Chapter 55: Song Qicheng

The call was placed to Tang Chenge.

Tang Chenge answered and asked first, "Did you flash?"

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded.

Tang Chenge screamed on the other end, and before she could ask, Song Huan Yan said, "Is Qin Zi Mo injured?"

"No." Tang Chenge said, "He was taken away by Leng Jian Yue's people, then came back on his own, and is now filming."

Song Huan Yan opened the bedroom door, "Revise this script. Add more kissing scenes and intimate scenes, make it more ambiguous and provocative."

Tang Chenge slowly narrowed her eyes, "Got it!"

Song Huan Yan sat on the bedside, "The kissing scenes require real kisses, put genuine feeling into them. For intimate scenes, don't use body doubles or stand‑ins."

Tang Chenge covered her mouth and laughed, "Understood!"

Song Huan Yan was about to hang up when Tang Chenge asked, "Do you know what Leng Jian Yue is after Qin Zi Mo this time?"

Song Huan Yan inhaled, and briefly explained the matter to Tang Chenge.

Tang Chenge clenched her fist in anger, "Damn bastard! Yan Yan, are you letting that scumbag and cheap girl get away with this? Should we expose them right away and ruin the two of them?"

Song Huan Yan kept her composure and said, "No rush, it's just a lie. According to the plan, first lift him to the pinnacle, let him think he's achieved fame and success, let him fully enjoy the vanity at the top, riding the spring breeze, basking in endless glory, and then..."

Song Huan Yan's usually cool tone suddenly turned ruthless, "Then in an instant drag him down to hell! Strip him of everything, crush him to pieces, and have him rot in prison forever!"

Speaking of that, Song Huan Yan clenched her teeth for the first time, "First pamper the fat one then kill him; that's the only way to feel satisfied and avenge the hatred in my heart!"

"Otherwise, it would be too cheap for him." Song Huan Yan glanced at her fingernails, restrained her emotions, and her tone turned cool and indifferent again, "His lies can't hurt me at all."

In fact, Song Huan Yan has always been cool and elegant, unruffled, but no one knows how much hatred she harbors inside!

For years she poured her youth, thoughts, and money, only to have Qin Zi Mo waste it all!

If I don't finish off Qin Zi Mo, it means Song Huan Yan has no skill!

A high‑level scheme is to keep the fat meat on the hook, watch the other party pour everything into trying to bite, thinking they can get it, yet they never can! It's all illusion, like chasing water in a bamboo basket—nothing but emptiness!

That's when it feels good.

"Alright." Tang Chenge said, "Got it, we'll keep steady. Watch him cause trouble, watch him laugh, watch him build a tall building and then watch it collapse—so satisfying!"

Song Huan Yan hummed.

Tang Chenge also talked to her about Nan Gong Yu's matters.

After the chat, Tang Chenge said, "Whether it's a long‑planned scheme or mutual respect, this person is truly great. I never expected someone of his status to be so top‑notch good; it's really your blessing, indeed good rice doesn't fear being late. In short, congratulations!"

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Thank you."

Tang Chenge smiled, "The chief bridesmaids at your wedding will definitely be me and Sang Sang!"

Song Huan Yan replied, "It's a must."

Tang Chenge added, "What's up with Leng Jian Yue? What's his deal? Why is he being so meddlesome? Does he ruin things when he can't get them? Or is he persistently chasing you, this nonsense, actually to help his sister and to mess up you and Nan Gong Yu?"

"I don't know what's really going on in his mind." Song Huan Yan frowned slightly, "He's complicated, his behavior is erratic, making him hard to guess. But regardless, Nan Gong Yu and I are already married. He isn't stupid, he won't act rashly; he should have limits. He may seem meddlesome, but each step is likely a precise plan. We still can't pinpoint his purpose, what he actually wants."

"Hmm." Tang Chenge nodded, "Alright then. Let's ignore him for now; with Nan Gong Yu holding things down, no one with eyes would dare trouble you! Having a man to rely on is reassuring, but only if he's reliable; otherwise he's useless."

"Hmm." Song Huan Yan nodded in agreement.

