Chapter 61 The Pitiful Collapsed Bed Net

Chapter 61 The Pitiful Collapsed Bed Net

On January 17, 1949, the front page of the newspaper extensively reported: The Huaihai Campaign has ended, and the Nationalist army suffered a crushing defeat!

Broadcasts and newspapers were all discussing how, after the liberation of Xuzhou, Nanjing would be next.

People were divided on whether Nanjing could hold out.

Amid the lively discussions in the media, the "Ask Mi" column in the first issue of Wanxiang Magazine, featuring Mi Xian's accurate prediction of the end and outcome of the Huaihai Campaign, also stirred up quite a bit of discussion.

After waking up, Lin Yufan read the newspaper in the living room before heading downstairs.

Downstairs, everyone was gathered in the living room, also reading the newspaper.

Hearing footsteps, Zhao Jingxiu looked up and saw Lin Yufan. She asked eagerly, "First Madam, that Mi Xian from your magazine is so accurate! Where did you find such a divine person?"

Lin Yufan smiled, "How could I possibly invite such a divine person? It was a submitted manuscript. I don't even know who Mi Xian is."

Geng Dongping also marveled, "Such accuracy is truly miraculous. Even with insider information, neither the Nationalists nor the Communists knew the campaign would end yesterday half a month ago! Who would have thought divination could be this accurate."

Chen Dandan was somewhat skeptical of divination, "It might just be luck, a fluke. After all, people win the lottery all the time."

Zhao Jingxiu, who never liked the Fourth Concubine because of her arrogance, retorted, "If you're so lucky, why don't you try guessing something for me?"

Liu Fang quickly tugged at her daughter, "Jingxiu, you can't speak to your elders so rudely."

Zhao Jingxiu muttered, "A concubine trying to act like my elder? I don't acknowledge her."

Living under someone else's roof and still acting so recklessly, Liu Fang wished she could shut her daughter's mouth.

Chen Dandan's expression changed instantly, "Second Madam, aren't you going to scold her?"

Liu Fang, flustered and full of guilt, said, "I'm sorry, Dandan, this child doesn't know how to talk properly..."

"It's not that she doesn't know how to talk; she looks down on me from the core of her being," Chen Dandan said, full of grievance.

Wang Junyao, sitting nearby, remembered how Chen Dandan had publicly contradicted her last time, saying Ji Shuping couldn't be invited to celebrate the New Year at home. Wang Junyao handed Jingxiu an orange she had peeled, "Why get upset with a child? Jingxiu, have an orange."

Chen Dandan felt even more wronged.

Before she could blow up, Geng Dongping quickly changed the subject, "First Madam, I read in the second issue of the magazine that Mi Xian predicted it would snow in Hong Kong during the New Year. Will it really snow?"

Lin Yufan shook her head, "I don't know if it will snow."

Chen Dandan, always direct, said, "You can get lucky and win the lottery, but no matter how lucky you are, you can't hit the jackpot twice in a row. Besides, it has never snowed in Hong Kong. How could it snow there..."

"Just because it hasn't happened before doesn't mean it can't happen!" Zhao Jingxiu's stubbornness clashed with Chen Dandan's.

Chen Dandan rolled her eyes, "What's the point of arguing with me? Do you dare to bet? Do you? Do you have the guts to bet with me?!"

Provoked, Zhao Jingxiu handed the orange in her hand to Lin Mingzhe, "Bet it is! What are we betting? If it's money, I don't have any."

Chen Dandan said, "If you lose, you have to kowtow to me on New Year's Day and call me sister-in-law!"

Zhao Jingxiu wasn't afraid, "Fine, if it doesn't snow, I'll kowtow to you. But if it does snow, you have to kowtow to me and call me auntie!"

"Deal! With so many people watching, you better not back out!"

"Whoever backs out is a dog!"

Lin Yufan: "..."

Wouldn’t the New Year be quite lively?

