151: Give up on this idea

Shi Zhujie had hoped Song Yuan would get justice for him, but when he saw Song Yuan's expression calm and steady, his heart momentarily lost its confidence.

"Isn't he behaving now?" Director Zhao thought to himself.

"Assistant Sun, it's a small matter." Shen Lian stood up. "Have you eaten yet? My treat. There's a place nearby that makes excellent Braised Chicken with Rice."

Sun Binghe didn't want to let it go just like that, but with so many staff members and actors watching, there were too many eyes and ears. The romance between the Boss and Teacher Shen hadn't been made public yet, and he was worried about rumors that might negatively affect Shen Lian.

Sun Binghe gave Song Yuan a deep look, as if committing him to memory.

Even so, everyone present—except for the few insiders like Director Zhao—couldn't help but feel shocked.

How arrogant had Shi Zhujie been? He had even brought his backer today, only to have Shen Lian splash a face full of liquid on him. When he left with Sun Binghe, Song Yuan hadn't even dared to say a word of protest, acting as if the dripping face and the mess on his body hadn't happened. Unless it was a case of absolute suppression, why would anyone need to swallow their pride like that?

"I didn't see that coming, Teacher Shen."

Everyone was speculating, but no one dared to say it out loud.

After leaving the filming site, Shen Lian put his arm around Sun Binghe's shoulder. "Don't be angry. Even if you weren't there, Song Yuan couldn't have done anything."

"Song Yuan?" Sun Binghe frowned slightly. "That sounds a bit familiar."

"The CEO of Xiguang Media, the one who bullied Chen Mu so badly."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sun Binghe's expression changed to one of, "I regret it; why didn't I scold him more?"

Chen Mu, the 'Full-Score War God,' held a special place in Sun Binghe's heart. Coupled with his peaceful and humble nature, Sun Binghe had a very good impression of him. Conversely, Song Yuan was the polar opposite.

"He doesn't look like a good person at all," Sun Binghe said coolly.

Shen Lian led him into a small alleyway. "Good eyes, Assistant Sun."

Rent in the Movie City was expensive. This Braised Chicken with Rice shop had been selected by several people after much searching. Shen Lian had grown a bit tired of the crew's meals over the past two days, so he followed the staff's recommendation to give it a try. And indeed, it was authentic.

Inside the narrow and dim shop, there were only two tables. Most people usually ordered takeout. Since it was unusually empty at the moment, Shen Lian and Sun Binghe sat down to eat.

Sun Binghe was indeed hungry. He hadn't expected much, but as soon as the Braised Chicken with Rice was served, he subconsciously swallowed hard.

Shen Lian joined him for a meal.

"Finished with work?" Shen Lian chatted with him.

"Yeah." Sun Binghe swallowed the food in his mouth. "I came over as soon as I finished the handover at the company."

Shen Lian: "You've been working hard too."

Sun Binghe looked strange. "How is this considered hard work?"

Shen Lian: "..." Sorry about that, I forgot you're a workaholic.

Sun Binghe was sweating from the meal. He took off his jacket and asked the lady boss for a bottle of ice-cold beer.

Shen Lian stared at the frosty bottle for a moment and said in a low voice, "Assistant Sun..."

"No, impossible, give up on that idea." Sun Binghe interrupted, looking at Shen Lian with disapproval. "Don't even think about a single sip. I don't need to remind you about your physical condition. If the Boss found out, this would be my last meal."

Shen Lian: "Fine, fine, fine."

He really had only intended to have a taste.

By the time Shen Lian and Sun Binghe returned, Song Yuan was already gone. Shi Zhujie was sitting in his usual spot, displaying a weird and rare silence.

Even his assistant had a sense of keeping a low profile.

Presumably, Song Yuan had given him some instructions.

Shen Lian didn't care, but if this could make Shi Zhujie settle down and take filming seriously, then it wouldn't be a waste of Sun Binghe's time.

*

The day the Seventh Prince from the abandoned Cold Palace ascended the throne was a rainy, overcast day.

The ministers were silent, and the long steps were majestic.

Emperor Lin Xiao, accompanied by the Left Prime Minister, stepped up to the throne that symbolized the ruler of the world. But beneath the imperial crown and dragon robe was a pale, terrified face.

The Left Prime Minister placed a hand lightly on Emperor Lin Xiao's wrist, causing the emperor to tremble in shock.

The disdain in the Left Prime Minister's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle and satisfied look. He was white-bearded and long-faced, with a thin frame that gave him the appearance of a scholar's integrity. He said, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. This old minister is with you." But when he looked forward at the dragon chair, greed merged with his smile.

Emperor Lin Xiao kept catching his breath, finally managing to calm down enough to call out, "Imperial Father."

This was an act of immense submission.

The Left Prime Minister's body stiffened for a moment. He turned his head and met Emperor Lin Xiao's fawning gaze.

In the current court, the Left Prime Minister's power eclipsed everything. He didn't need to, nor did he care to, speculate on the thoughts of a puppet.

Whether sincere or not, this greatly consolidated his power.

Emperor Lin Xiao bowed his body. A man of six feet tall actually looked about the same height as a seventy-year-old man from behind.

Thunder roared across the sky, and the bursting lightning seemed to tear the dragon chair in half in the gloom. The stark white light fell into Emperor Lin Xiao's eyes, only to be deeply swallowed.

This was the first and last time the young emperor bent his spine.

Sun Binghe watched with arms crossed in appreciation. He had never been interested in films, but the actor playing opposite Shen Lian was also a veteran. The eye acting between the two was truly brilliant. Combined with Director Zhao's precise rendering of the scene and atmosphere, this moment really felt like a dangerous and thrilling undercurrent surging beneath a seemingly settled situation.

Sun Binghe finished watching and then took out his phone to take a photo.

This was a task.

At the same moment, Chu Yilan had just received flowers—a bouquet of orange lisianthus. Combined with the photo sent by Assistant Sun, the effect was doubled.

Chu Yilan sat behind his large desk, the flowers still in his arms. He swiped his phone with his other hand, occasionally narrowing his eyes slightly. His desire was always restrained yet clear.

In the photo, Shen Lian was wearing a black dragon robe, and his waist was quite dazzling.

Shen Lian tilted his head back slightly to let the staff adjust his collar, his arms spread wide, his physical advantages on full display.

Chu Yilan suddenly remembered a certain afternoon when he and Shen Lian were at home, squeezed together on a balcony lounge chair for a nap. When they woke up, Shen Lian spoke lazily and, thinking of something, let out a light laugh.

Chu Yilan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Tell me..." Shen Lian looked up. "Should I buy some special clothes to bring home?"

Chu Yilan hadn't figured it out yet. "Hmm?"

"Uniform temptation? Or women's clothing or something?"

Without even thinking, Chu Yilan slapped Shen Lian's waist. "Give it a rest."

It wasn't that he didn't like it; it was that Shen Lian just standing there often made him lose his self-control. What would happen if he did all that?

And now, Chu Yilan stared at Shen Lian's lean waist for a moment, thinking it might not be a bad idea... Fetishes are things that always get properly developed at some point.

Shen Lian filmed until dark. Because he was in such a good state, Director Zhao didn't call for a stop, and the veteran actor didn't complain of being tired. All three parties were enjoying themselves, so they worked 'overtime' for two hours.

Only then did Shen Lian remember Sun Binghe.

"Teacher Shen, don't worry. I've booked a hotel nearby. It's a ten-minute walk, let alone the fact that I'm driving."

Sun Binghe had already made all the arrangements.

Although the hotels near the Movie City weren't cheap, they would be reimbursed by the Boss. Life following Teacher Shen was indeed comfortable.