In the high-end ward on the fourth floor of the hospital.
“Mom, I’ll go pour a glass of water for the guests.”
Zheng Yao had just woken up not long ago. After the doctors came over to check on her, she heard her son say someone had come to visit and brought many gifts.
Only through the introduction of that Assistant Zhang did she learn that the visitor was the superior of the person who caused the accident, and the perpetrator was a very popular celebrity.
The little boy wasn’t quite tall enough, so Zhang Hua stood behind him, took the kettle, and poured water into a cup.
Cen Han sat with an elegant posture, clearly someone who had received upper-class training. This was the first time Zheng Yao had come into contact with someone from that circle in her life, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit restrained.
“Ms. Zheng.” Cen Han gave a slight nod and spoke. “Don’t worry about the hospital expenses. The company will take full responsibility. Additionally, if you have any inconveniences, you can contact Zhang Hua at any time.”
Zheng Yao took the water cup Zhang Hua handed her, thanked him, and didn’t beat around the bush. Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of frailty from her depleted vitality. “Mr. Cen, then I’ll be straightforward. The conflict between me and the child’s father is very deep right now. Niannian is still young, and I’m unable to move around easily, so I definitely can’t take care of him for the time being.”
“You can rest assured. We will hire someone to help, and the child will be picked up and dropped off for school.” Zhang Hua immediately responded upon hearing this. “If possible, we can also help you handle the conflict between you and your husband.”
Zheng Yao looked somewhat surprised, but then she realized the other party was being so agreeable probably because they didn’t want her to make a big fuss. After all, the person who hit her was a public figure.
After thinking for a few seconds, she was about to say something when she inadvertently caught sight of a familiar face at the door.
“Zheng Yao, why didn’t you call me when you were admitted to the hospital, huh? Do you not take me seriously anymore? Do you still consider me your husband?”
A man barged in, shouting. His clothes were disheveled, reeking of alcohol, with an unhealthy redness on his face, looking slovenly.
Cen Han noticed Zheng Yao’s flinch reaction.
“Who are you people? Why are you gathered in my wife’s hospital room?” The man stared at Zhang Hua. “Oh, I get it. You’re the ones who hit my wife, right?”
He blustered, “Pay up! Or I’ll take you to court.”
The little boy was clearly afraid of his father and hid behind Zhang Hua.
“Wang Nian, you little bastard. I’m your dad. What are you hiding from? You’re just like your mother, an ungrateful ingrate and a slut.”
Zhang Hua quickly covered Wang Nian’s ears.
“Wang Cong, what kind of language is that in front of the child? Get out of here.” Zheng Yao was powerless. She could almost immediately guess Wang Cong’s purpose—he must have lost a lot gambling again and came to ask for money.
Wang Cong was indeed here for money. This time he lost hundreds of thousands and nearly lost his life. The casino boss told him that his wife had been hit by a car and the perpetrator was very rich. They could ask for a few million without any problem. Encouraged by the boss, he came to the hospital.
“Shut up.” He barked at Zheng Yao, then looked at the impeccably dressed Cen Han and said viciously, “My wife was hit by a big star. If you don’t want us to run our mouths and blow this up, show some sincerity.”
Cen Han stood up slowly and deliberately, with a composed elegance in his movements. “How much do you want?”
Wang Cong sensed an opportunity. Why not take advantage of it? He opened his mouth without hesitation: “Three million.”
“Wang Cong!” Zheng Yao gasped, not expecting him to be so greedy.
Cen Han gave an inexplicable, sardonic smile, then agreed. “Fine.”
The man suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if stepping on a cloud, his whole body floating.
But in the next second, Cen Han’s words sent him crashing to the ground. “However, that three million isn’t for you. It’s for your wife.”
Cen Han paused for two seconds before adding, “To be precise, your ex-wife.”
Wang Cong was stunned for a moment before he registered the meaning. He cursed as he staggered closer. “Zheng Yao, you bitch! Did you put him up to this? You think you’ve grown wings, huh? Let me not beat you to death today—”
Cen Han straightened up. He was probably about one meter eighty-seven. He looked down at Wang Cong from above, unhurriedly unstrapping his watch.
Then, as Wang Cong raised his hand and moved closer, Cen Han grabbed him in a vice-like grip, his strength so great that the bones could be heard creaking.
Wang Cong cried out in pain, his face changing instantly. “Ouch… ouch… let go…”
A fist, carrying the force of the wind, landed on Wang Cong’s cheek, sending him stumbling over a chair and crashing to his knees on the floor.
Wang Cong clutched his cheek, his expression stunned, disbelief reflected in his eyes.