Everyone held back their laughter, unsure how to step in.

Liu Fang quickly reprimanded, "Jingxiu, you're becoming more and more unruly."

"She's the one who wanted to bet with me!" Zhao Jingxiu shot back defiantly.

Not one to shy away from adding fuel to the fire, Lin Mingzhe, who was biased towards Zhao Jingxiu, mumbled through a mouthful of orange, "Aunt Jingxiu, you're definitely going to win, for sure!"

His mother snapped, "Lin Mingzhe, hurry up and pack your school bag. You have exams coming up, and then winter break. Aren’t you the least bit worried?"

Geng Dongping steered the conversation elsewhere, "Ai Ming isn't feeling well, so she's having breakfast upstairs and won't be coming down."

Lin Yufan couldn't tell if Zhang Aiming was actually sick or just using it as an excuse not to come downstairs. She asked, "Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

"We already called a doctor. He said she has poor health and is deficient in both qi and blood. He prescribed some medicine and advised her to rest more."

Lin Yufan guessed that Zhang Aiming likely had her reasons for not coming downstairs and didn't press further.

Chen Dandan was still fuming. She got up to go to the dining room for breakfast and couldn't help but mutter as she passed Zhao Jingxiu, "I’ll believe it when I see snow falling from the sky in Hong Kong."

Zhao Jingxiu was about to retort, but her mother clamped a hand over her mouth. When she finally broke free, Liu Fang said to her, "You just wait until New Year's Day to kneel and kowtow to the fourth concubine."

Everyone else thought the same.

Frankly speaking, few believed it would snow in Hong Kong.

Including Zhao Jingxiu.

Zhao Jingxiu stuck out her lower lip, still defiant, "What if it really does snow?"

After breakfast, Lin Yufan went upstairs and bumped into Zhao Zhiao coming down from the third floor.

He had likely just checked on Zhang Aiming.

Lin Yufan whispered, "Is she okay?"

Zhao Zhiao shook his head, "She's fine, nothing to worry about. Are you going to the publishing house this morning?"

Lin Yufan hurried towards the bedroom, "I missed the start of filming for 'The Gold Heist' yesterday due to other commitments. Today, I want to visit the set. I'll go to the publishing house later."

Zhao Zhiao followed her, "Which actor did they cast for the male lead?"

"Not an actor. It's someone my Fifth Brother recommended, a former low-ranking gang member from the Green Gang. Apparently, he's perfect for the role of A Long," Lin Yufan said as she opened the door to the living room.

Zhao Zhiao raised an eyebrow, "A real gangster?"

"He’s left that life behind."

Once inside the living room, Zhao Zhiao closed the door, "Have you met him?"

"I haven't. The director made the decision. These decisions should be left to the professionals."

Zhao Zhiao let it drop. Knowing that Lin Yufan would be going to the publishing house later, he followed her into the walk-in closet and said, "Why don’t you chat with Wang Muxun this afternoon."

"About what?" Lin Yufan opened the wardrobe and began selecting a scarf.

"I've been going over 'The Mantis' these past few days..."

Lin Yufan paused, turned to look at him, and teased with a smile, "Are you hooked on a pretty tasteless novel?"

Zhao Zhiao was amused by her, "First of all, I'm not hooked on the novel. Secondly, it is indeed a pretty tasteless novel. My stance hasn't changed."

"Then why are you going over it again?"

"Have you noticed that the male protagonist in 'The Mantis' is a lot like me?"

Lin Yufan had already picked out a scarf and was holding it in her hand, "Are you talking about his identity?"

She had indeed had her suspicions.

"Yes, although the backgrounds are different, the male protagonist, like me, is a businessman who also serves the country. And then, his story, the ending matches your dream—the two brothers were blown up!"

Lin Yufan was stunned for a moment. She mumbled under her breath, "The novel didn't mention the male protagonist's brother being blown up..."