At midnight, Song Huan Yan was still binge‑watching short dramas.

She watched with great relish.

She wants to restructure the company, venture into the short‑drama field, and is still researching.

Just as she was watching enthusiastically, a WeChat message popped up.

Song Huan Yan tapped it open and froze for a moment.

It turned out to be sent proactively by Nan Gong Yu.

It was still a voice message.

Song Huan Yan chuckled; she got it—he really hates typing.

The message wasn't long, and Song Huan Yan played it.

A habitually cool male voice came, "Huan Yan, I'm here."

Song Huan Yan, holding the phone, was a bit silent; he even voluntarily reported his whereabouts?

She hadn't even sent a message to check whether he landed safely.

Checking the time, Song Huan Yan thought it over and replied, "Okay."

Nan Gong Yu didn't reply.

Song Huan Yan waited a while, didn't send anything else, and just kept watching the drama.

But two minutes later, Nan Gong Yu suddenly messaged, "Still not asleep?"

Song Huan Yan replied, "I'm binge‑watching short dramas, will sleep later. Over there… what time is it?"

Nan Gong Yu again sent a voice, "Just about to have dinner."

Song Huan Yan responded, "Then enjoy your meal."

At that moment, a knock sounded at the door.

Song Huan Yan frowned, "It's so late… who is it?"

She got up, put on a nightgown, phone in hand, and went to open the door.

Seeing the visitor, she was surprised, "Big brother?"

Song Qicheng's face was flushed, and he reeked of strong alcohol.

Standing in the doorway, his gaze was both bright and heavy.

"Why are you drinking so much?" Song Huan Yan frowned, "Weren't you on a business trip abroad?"

"May I… come in and sit?" Song Qicheng asked.

Song Huan Yan's brow furrowed further, "Big brother, it's late. You've had so much to drink; you should go rest first."

After saying that, Song Huan Yan was about to close the door, but she didn't expect Song Qicheng to block the doorway and not move, his gaze fixed deeply on her face, "Yan Yan, big brother just… wants to talk with you."

At that moment, Song Huan Yan's cell phone message notification sounded; it must be Nan Gong Yu's reply.

Song Huan Yan said, "It's too late, not convenient, let's talk tomorrow."

Song Qicheng, however, persisted, "Are you afraid I might do something to you, Yan Yan? You distrust me like this, even though we grew up together."

Song Huan Yan had no choice but to nod, "What do you want to talk about with me?"

Song Qicheng lifted his foot and walked toward the Bedroom and Living Room.

Song Huan Yan frowned and followed.

The two sat down on the sofa, and the message sound rang again.

But before she could look, Song Qicheng said, "Yan Yan, you really don't know?"

Song Huan Yan inhaled, "Know what? Big brother, you might be drunk; why not talk about it tomorrow?"

"I won't." Song Qicheng, indeed drunk, stared at her, "You don't know my feelings for you?"

Song Huan Yan was stunned, instantly not knowing what to say.

So… her previous guess was correct?

Even worse, her phone's ringtone suddenly rang.

Song Huan Yan looked, and indeed it was a video call from Nan Gong Yu.

"Yan Yan." Song Qicheng stared at her heavily, "Can you listen to me? Don't answer the call."

Song Huan Yan frowned, a bit torn.

Song Qicheng seemed quite drunk; if she drove him away outright, she felt a bit reluctant.

And what if it escalates?

It's the middle of the night.

A drunk person's emotions are unstable…

Song Huan Yan could only nod, "You speak."

After speaking, she set the phone aside, thinking she would wait until Song Qicheng left later, then talk to Nan Gong Yu.

But she didn't expect Song Qicheng to suddenly sit beside her.

Song Huan Yan was startled and instinctively moved aside.

Unexpectedly, she accidentally hit the Answer Button!

Song Huan Yan: "...."

Even more absurd, Song Huan Yan hadn't even picked up the phone, and Nan Gong Yu hadn't spoken yet.

Song Qicheng, however, spoke first, his voice hoarse and urgent, laced with deep suppressed pain, "Yan Yan, you really don't feel anything? You really can't sense that big brother has always liked you?"