Silence filled the air.
Cen Han flexed his wrist and said in a very calm tone, “Wait for the lawyer to contact you. Get lost.”
Just then, the security guards arrived in time, came in, and dragged the dejected Wang Cong away.
“Fck you!” Wang Cong’s expression was terrifying as he struggled to break free, but a strike from the security guard’s stun baton made his legs go limp and lose all strength.
A figure stood outside the door. Cen Han’s gaze swept over him, then he said to Zhang Hua, “Contact Wang Liang. Have him handle it.”
Zhang Hua acknowledged the order. The man’s appearance was neither an accident nor a coincidence. By now, the other party probably still didn’t realize he had been set up.
Yulin Hospital had strict access control; not just anyone could enter, especially scum like Wang Cong.
Zheng Yao’s troubles were naturally taken care of. After helping her deal with that piece of trash and arranging a sum for her to live stably, the matter was pretty much settled.
However, he glanced at the arriving Xu Anyu, adjusted his glasses, and there was still work to do with this one.
“Thank you, Mr. Cen.” Zheng Yao was very grateful, tears glistening in her eyes. She had struggled to raise her child alone, had endured too much hardship. Suddenly, someone came to her defense, and the grievance in her heart surged to its peak.
“You’re welcome, Ms. Zheng.”
Cen Han didn’t turn back. “Xu Anyu.”
Xu Anyu snapped out of it, walked in slowly, and called out, “Brother Cen.”
During the years he had spent at Starlight Entertainment, Cen Han had helped him out more than once. Although there was a balance of interests involved, Xu Anyu always felt he was someone special to Cen Han.
He had a strong admiration for the strong since childhood. In school, he only liked to play with the best students. Before his debut, he only partnered with the strongest team leader. Later, as he clawed his way through the entertainment industry and gained some fame, he met the dazzling Cen Han and could never look away again.
He had always believed no one could resist his personal charm—it was only a matter of time. This mindset had caused him to stumble several times.
Cen Han truly had no interest in him. Or rather, Cen Han had no interest in anyone; his gaze never lingered on anyone too long.
When Zheng Yao saw Xu Anyu, the bad memories came flooding back, and her expression soured.
“I’m sorry.” In the next second, Xu Anyu bowed to Zheng Yao in apology. “I caused you harm.”
Zheng Yao couldn’t bring herself to say “it’s okay.” In this accident, if she hadn’t reacted quickly, it would have been her son on the operating table. But she also couldn’t bring herself to yell at Xu Anyu, because it was pointless.
“It’s already happened.” She turned her head away. “Saying anything is useless now.”
“I’m sorry.” Xu Anyu repeated, “Whatever you need, I can provide.”
Zheng Yao didn’t reply.
Then Zhang Hua suddenly spoke up. “Ms. Zheng, the lawyer will help you divorce your husband, and the promised three million still stands. I’m not saying this to offend you, but you need to think about your child. A child living in such an environment for a long time will have their psychology affected.”
Yes, Zheng Yao looked at her seven-year-old son. He was still so young. His future should be full of prospects and brightness, not oppression and pain.
She hesitated for a long time, then finally said in a low voice, “I accept your help. I won’t say anything random to the media.”
Zhang Hua nodded. “Thank you. We may also need you to make a public appearance later and say something positive.”
“Okay, I’ll cooperate.”
Although Cen Han’s actions were for the sake of Starlight Entertainment’s reputation, Xu Anyu still couldn’t help feeling moved.
In the hospital corridor, his steps were a little urgent. “Brother Han.”
Cen Han stopped and heard Xu Anyu say behind him, “I’m sorry.”
Cen Han turned around, devoid of any emotion. “Focus all that energy on your work, Xu Anyu. There won’t be a next time.”
With that, he left Xu Anyu a cold, hard back.
The latter twisted his mouth. His sunny, handsome face became distorted. Repeated setbacks, plus the car accident, had stored up a lot of resentment inside him.
“Damn.”
The nearby plant was snapped.
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Around ten o’clock, the teacher who had been tutoring Lin Qinghe in basic survival skills took his leave.
Thanks to the teacher’s tireless efforts, Lin Qinghe finally had a bit of a clue. Life here was complex and interesting. There were no emperors or princes. Law was the framework of restraint, money was the foundation of support. Under that, you could do as you pleased. It seemed freer than Tranquil City.
But whether it was Tranquil City or Western Capital, there was a commonality: if you had money, you could be willful; if you had none, you had to keep your head down and behave.