"Right, it wasn't explicitly written in the novel, but when Wang Muxun was deciphering it, he said that the lover of the male protagonist's brother blew up the two brothers in a car."

When Wang Muxun was deciphering, Gu Huiling happened to be talking to Lin Yufan. She only heard the first half of the sentence, "Tang Lang's brother's lover plotted to seize the family property," but didn't hear the latter part with the word "brothers."

"Are you sure you got that right? Did Wang Muxun say that the male protagonist's brother was also blown up?"

"I heard it very clearly. I’m positive." Zhao Zhiao was very certain.

If the two brothers were blown up at the end of 'The Mantis,' then Tang Lang is indeed a lot like Zhao Zhiao.

Lin Yufan had her suspicions, but since the novel didn't explicitly state that Tang Lang's brother was also blown up, she missed this connection.

Also, if 'The Mantis' is about Zhao Zhiao's story, then Wang Muxun, knowing that Zhao Zhiao is her husband, how could he not give her a heads-up at all?

But now even Zhao Zhiao suspects—it’s not just in her head.

"I'll talk to him." Lin Yufan remembered Wang Muxun's deciphering. "If it really is your story, then who is Li Xiang's lover?"

Zhao Zhiao looked at his wife, his gaze slightly lowered. His lover is you!

But she couldn’t have killed him!

He took the scarf from her hand, folded it, and tied it around her neck. "Li Xiang likely doesn’t have a lover now, but he will definitely have one in the future."

After the conversation, Lin Yufan didn’t feel like visiting the film set. She went straight back to the publishing house.

When she reached the third-floor office, He Xiaoqing saw her and came out to take her bag.

"Sis Fan, many reporters called today, asking to interview Mi Xian. Editor Wang wondered if we could set it up?"

Wang Muxun wondered if we could set it up?

Lin Yufan: "Next time you get such calls, just turn them down."

"Can't arrange it?"

"Just say we don't have Mi Xian's contact information. She sent her work in by mail. If the reporters insist on an interview, they can interview Wang Muxun."

"Understood."

Lin Yufan looked around the office and noticed that Wang Muxun was not at his seat, and Hui Yan was also absent.

He Xiaoqing, noticing her gaze, quickly reminded her, "They are having a meeting with Director Chen in the conference room."

Lin Yufan walked in and knocked on the door before entering the conference room.

Director Chen, seeing her enter, stood up with a smile, "President, we are listing the work tasks for the end of the year."

Lin Yufan pulled out a chair and sat down, "Please continue, I'll just listen in."

With the boss present, they naturally couldn't ignore her. Director Chen immediately opened his notebook to report on the work.

"Our work here is almost complete, just in time to report the situation to you."

Lin Yufan's mind was on Wang Muxun. As soon as she entered, Wang Muxun looked up at her.

When Lin Yufan's gaze swept over his face, he lowered his eyes thoughtfully, their eyes not meeting much.

Director Chen: "As of January, we have published six 30-cent novels. The publishing pace is slower than expected, mainly because 'The Gold Heist' and 'The Passionate Tenant' are constantly being reprinted, and the printing press is a bit overwhelmed. Both Hui Yan and I agree that we can slow down appropriately."

Hui Yan: "The New Year is coming up, and the printing press will be even busier. It's hard to schedule orders. We believe releasing three 30-cent novels in the latter half of the month will suffice. The focus should still be on striking while the iron is hot, quickly reprinting a few popular 30-cent novels."

Lin Yufan nodded, "Let's proceed with your plan."

Director Chen adjusted his glasses, "Although both issues of the magazine are operating at a loss, considering some accounts that have not yet been recovered, January is currently showing a slight profit, and the second half of the month will be even more profitable. After so many years since the founding of our publishing house, this year, we can finally celebrate a profitable Spring Festival."

Wang Muxun joked, "Our magazine is lagging behind."

