Chapter 100: You've Fallen for Him, or at Least You're About to

Song Huan Yan's eyebrows twisted into a knot, and finally she said, "I'm very conflicted. I don't know, I'm not sure, I can't think. Maybe… maybe, if Nan Gong Yu steps in, I might… possibly… give… up."

The last sentence was hard for Song Huan Yan to say.

Her mood, actually Sang Wan can understand.

Without having suffered others' hardships, do not advise others to be good.

Without truly experiencing the heart‑piercing pain of being betrayed and schemed against by a beloved one, no one has the right to comment for Song Huan Yan.

"He is very good, truly a noble person, at least in my eyes. So, maybe… I… might…"

"Stop, Yan Yan." Sang Wan cut off her last word, saying, "That's just our speculation. Perhaps after Nan Gong Jue learns the truth, he might actually support your plan?"

Of course, that's also a possibility.

Hearing that, Song Huan Yan exhaled, nodded, "Hmm."

In that case, it should be the best.

Sang Wan looked at her, then suddenly said, "I actually didn't expect that."

Song Huan Yan was startled, "What?"

"Although I'm advising you," Sang Wan said, "I tell you that your marital happiness is more important; that disgusting scumbag is irrelevant. But… I didn't expect you'd consider giving up because of Nan Gong Yu."

Song Huan Yan said nothing.

Sang Wan laughed, "I understand you. You probably aren't the type to compromise or feel aggrieved for anyone. So… did Nan Gong Yu make your heart flutter? You've fallen for him, or are about to."

Song Huan Yan was a little dazed at first, then slowly raised an eyebrow and gave a cool smile, "I don't like him. I don't feel any flutter. As for love… I really have no feeling for it anymore."

"I even… don't quite know what love is, a bit… confused. I don't want to like him, nor feel any flutter. I want us to be like courteous spouses, each being the perfect husband and perfect wife. But excessive worrying, overthinking, being anxious about gains and losses, etc., I… don't want any of that anymore."

Sang Wan said, "I think I kind of understand. Then… why would you consider giving up?"

Song Huan Yan fell silent, thinking very seriously and earnestly.

After thinking for a while, she said, "I think, perhaps because he's a good person, at least I think he's good, I think he's good to me. So… I would consider giving up. I feel… he… is worth it."

"Would you be unwilling to accept it?" Sang Wan continued to ask.

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, "Just thinking that the plan might be ruined feels terrible, unwilling, aggrieved, upset."

Sang Wan was amused by her cuteness and said, "Then perhaps you do like him. It's just that you don't notice it, or you refuse to admit it, deliberately ignoring it and not probing further."

Song Huan Yan shrugged, "That's fine as it is. What is there to probe? Whether we like or not doesn't matter, what kind of like doesn't matter. What matters is that the two of us are together, need each other, treat each other well. That's more important than… like or not, love or not."

Sang Wan said, "Hmm. Maybe. After all, deep affection doesn't compare to long companionship."

Song Huan Yan said, "I said I might consider giving up. But maybe it's just talk. Who knows?"

Sang Wan stared at her, "Then it's still unwilling."

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, "Unwilling."

Those unwilling to hurt her just float away lightly.

The final outcome is nothing but leaving Kyoto, losing the current wealth and honor.

But perhaps going elsewhere could bring success, or at least a carefree life.

If that's the case, how could she be content?

The person she truly loved turned into an ugly, snarling demon, stabbing a knife into her heart.

That wasn't enough; they also want to crush her heart to pieces.

Still not enough; they also want her left with nothing, forced to survive pitifully.

If those schemes come true, who will pity Song Huan Yan, foot the bill for her, support her?

So, if we don't let those demons be shattered to pieces, leaving no chance for her to rise again in this life, how could she be content?

Thus, she's also conflicted, which is why she didn't bring this up with Nan Gong Yu last night.

She only said maybe… she might consider giving up.

When she's emotional, she says that because Nan Gong Yu is worth considering.

But once she thinks of this hatred, she becomes hard‑hearted again.

At that moment, Song Huan Yan's phone suddenly rang, pulling her out of the hateful thoughts.

It was Tang Chenge calling.

Song Huan Yan answered.

Tang Chenge said, "Qin Zi Mo asked for leave and still didn't come to the set. Li Zihang said he was hit by the news of your marriage and fell ill, unable to get up."

Song Huan Yan said, "Hmm, I understand. Qin Jiao Jiao came to the office early."

Tang Chenge said, "That's really unexpected for me. This person must be ill, right? He's the one who betrays and schemes, all disgusting. Now that he knows you're married, he's gone mad again? Is he faking? Seeking sympathy? Testing whether you still have feelings for him? I think he's truly seriously ill."

Song Huan Yan raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, "Don't worry about him. The leave is only approved for one day. Tell him he must go to the set tomorrow for normal filming. If he can't, replace him immediately, let him do whatever he wants."

Even if Qin Zi Mo is deeply shaken, he could go crazy in various ways.

But one thing is certain: he is still under her control, and that cannot change.

Unless Qin Zi Mo truly wants nothing, or suddenly gets an awesome background.

