddenly rose in volume, "Su Liu? Su Liu, the mystery writer, Professor Su?"

Mr. and Mrs. Chen sat to the side, listening to the editor-in-chief, who had been calm on the other end of the phone, suddenly become eager. They unconsciously exchanged a glance and gained a new understanding of the reputation of the handsome young man in front of them.

Su Liu's name is quite well-known among publishers. After all, among local writers who have made a name for themselves internationally, besides the Nobel laureate, he is the only one left.

"it's me."

The other party was clearly not prepared for Su Liu's call and was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say.

"Um... Ms. Su, you and Chen Duling..."

"We are good friends."

"I see."

Afterwards, Su Liu inquired about some details of the "Left Ear" project. Before hanging up, the other party even invited him to visit the film crew in Yanjing.

"Auntie, there's nothing wrong with the project," Su Liu said. Of course, he knew there was nothing wrong with the "Left Ear" project; he was just trying to dispel Mr. and Mrs. Chen's doubts.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen had naturally heard it too: a movie co-invested by Enlight Media and Yilin Press for 60 million yuan, and the director was still that Fifth Prince.

"Dudu." Chen's mother looked at her daughter and asked gently, "Do you want to act yourself?"

"Me?" Chen Duling looked blankly at Su Liu, then at her parents, and shook her head. "I don't know."