Hui Yan laughed, "Don't say that. Yesterday, the Huaihai Campaign ended, and this morning I saw several people buying the second issue of 'Panorama' at the newsstand. If it snows during the Spring Festival, the third issue of 'Panorama' might sell out!"

Wang Muxun was confident, "I believe it will sell out."

Lin Yufan: "Just now, Xiaoqing told me that reporters want to interview Mi Xian. I've already instructed Xiaoqing to decline. We all agree that Mi Xian submitted the manuscript herself, and her identity remains unknown to us. Wang Muxun, when you accept interviews from reporters, remember to explain this clearly."

Wang Muxun thought Lin Yufan's friend didn't want to show up, so he nodded, "Okay. I understand, I will explain."

Lin Yufan added, "Whether it snows during the New Year or not, there will surely be a cold wave. Let's prepare more warm clothes and food to distribute to the poor in the shantytowns before the New Year. Let's help as much as we can. Tomorrow we'll have a preparatory meeting, and I will provide the funds."

The boss was willing to fund the charity effort, and everyone raised their hands in agreement.

Hui Yan said, "This is a great initiative. It aids those in need, performs good deeds, and enhances our publishing house's reputation."

After the meeting concluded, everyone stood to leave, but Lin Yufan stayed seated.

"Muxun, stay. I need to discuss something with you."

Wang Muxun, who had just stood up, sat back down. After everyone else left, he asked, "Is this regarding the third issue of the magazine?"

Lin Yufan shook her head, "No. I want to discuss 'The Mantis' with you."

Wang Muxun thought Lin Yufan wanted to discuss the movie adaptation, "Sure."

"During dinner that day, did you mention that Tang Lang's brother's lover caused an explosion that killed Tang Lang and his brother in their car?"

"Yes. Why?"

So she hadn't heard the entire story.

Lin Yufan's heartstrings tightened instantly. The truth she had been seeking for so long had come so effortlessly?

She struggled to maintain her composure, "By killing the brothers, the male lead's brother's lover could inherit the male lead's property? Is there no one else in the male lead's family?"

Wang Muxun: "The setting is that there are no other people left."

Lin Yufan pressed on: "What about the prototype?"

Wang Muxun became cautious and unwilling to elaborate: "I don’t know much about the prototype."

Seeing his reluctance, Lin Yufan lowered her head slightly.

When she looked up again, she had already figured out how to get him to talk.

"You told me before that the protagonist and his brother are half-siblings, and the protagonist's stepmother is still alive. So how could his brother's lover inherit the family's estate?"

Did he really say that?

Since what she said was indeed true, Wang Muxun wasn't sure if he had actually mentioned it, but seeing her confident expression, he suspected he might have.

Wang Muxun had no choice but to change the subject: "The prototype is one thing, but in my setting, after the protagonist and his brother die, there are no other relatives left."

Wang Muxun didn’t deny her statement, so the protagonist and his brother’s prototypes were indeed half-siblings, and the stepmother was still alive.

If that was the case, then it was clear—Tang Lang was Zhao Zhiao!

Otherwise, such a coincidence wouldn't exist.

The tension in her heart suddenly eased, the dark clouds outside parted, and sunlight streamed through the window. She had finally uncovered the truth!

But why wouldn’t Wang Muxun tell her the truth? She couldn’t figure it out.

Wang Muxun thought Lin Yufan wanted to discuss the adaptation of *The Mantis*. "Do you also think the ending needs to be changed?"

Lin Yufan didn't directly confront him but followed his lead: "Everyone thinks Tang Lang shouldn't die."

"Whether he lives or dies is sometimes predestined. It shouldn't be changed too much." That was his principle—except for his own business and the people he cared about, nothing else should be changed.

"Predestined? What do you mean by that?"

Wang Muxun explained: "If Tang Lang doesn’t die, the ending loses its punch and no longer fits the theme of 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.'"

Lin Yufan disagreed: "You can’t kill off the protagonist just for shock value. There aren't so many so-called predestined fates. You’re the author—you can rewrite his fate! Let him live."

