Chapter 72

Chapter 72

At the time, Ying An saw that they were busy and said goodbye before leaving the villa. Not long after he left, Lin Chengyan received a message from Wen Fei asking him to come to the company.

Lin Tingyue hadn’t expected Ying An to return with Lin Chengyan.

When she saw Ying An again, Lin Tingyue felt pleased, though she wasn’t quite sure why.

It had only been a few hours since she last saw Ying An, but it felt like ages to her. She must have been thrown off by the two dramatic news updates she just heard—so much so that her sense of time was all messed up.

Seeing how delighted Lin Tingyue was, Lin Chengyan complained, “So I’m just invisible now?”

Lin Tingyue smiled sweetly. “Of course not! You’re not air, Second Brother!”

Lin Chengyan huffed and walked past the two into the villa.

If he stayed any longer, he’d definitely get teased by both of them!

After Lin Chengyan left, Ying An handed Lin Tingyue a gift bag. She looked at it and asked, “What is this?”

Ying An replied, “The aromatherapy you gave me really helped. This is a thank-you gift.”

“Glad it helped…” Lin Tingyue suddenly noticed something odd and looked up at Ying An. “But didn’t I give you the aromatherapy just this morning?”

“It’s still evening now. When did you use it, Mr. Ying?”

He had been too eager to return the favor and forgot about the timing. Ying An looked flustered and quickly explained, “I used it during my nap. It worked very well.”

Lin Tingyue nodded. “I see. So Mr. Ying takes naps?”

“Only when I’m free. When work piles up, I don’t have time for that.”

“That makes sense. Actors sometimes pull all-nighters when they’re busy. With such an erratic schedule, no wonder you struggle with insomnia.”

She looked at him sympathetically and said softly, “You must be exhausted.”

That look of concern made Ying An pause. He softened his tone. “Don’t worry about it. Your aromatherapy really helped. I just hope you like my gift.”

Without even opening it, Lin Tingyue smiled. “I appreciate any gift.”

Ying An smiled faintly. “I’m glad.”

As she unwrapped the gift, Lin Tingyue headed inside the villa.

Meanwhile, inside the villa, Bai Yaxin was scolding Lin Chengyan.

“You didn’t even invite your friend in? I’ve been reading online—minor fame takes hustle, but big fame takes luck. Lin Chengyan, with such low emotional intelligence, how will you succeed?”

She made it sound like he’d be stuck as a nobody forever.

Lin Chengyan pointed at himself and asked, “Mom, are you talking about me?”

Bai Yaxin sighed. “Yes.”

Lin Chengyan: “Mom, don’t you know I’m already a household name?”

Bai Yaxin: [deadpan] “….”

Lin Chengyan

He muttered gloomily, "Mom, going online is a good thing, but you can't just apply formulas willy-nilly."

Bai Yaxin huffed, "...The world's turned upside down. The son's become the mother now."

Seeing Bai Yaxin was genuinely about to get angry, Lin Chengyan immediately backed down. He grumbled, "Sorry, my dear mom."

Lin Chengyan walked behind Bai Yaxin and started massaging her shoulders. Bai Yaxin asked, "What did your manager want with you?"

"Ah, I'm at the peak of my popularity now, so of course I'm swamped with gigs until my hands cramp."

Bai Yaxin arched an eyebrow: "?"

He wasn't being passive-aggressive, was he?

"Go bother your father instead."

"You've got an A-lister giving you a shoulder rub, and you're not even happy about it."

Lin Chengyan walked over to Lin Rusong, who threw up his hands. "Stop, stop, I don't need it either. You finally have some free time—why aren't you looking for Cheng Jinshuang?"

Lin Chengyan snapped, "Can our family just not mention Cheng Jinshuang?"

Lin Rusong raised his eyebrows: "?"

So now I'm the bad guy?

He said sternly, "Who's really holding on here?"

Lin Chengyan clenched his fists, his gaze resolute. "Old Lin, Cheng Jinshuang is ancient history to me!"

Just as Lin Chengyan said this, Lin Tingyue and Ying An came through the door.

Hearing this, Lin Tingyue's internal commentary started up.

"She's in a relationship now—you really should move on."

Lin Chengyan: "."

Wahhh.

"Strange, why do I hear the sound of a heart breaking?"

It's your second brother—his heart is shattered into pieces. Lin Chengyan declared he was retreating to his room to rest. Watching his steps as he climbed the stairs, he might as well have been floating like a ghost.

Lin Tingyue shook her head dryly. "He still won't take the damn elevator."

Lin Chengyan stumbled, clutching his (already broken) heart, finding nothing left intact.

After exchanging quick greetings with her parents, Lin Tingyue decided to take Ying An upstairs.

She said, "Mr. Ying, this way—we'll take the elevator."

Lin Chengyan: "..."

I hate everything!

