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Generals are indeed highly efficient.

At 5 p.m. sharp, the hashtag #Xu Zhesheng's new film "Coming Home" passed censorship# was already firmly in third place on the trending topics list. It was accompanied by a press release from a marketing account, with exquisite layout and emotional copywriting, clearly the work of a professional team.

In the editing room, Yang Chun'er was slumped in a chair scrolling through her phone when she suddenly sprang up as if she'd been electrocuted, grabbing her phone and rushing toward Shen Zhiyi.

"Holy crap! Zhizhi! Look at the trending topics!"

Shen Zhiyi's gaze was still fixed on the computer screen. She was making detailed edits to a new piece of footage, dragging the mouse pointer back and forth on the timeline, her brows slightly furrowed.

Hearing this, she didn't even blink, her voice indifferent: "What's wrong?"

"Hey, stop for a second!" Yang Chun'er pounced on her, shoving the phone in front of her face. "Look for yourself!"

On the screen, the third trending topic was prominently displayed:

#Xu Zhesheng's new film "Coming Home" passes censorship#

The accompanying photo is a candid shot of Hsu Che-sheng walking out of an office building. He is dressed in a suit and tie, his hair is styled with hair wax, and he is smiling triumphantly, giving the camera an "OK" sign as if he were a victorious general.

The comments section has exploded:

"The director who won the Golden Duck Award has finally released a new film! Looking forward to it!"

"Director Xu is awesome! I've been waiting for so long!"

"I heard this film was in preparation for a year, and post-production alone took more than half a year, so the quality is definitely guaranteed!"

"There's hope for the National Day film season!"

Yang Chun'er rolled her eyes dramatically, wishing she could pop her eyeballs into her brain: "This marketing account is exaggerating way too much! A year in the making? Half a year in post-production? I saw the rough cut of that piece of trash, and it looked like a PowerPoint presentation! Even the transitions are just abrupt cuts, and the background music is just free material from a copyrighted music library. How dare they call it meticulously crafted?"

Shen Zhiyi finally stopped scrolling and looked down at the screen.

In the photo, Hsu Che-sheng smiles with satisfaction, as if he has everything under control.

She knew that expression all too well. Every time he finished shooting a satisfactory shot, every time he outdid someone else's idea on set, every time he used the edit she had stayed up all night to accept an award, he always had that same expression.

Confident, certain, and taking it for granted.

It's as if the whole world should revolve around him.

She glanced at it only once before looking away and returning her gaze to the timeline on the computer screen.

"Hmm, that's good." She said calmly, thinking to herself that he would be busy now and probably wouldn't bother her.

Yang Chun'er stared at her suspiciously: "Aren't you jealous? This trending topic makes it seem like his comeback is some kind of divine rebirth."

Shen Zhiyi's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Jealous?

Looking at Xu Zhesheng's face now, she felt only relief, relief that she was finally getting rid of this person.

However, the next second, her phone on the table started buzzing.

The unfamiliar number without a name appeared on the screen again.

The one from last night.

Xu Zhesheng.

Shen Zhiyi frowned, and without thinking, pressed the red hang-up button.

But the other party clearly had no intention of giving up. The phone kept ringing one after another like a death knell, the vibrations particularly jarring in the quiet editing room, causing several colleagues nearby to look up.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, and pressed the answer button hard with her thumb.

"What is it?" The voice was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of the refrigerator.

"Zhizhi!" Xu Zhesheng's voice on the other end of the phone was filled with undisguised excitement, and there was the faint sound of clinking glasses in the background. He was probably celebrating with someone. "My movie has passed the censors! It will be released this National Day, and there's a month left for the promotional period!"

Shen Zhiyi didn't speak, but pinched the pen cap between her fingers and pressed it down one by one.

"I knew you still cared about me," Xu Zhesheng said to himself, his tone certain. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked Lu Zichuan to give me special treatment. Zhizhi, you may say harsh things, but you still can't let me go..."

"Xu Zhesheng".

Shen Zhiyi interrupted him with a frown, her voice eerily calm.

Listen carefully.

"First of all, I didn't ask Lu Zichuan to give you special treatment. Your film passing censorship has nothing to do with me."

"Second," she paused, pressing the pen cap down with a crisp "click," "even if your movie passes censorship, we still want a divorce. Four days later at the Civil Affairs Bureau, no exceptions."

"third……"

Just as she was about to say something, a disdainful sneer came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhizhi, are you still acting with me?"

Xu Zhesheng's tone carried a condescending indulgence, like coaxing a sulking child, "Fine, if you say no, then no. But do you know that Jiangxing specifically invited me to a PR meeting this afternoon? The PR director told me personally that the higher-ups have given the green light. Besides you, who else could persuade Lu Zichuan?"

"Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? You're stubborn, soft-hearted, and seem cold, but you're actually very sentimental. You just can't let me go, but you're too embarrassed to admit it..."

"Smack."

Shen Zhiyi hung up the phone immediately.

She stared at the darkened screen, her chest heaving twice before she slowly exhaled.

Yang Chun'er, listening from the side, was stunned. She asked cautiously, "What...what illness is he having now?"

"He thought I got Lu Zichuan to give him special treatment." Shen Zhiyi threw her pen on the table, a hint of absurd sneer in her voice. "He thought the approval was something I begged for."

"Huh?" Yang Chun'er's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "These men these days are way too confident! They've already cheated on their wives, and they still fantasize that their wives will forgive and do things for them? They're dreaming!"

Shen Zhiyi didn't reply, but picked up the thermos on the table and took a sip of brown sugar ginger tea.

The sweet and spicy liquid slid down my throat, and the warmth suppressed the nameless fire in my chest.

She put down her cup and looked back at the computer screen.

Let Hsu Che-sheng think whatever he wants.

Anyway, everything will be over in four days.

Her gaze returned to the screen, but she couldn't calm down.

It wasn't just because of Xu Zhesheng's nonsensical phone call and his explanation...

Did someone from above give you instructions?

Who?

On the top floor of the building, Lu Zichuan received a phone call: "Mr. Lu, as you instructed, Director Xu's film has passed the censorship and is scheduled for release during this year's National Day holiday. However, if we really give him the highest-level publicity and distribution, his film will lose at least 100 million yuan. Are you sure you really want to do this?"

Meanwhile, Lu Zichuan received a photo from Xu Zhesheng, who was sent to supervise the project. In the photo, Xu Zhesheng was having dinner with several partners of "Coming Home," his face flushed, looking like he had drunk too much.

He curled his lips into a smile. That's exactly how he wanted to do it. He wanted to make him lose his composure and not have the energy to bother Shen Zhiyi.

"Everything is proceeding as planned. The compensation will come from my personal account. You don't need to report anything else to me."

Before the other person could say anything more, Lu Zichuan slammed the phone down.

There are four days left until Shen Zhiyi and Xu Zhesheng officially divorce.