Wang Muxun shook his head: "If the ending is changed, I won’t sell the copyright."

Lin Yufan was surprised by Wang Muxun’s firmness. She changed her approach: "You told me before that *The Mantis* is based on a real story you heard. You just changed the setting. Can you tell me about that real story?"

Wang Muxun tapped his teacup lightly: "The original story was set in Haicheng. I localized it and changed it to a story in Hong Kong."

"Is that all?"

"That's it."

Lin Yufan: "The first time you told me you changed the story’s setting, I asked what you changed, and you said it was confidential. If it's that simple, why did you keep it from me?"

"..." Wang Muxun didn't expect Lin Yufan to remember so clearly. He awkwardly smiled: "I’ve told you everything I know."

Lin Yufan wondered if Wang Muxun was afraid to bring up his reincarnation.

"I have a friend who often dreams of the future. I followed her advice and changed my fate! Helping people change their fate isn't a bad thing. Saving a life is more virtuous than building a seven-story pagoda." Lin Yufan stared at him, trying to guide him. "My friend said there are quite a few people in this world who can dream of the future like her..."

Dreams of the future? Wang Muxun finally understood why Lin Yufan’s fate had changed so drastically.

Was he also going to tell her that he dreams about the future?

No, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He still wasn’t willing to alter Zhao Zhiao’s fate.

Wang Muxun swallowed hard and said, "You’re kind and fortunate to have met someone who helped change your fate. This fortune is well-deserved."

Lin Yufan looked at him expectantly, only to hear these words. She felt a pang of disappointment and couldn’t fathom why Wang Muxun refused to be honest with her.

Couldn’t he at least hint at it, even if he framed it as a dream?

Seeing how stubborn he was, she knew pressing further would be pointless. She didn’t want this to drive a wedge between them. Lin Yufan felt a twinge of disappointment; she had believed Wang Muxun saw her as a genuine friend.

Apparently, that wasn’t completely true.

Oh well, maybe he has his reasons.

Even without his confirmation, she had pieced together most of the truth. There was no point in pushing him.

Still, she was thankful to Wang Muxun for writing the story, which finally shed light on how Zhao Zhiao had died in her past life. Now she could take steps to prevent it from happening again.

Lin Yufan smiled and said, "It’s your call whether to change the ending. I’ll respect your decision."

"Thanks," Wang Muxun replied, a hint of guilt in his voice.

In her past life, on New Year’s Eve in 1949, a bitter cold snap swept through the city, claiming the lives of many poor residents in the shantytowns.

Lin Yufan stood up and said, "New Year’s Eve is less than two weeks away. This year’s going to be bitterly cold. When you speak to reporters, make sure to encourage everyone to prepare for the cold and help improve the lives of the less fortunate. Can you do that?"

Wang Muxun nodded eagerly, "I’ll do my best to spread the word."

She left the conference room, picked up her handbag, and headed to Tianqi Company to meet Zhao Zhiao.

Zhao Zhiao was in his office, holding a meeting with a few executives.

Everyone rose to greet Mrs. Zhao as she entered, adding to the already stiff atmosphere.

Lin Yufan sat in the corner, quietly listening.

She heard Zhao Zhiao direct, "The trading company needs to stock up on charcoal, tarps, winter coats, rice, and other essentials. Get as much as you can. Some will be sold, and the rest will go to the shantytown residents before the New Year..."

Once the meeting ended, Zhao Zhiao approached her and asked, "So, how did it go?"

Lin Yufan put down the magazine in her hand, "Wang Muxun didn’t want to say much, but I managed to get some information out of him. The prototype should be similar to you, with a half-brother and a stepmother in the family..."

The couple shared a knowing look and lightly tapped hands in tacit agreement.

Finding the truth was absolutely good news!

Zhao Zhiao was still puzzled, "This is something that happened in your dream. Even you didn’t fully understand it. Why would Wang Muxun know about it?"