Inside the elevator, Lin Tingyue had already unwrapped the outer packaging with exaggerated care, holding an elegant gift box in her hands.

Lin Tingyue looked at Ying An, who said, "The clerk wrapped it for me."

"Really?"

"Let me see."

"Wait..."

Ying An wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.

"This was actually hand-wrapped by Mr. Ying himself... If there'd been time, he probably would've given me this gift the moment I mentioned returning the favor?"

A pink flush spread across Lin Tingyue’s cheeks. Had she just become part of the gossip herself?

"Mr. Ying is truly such a kind person!"

Ying An's ears turned red. He cleared his throat lightly as the elevator doors opened, and they stepped out. Ying An still didn’t follow her into her room.

Since he wasn’t going in, Lin Tingyue opened the box right at her doorway.

The moment the lid lifted, soothing music filled her ears, and before her eyes appeared a breathtaking starry sky projection.

"Lin Tingyue," Ying An reminded gently, "there are other projections besides the starry sky."

Each image had something to do with her—his own personal touch.

She took out the music box and noticed a button on top. Pressing it, the melody became more lively, and the stars transformed into a peaceful afternoon scene: a girl sleeping on a swing.

Lin Tingyue couldn't help but whisper, “So beautiful…”

With every change of projection, her eyes sparkled differently, shimmering like polished glass.

Ying An watched her closely and asked, “Do you like it?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “I love it.”

Though she’d never gotten such a gift before, she could tell this one was made with heart.

She had casually given him some aromatherapy, and now received such a thoughtful return.

For a moment, even Lin Tingyue, who usually cared so much about money, felt a little shy.

She said sincerely, “Why don’t you take some more aromatherapy with you?”

Ying An was silent for a moment, then replied, “Alright.”

Then she started worrying about something else.

“Is aromatherapy enough?”

“Lin Tingyue.”

“What is it?”

She turned to Ying An, who had suddenly called her name.

His face looked like a masterpiece from heaven—whether happy or serious, it held an irresistible charm.

At this moment, his expression was intensely focused.

Ying An said, "Miss Lin, the fact that you remembered my offhand comment and gave me something that could solve such troubles already makes me very happy."

Lin Tingyue thought sarcastically to herself.

"As expected of a film emperor, so smooth with words."

Another film emperor, who was once called lacking emotional intelligence by his mother: "..."

...

After National Day, the temperature in City A dropped suddenly. Coincidentally, Lin Xiawan had to go on a business trip, and Bai Yaxin, worried she might catch a cold, helped Lin Xiawan pack her luggage together with Lin Tingyue.

When Lin Xiawan returned after her call with Song Hezhu and looked at her suitcase, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mom, Tingyue, my suitcase can't fit all these things."

"Just take two suitcases then," Lin Tingyue suggested.

She was unfazed and even started looking for another suitcase.

Lin Xiawan quickly stopped Lin Tingyue and said gently, "I'm only going for a few days; there's no need to bring so much."

With that, Bai Yaxin began deciding what to leave behind.

"Scarf, hat, gloves—these are essentials, right?"

Lin Tingyue cut in, "Absolutely. I heard it's still snowing abroad these days."

Upon hearing about the snow, Bai Yaxin hurriedly added, "Then you'll need ginger tea and cold meds too."

In the end, Lin Xiawan left with a suitcase packed with their care. Lin Tingyue and Bai Yaxin even saw her off at the airport.

By the time Lin Xiawan arrived, her team was already there. Spotting her from afar, they came running over.

They were all very familiar with Lin Tingyue, affectionately calling her "Yue Yue darling," especially Xu Lanfeng, who seemed particularly fond of her.

With Bai Yaxin, however, they were much more reserved, addressing her respectfully as Aunt Bai.

This was Bai Yaxin's first time interacting with them. She smiled and said, "Hello, thank you for taking care of Xia Wan."

Song Hezhu replied, "Not at all. Xia Wan is amazing. With her on the team, it's like putting wings on a tiger."

As they were talking, there was a sudden commotion in the airport.

Song Hezhu looked over in surprise, "Which celebrity is this? Such a grand scene?"

Xu Lanfeng, the only avid fan in the team, stood on her toes for a better look and said, "It seems to be Zheng Xinran."

Zheng Xinran was huge, a household-name celebrity and national star. Even Song Hezhu, who didn't follow celebrities, had heard of her.

"I quite liked her movie 'Painful Kiss,' but it looks like we can't get anywhere near."

Xu Lanfeng was even more disappointed, "Yeah! But..."

She muttered, "Zheng Xinran's studio hasn't announced any international appearances recently."

Song Hezhu gazed at the crowd and sighed, "Maybe they didn't announce it to prevent this kind of scene. I wonder why she's going abroad at this time."

Xu Lanfeng was still craning her neck, "Maybe she has some appearance."

"No no no, she's going to have a baby," Lin Tingyue said knowingly.