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The moment the phone screen went dark, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky outside the window, followed by rumbling thunder.

The downpour finally arrived.

She leaned against the headboard, her chest still rising and falling slightly.

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone, and it took me a while to slowly loosen my grip.

Lu Zichuan's reply finally popped up in the chat box: "Ham and cheese, thank you."

These six simple words are like a reassuring pill.

As she looked at the words, her tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

She paused her fingertip on the screen for a moment, then replied, "Okay, see you tomorrow."

After sending the message, she placed her phone face down on the headboard, pulled the blanket over herself, and closed her eyes.

Thunder rumbled outside the window, and raindrops pattered against the glass.

But suddenly she felt less afraid.

Meanwhile, Lu Zichuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where the same torrential rain was pouring down outside.

He had one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone to his ear, his voice low and tinged with a thin layer of coldness:

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that Hsu Che-sheng went to stake out someone at Jiangxing this afternoon?"

A cautious voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, Xu Zhesheng spotted us when we were following him today, and we got caught in rush hour traffic, so we lost him... But the direction he was heading didn't seem to be towards Jiangxing..."

"Do I pay you salaries so you can give me excuses?"

Lu Zichuan's voice turned cold, cutting off the other person's words.

The other person's breathing visibly faltered, and a chill ran down their spine almost through the airwaves: "N-no... I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, there won't be a next time."

"If you lose them again tomorrow," Lu Zichuan said, emphasizing each word, "then pack your things and get out of here."

"Yes, Mr. Lu!" came the voice on the other end, full of energy, as if he had been given a last chance and was seizing it tightly.

Lu Zichuan hung up the phone and almost immediately dialed another number.

The phone rang three times before being answered. The background noise included loud music and faint sounds of commotion; the other person seemed to be out socializing, but upon hearing his voice, they immediately became more attentive and relaxed.

"President Lu."

"How's Xu Zhesheng's movie going?" Lu Zichuan turned around, his gaze falling on the city lights outside the window, blurred by the rain.

The other person cleared their throat, their tone becoming professional and respectful: "Mr. Lu, director Xu Zhesheng's film... to be honest, the editing is really too rough. Our department held two meetings to discuss it, and the conclusion was that if it were released at this quality, it would definitely lose money. It's not that we're deliberately blocking it, it's just that we really can't deliver on this project."

He paused, seemingly feeling that simply calling it rough wasn't enough, and added, "Although the overall quality of the film market is quite uneven these days, this one... truly reaches new heights of awfulness. Especially in the later stages, the female lead's skin texture was completely smoothed away; you couldn't even see her pores. He turned a realistic film into a photo album of skin-smoothing. The whole crew was astonished after seeing the sample footage. If this were released, wouldn't the audience be ripping our General Star off the trending topics?"

As Lu Zichuan listened, a faint smile appeared on his lips, but there was no hint of amusement in his eyes.

When he attended the screening of Hsu Che-sheng's film, he already felt that it was impossible for it to make money, but he still signed the contract. His purpose was not to make money at all.

Without Shen Zhiyi's guidance, Xu Zhesheng's films were never up to par.

He murmured for a moment, "Let's follow his original film and shoot his schedule and press conference."

The person on the other end seemed surprised by Lu Zichuan's words, a string of complaints stuck in their throat, "Wh-what?"

"I said, release it directly." Lu Zichuan repeated.

"But……"

"All losses will be covered by my personal account." Lu Zichuan looked up, just as a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, its reflection shimmering in his cold pupils.

Only by giving Xu Zhesheng something to do will he stop bothering Shen Zhiyi every day.

Seeing that he had already said that, although they didn't understand why the usually shrewd CEO Lu would do such a losing deal, they naturally couldn't say no to the big boss's request.

He simply said, "Yes, Mr. Lu, I will arrange for someone to contact Director Xu tomorrow."

"From now on, when you meet him, find a private room to talk alone. Don't bring him to Jiangxing," Lu Zichuan instructed, directly eliminating any possibility of Xu Zhesheng and Shen Zhi meeting.

"receive."

After giving all the instructions, Lu Zichuan slowly let out a breath.

He had already missed out on Shen Zhiyi once, and this time, no matter what it took, he couldn't afford to miss out again.

The next morning, the sky was overcast, and a light drizzle had been falling since dawn. The temperature had dropped several degrees compared to the previous day.

Shen Zhiyi deliberately came downstairs twenty minutes early.

She was holding a pink folding umbrella and carrying an insulated bag containing two freshly made sandwiches. The ham was sliced ​​thinly and evenly, and the cheese slices were just partially melted on the fried eggs. She also brought two cups of freshly squeezed hot soy milk in insulated cups.

Surely I won't keep him waiting today.

With these thoughts in mind, she walked briskly out of the building.

However, when I looked up, the familiar Porsche SUV was already quietly parked on the side of the road.

Beside the car, Lu Zichuan held a long-handled, pure black umbrella, wearing a burgundy suit with a white shirt underneath. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his collar were undone. He leaned casually against the car, like a carefully composed photo that pretended to be a casual snapshot.

Prestigious and composed, it stood out excessively in the hazy rain.

Shen Zhiyi paused, then quickly jogged over, "Why are you up so early?"

She arrived ten minutes early yesterday and twenty minutes early today, but she still couldn't catch up with him.

What time did he come down?

Seeing her jogging over, Lu Zichuan's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. He took two steps forward to meet her, saying, "Slow down, the ground is slippery."

Before she could finish speaking, with a "thud," Shen Zhiyi's left foot precisely stepped into a puddle of water, slipped, and her whole body leaned backward.

Lu Zichuan's pupils contracted, and he flung the black umbrella in his hand to the side, slamming it against the car. He stretched out his long arm, scooped the person up in his arms, and carried him horizontally.

"How are you? Did you twist your ankle?" He looked down and checked her urgently, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

Shen Zhiyi froze in his arms.

This was the first time she had ever been carried in a princess carry.

Through the thin suit jacket, she could clearly feel the outline of his chest, the muscles under his clothes were firm and distinct, and the arm around her waist was taut and strong. The body heat transmitted through the fabric made her ears tingle.

"N-no!" Her face was burning red, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz. "I just slipped... and my trouser leg feels wet."

Lu Zichuan followed her gaze and looked down. Sure enough, there was a dark water stain on the hem of the light-colored jeans, and the fabric was sticking to her skin.

Remembering what Lu Ziyang had said yesterday that she couldn't touch cold water for the next few days, she immediately picked her up and went upstairs.

"What are you doing?!" Shen Zhiyi was startled and instinctively grabbed his neck to steady herself.

"Go upstairs and change your pants." His steps were steady and quick.

"No need... my trouser legs are just a little wet, they'll dry once I get in the car..."

Lu Zichuan ignored her, walked straight into the building, used his shoulder to press the elevator button, carried her into the car, and pressed her floor number with one hand.

"You need to be extra careful these next few days." He looked down at her, his voice deep and firm. "Not only can you not touch cold water, but you also can't wear wet clothes."