Lin Yufan couldn’t explain that Wang Muxun was a reincarnated person—it was too absurd. She could only shake her head, "Who knows? But it’s better to believe it than not. We should still take precautions."

Zhao Zhiao nodded, "Don’t worry about that. If I knew the truth and still got killed, then I really deserved it. But there’s no rush now. Next, I’ll wait and see when Zhao Lixiang’s so-called lover appears."

Lin Yufan suggested, "You two brothers should avoid traveling in the same car from now on."

Zhao Zhiao nodded, "Alright, I’ll take your advice, dear."

As for what kind of girlfriend Zhao Lixiang is looking for, he can't meddle anymore.

If he doesn't meddle, could Ji Shuping be Zhao Lixiang's lover?

If Ji Shuping wants to kill him, it's definitely not just about the property.

Perhaps she knows the truth about her father and brother's deaths, and she used the method he used to kill her father to kill both of them.

He wiped out her Ji family, so she wants to wipe out his Zhao family.

I never expected that Ji Shuping, who seems beautiful, gentle, and enthusiastic, would be more ruthless than her two brothers!

"You seem a bit unhappy?" Zhao Zhiao saw through her thoughts at a glance, "Because of Wang Muxun? Because he doesn't want to talk to you much?"

Lin Yufan didn't admit it; she changed the subject: "I was thinking we could collaborate on some charity work before the New Year—you provide the supplies, and we handle the publicity."

"Sure, just have our people coordinate."

He coaxed her: "Didn't you say I was killed in 1950? It's only 1949 now; we have plenty of time to investigate and then strike back. The most important thing now is to have a happy New Year. Only by being well-prepared can we ensure success. Come on, I'll treat you to a nice lunch, and in the afternoon, I'll accompany you to visit the film crew."

After saying that, Zhao Zhiao touched her head.

Lin Yufan smiled and dodged: "You messed up my hair."

*

At this moment, in the editorial office of the Hong Kong Ming Daily.

Xu Yinger, who had been interning for several days, turned around to talk to Zhao Lixiang.

"Brother Xiang, I'm writing a report on Mi Xian for the Wanxiang column; do you have any information you can share with me?"

Zhao Lixiang: "Mi Xian submitted the article herself; my sister-in-law hasn't met her, but they correspond. It's said that asking Mi Xian questions can shorten one's life, so don't ask too much."

Xu Yinger quickly noted down the key points: "Don't ask too much... Is Mi Xian male or female?"

Zhao Lixiang: "Female. A goddess."

"Oh, a goddess." Xu Yinger is cheerful and easily amused; Zhao Lixiang could make her laugh for a long time with just a simple joke.

Ji Shuping came downstairs and happened to see Zhao Lixiang and Xu Yinger chatting and laughing. Knowing that Xu Yinger is the daughter of the Shipping Magnate and not to be underestimated, she walked over with a smile: "Li Xiang, let's go eat."

Zhao Lixiang invited Xu Yinger: "We're going to the cafeteria; would you like to join us, Miss?"

Xu Yinger packed up her things: "Wait for me."

The three of them went to the cafeteria, each got their lunch, and sat around a table to eat.

Xu Yinger was still talking to Zhao Lixiang about Mi Xian.

Ji Shuping, being sociable, while transferring the braised pork from her bowl to Zhao Lixiang's, said: "No matter if it snows in Hong Kong on New Year's Eve, our newspaper can hype up this topic. With public attention, it's good for our newspaper and also good for Wanxiang Magazine. If Wanxiang Magazine sells well, we'll have to thank Sister Yufan for you."

Xu Yinger noticed that Ji Shuping was very familiar with Zhao Lixiang and his sister-in-law; she even suspected that Ji Shuping might be Zhao Lixiang's girlfriend. If that's the case, then her mother had made a wrong connection.

Xu Yinger: "This is my first time doing such a feature report, and I have no experience; I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

Ji Shuping: "Let Li Xiang help you; he has experience with feature reports."