But none of those are possible.

"Hmm." Tang Chenge nodded, "Got it. Also, Qiao An took leave, saying she's ill. I guess it's because she was angry last night. Serves her right! She thought that by cozying up to Nan Gong Jue she could leap over you, but ended up being pressed to the ground. She probably never dreamed you'd marry Nan Gong Yu. She likely went home and vomited half a bucket of blood out of anger. It's a delight to hear, better to die of rage than to come out and disgust people."

Tang Chenge's words made Song Huan Yan laugh, and she said, "Anyway, it's only approved for one day. This drama has been delayed repeatedly."

Tang Chenge said, "Exactly, the delays are getting on my nerves! Day after day you don't film properly, always causing trouble!"

Tang Chenge can rest for a while after finishing each project.

This time the repeated delays really made her angry, delaying her rest.

Song Huan Yan said, "I've been meaning to tell you. This drama must speed up. All filming must be completed within a month, no more delays. Can we do it?"

Tang Chenge thought for a moment, "If we rush the work, it should be fine."

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded, "Then let's rush. Also, this drama, not only the male and female leads, but the supporting characters also need to stand out, become famous, and take off."

Tang Chenge: "Got it. It's always been this standard, don't worry, leave it all to me."

"Mm." Song Huan Yan said, "I can trust you."

The two hung up.

Song Huan Yan furrowed her brows, thought for a moment, then said to Sang Wan, "I still have some plans for this drama to arrange; write them down. Then issue orders for the departments to cooperate; the task must be completed."

"Okay." Sang Wan nodded, took out a phone and opened a voice recorder, "Your turn."

"Later you should contact Chenge, have her send the already‑filmed material to the editing department, and start editing simultaneously. Also, the promotion department should begin the pre‑release hype at the same time, stir up the buzz, and put out some behind‑the‑scenes clips first. Notify them; by tomorrow the promotion department must give me a plan, including pre‑ and post‑release strategies. Moreover, the video platform can schedule it now. I demand that the day after filming finishes—at most the third day—it be online. The hype must be stoked; the water army, the press releases, everything must keep up."

"Mm. Anything else?" Sang Wan said.

"There's more." Song Huan Yan paused, thinking, then said, "Edit and promote in sync. On the first day the drama airs, we must start taking on business activities—variety shows, interviews, and some domestic brand endorsements. Also prepare a tour and fan meetings. I want the drama to explode at launch, become a phenomenon after it finishes, and then all the business deals follow. The key is to have the planning department also produce a plan for me. We'll fund an international film project, cast the two as the male and female leads, and bring in famous foreign actors. The director will be a foreign one collaborating with Chenge; the project will be set up abroad. Start preparing the script now."

"What's the budget?" Sang Wan raised an eyebrow.

"One billion."

Sang Wan was somewhat surprised.

"Don't worry. If the two work seriously, they'll earn the money back. In the end the only unlucky ones will be the two; they'll lose so much they'll end up in prison for life."

"Mm, fine. I'll arrange it right away."

"Six months." Song Huan Yan said, "All this must be finished within at most six months. Six months later the two will be internationally renowned; I'll give them only half a month to revel."

"The plan is fine," Sang Wan said, "the timing works too. But… is it a bit early to draft the plan now? As we just discussed, if the Nan Gong family blocks it for face‑saving, your plans will die and we'll have to start over."

Song Huan Yan's eyes hardened slightly, and she said nothing.

"The new plan is to outright blacklist the two—replace them and reshoot the drama, or just scrap the project."

"Since they're public figures, an unfounded blacklist, recasting, or scrapping the project would make the fans go berserk; they'll definitely demand an explanation."

"That's not hard at all. An excuse can always be found. If we want to deal with them quietly, they have no power to resist; whatever we tell them they'll have to comply. Only if they truly want to die completely would they refuse, right?"

"Mm. But the Nan Gong Jue matter can't be delayed long. Tonight I'll talk to Lord Yu, so within a few days we'll know Nan Gong Jue's thoughts and attitude. So it doesn't conflict with drafting the plan. The plan can be started now; in the end we'll see… whether to execute or… abandon…"

Sang Wan saw Song Huan Yan say the word "abandon," and his eyes clearly showed some unwillingness.

"Just follow your plan; after all, it's only a plan. Maybe once Nan Gong Jue finds out, he'll even want her to get her comeuppance more than you do."

"Mm."

Afternoon.

Originally Song Huan Yan planned whether to discuss with Nan Gong Yu, and to return to the Song Residence for dinner that night.

But Nan Gong Yu called her, saying, "Tonight Mom wants the two of us to go back to the Old Mansion for dinner."

"Oh, okay."

"I'll pick you up this afternoon."

"Alright."

After thinking she said, "Then… when are we going back to the Song Residence for a meal?"

"This weekend. Returning to the Song Residence requires proper etiquette, so we'll have lunch at the Song Residence."

"Okay," Song Huan Yan replied; the weekend is two days away, perfect to inform Ning Shuyue first.

"Mom said the second child and his partner will also go back."