"Show me your draft first." Zhao Lixiang had too much braised pork in his bowl; he complained to Ji Shuping, "You don't eat braised pork; why did you order so much?"

Ji Shuping smiled: "Don't you like it? I ordered it especially for you, to thank you for taking care of me for so long when my leg was injured."

Zhao Lixiang: "No need to be polite, I can't eat that much. Yinger, do you want some?"

Xu Yinger, tactful as ever, quickly covered her lunch box, "I don't like braised pork either."

*

In Zhuang Ziguang's office, Dong Yushan, head of Special Operations Team 1, sat across from him, giving his report.

Dong Yushan: "The basement of the Gangxing Paper Factory has been excavated, and a warehouse is being built on top these days. Everything seems normal for now. Also, the latest shipment of goods has been sent out without a hitch."

Zhuang Ziguang: "This shipment went smoothly because it's not important enough for the Communists to bother with."

There was a knock at the door; it was Xiao Zepeng.

Dong Yushan excused himself and left.

After Xiao Zepeng came in, he said, "Deputy Director Zhuang, I've been ordered to report directly to you from now on."

Zhuang Ziguang was quite surprised, he asked, "Is Director Gao aware of this?"

"He doesn't."

"What's going on?" Zhuang Ziguang pointed to a chair for Xiao Zepeng, "Sit."

Once seated, Xiao Zepeng said, "I searched Cui Yuan's place earlier and found that useful items had already been removed. So, Cui Yuan has accomplices. This accomplice is probably someone in our office. I set a telegraph trap to gauge the reactions of Wang Liu, Deng Kuan, Longjing, and Director Gao. Everyone except Longjing acted suspiciously. Wang Liu acts like he has no boundaries, pretending to be crazy; Deng Kuan is too indifferent and overly cautious; Director Gao is inconsistent with rewards and punishments, appearing to win people over while hiding something..."

Zhuang Ziguang looked at Xiao Zepeng as if he were a fool, slightly puzzled, "It can't be that all three of them are problematic, can it?"

Xiao Zepeng: "The higher-ups want these three kept out of confidential matters until we figure things out."

"Who gave you this order?"

"Director Qiu from the State Council; I used to work for him."

No wonder he felt bold enough to bypass the chain of command.

Zhuang Ziguang didn't like such people, but he couldn't show it, he only asked, "What's the plan moving forward?"

"I've already assigned people to watch each of them. We must root out the mole."

Zhuang Ziguang: "Let me know if you need any help."

In the afternoon, Zhao Zhiao accompanied Lin Yufan to visit the set of "The Gold Heist".

*

Inside the studio, they were shooting a scene where the male lead takes a cold shower.

Lin Yufan finally saw the legendary very handsome and muscular male lead. Originally feeling a bit down, the moment she saw the male lead, her eyes instantly lit up.

No wonder the director chose him on the spot; this male lead is just perfect!

Cough cough, Zhao Zhiao coughed a few times, whispering behind her, "Not that impressive!"

Lin Yufan didn't hear clearly, she turned back and asked, "What did you say?"

Zhao Zhiao looked up at the sky, "Nothing?"

At night, when the tassels on the mosquito net swayed the most, Zhao Zhiao suddenly stopped and asked her, "Am I better looking or is that A Long better looking!"

Lin Yufan, half-asleep and dangling in mid-air, pinched him, "Which A Long?"

After a long while, she finally realized who he was talking about. Lin Yufan was half-dead with anger: "He's handsome!"

She was furious! Who asks that kind of question at a time like this?

"You're blind!" He was truly unconvinced.

"You're the blind one!"

Her anger flared up, and she twisted even more fiercely.

Zhao Zhiao, nearly surrendering from the twisting, fiercely thrust forward. The stream splashed incessantly, and in the midst of their struggle, with a thud, the mosquito net collapsed once again.