Unfortunately, right now he was exactly that penniless pauper, the bottom rung of society waiting to be carved up, his status plummeting.
The second teacher arrived for a visit not long after. Cen Han had paid a steep fee, and the agreement clearly stated that all principles of confidentiality must be followed.
When Pan Li saw Lin Qinghe, she couldn’t help but be momentarily dazed. She recalled that the employer’s assistant had told her that Mr. Lin was different from others, unaware of worldly affairs, so no matter what happened, she shouldn’t be surprised.
If she hadn’t known of Cen Han’s character, she might have mistakenly thought Lin Qinghe was a caged bird kept solely for the employer’s amusement.
In the guest tea room, Lin Qinghe wore a serious expression. Upon hearing the word “celebrity,” he asked, “What is a celebrity?”
Pan Li roughly figured out that Lin Qinghe seemed to have an incomplete understanding of this world. But he didn’t seem to have any intellectual issues. Out of respect and professionalism, she kept her doubts buried.
“A celebrity is a professional title, like a teacher. Mr. Lin will join Starlight Entertainment in the future and eventually become a celebrity.”
Lin Qinghe seemed to half-understand. This was his future career.
Pan Li continued to explain, “It’s like a shining star. Many people will like you. They will idolize you, comfort and accompany you in your lows, and cheer and applaud you when you achieve success.”
“Why?” Lin Qinghe pressed. He didn’t understand the causal relationship here. If you became a celebrity, people would idolize you?
Pan Li smiled. “Whether it’s appearance and temperament or talent and personality, those are all merits worth liking for fans. Mr. Lin’s appearance and temperament are rare in Starlight Entertainment—a natural advantage.”
A natural advantage, backed by Cen Han’s support. The probability of not becoming popular was almost zero. One could say that in Western Capital, if Cen Han wanted to promote someone, it was just a word.
Regarding Pan Li’s compliment, Lin Qinghe’s thoughts were clear. “I see. But physical appearance cannot last forever. How can one maintain that emotion?”
Pan Li retracted her earlier thought that he had no intellectual issues. He was actually very smart.
“That depends on fate later on. In the entertainment industry, some people peak at debut and then fizzle out halfway. Some people go silent for over a decade and then explode overnight. It’s unpredictable. If your starting point is high enough and you don’t cause trouble or court death, it’s easy to have a smooth ride all the way.”
Xu Anyu was a real counterexample.
“Mr. Lin, given Mr. Cen’s judgment, since he entrusted this responsibility to me, it means he is fully confident.”
A day ago, Cen Han had called Xi Yan, mentioning he wanted to borrow his agent, Pan Li.
The Cen and Xi families had considerable friendship, both being top-tier families in Western Capital. Xi Yan’s older brother had a cooperative relationship with Cen Han, and Xi Yan himself was a Best Actor nurtured by Starlight Entertainment, practically family.
In the end, Pan Li agreed. Xi Yan had recently canceled all his work and taken Jiang Nian abroad on vacation, in the name of a honeymoon. They had originally planned to return half a month before Jiang Nian entered the cast of Dream of the Blue Moon Night. But now, because Li Ran had replaced Xu Anyu as the male lead, Jiang Nian’s entry into the cast was temporarily shelved, naturally extending the vacation.
Lin Qinghe didn’t know whether to thank Cen Han for his trust or admire Cen Han’s strategic planning.
He spoke. “I understand. Teacher, please continue.”
“Mm. Next, I’ll explain the basic situation of the entertainment industry. Since the circle is very large, I’ll start with Starlight Entertainment.”
“Chen Dong, the CEO of Starlight Entertainment, is the company’s boss. You’ll interact with him later. Best Actor Xi Yan became famous early; he’s considered a senior but is still very young. Next is Jiang Nian. These two rank high in Starlight Entertainment.”
“Below them, the rising star Xu Anyu has a very good reputation for several TV dramas he’s acted in, with nominations and awards. With such acting skills, it can be said that if he continues developing, he has the potential to win Best TV Actor or Best Actor. But unfortunately, an accident happened. He drove under the influence and hit someone, causing considerable losses to the company.”
Pan Li thought she had explained very thoroughly and in detail. But she had no idea that Lin Qinghe was already confused starting from “Best Actor.”
In the gap after she finished these two paragraphs, she observed Lin Qinghe’s expression and found only bewilderment. Then she choked.
She suddenly felt that the job was really hard to carry out. How to put it—like a prophet telling you that you will one day possess immense wealth and enjoy unlimited power, but the process is extremely tortuous, even more winding than eighteen turns of a mountain road. You’d really want to just lie down and let things be.
Lin Qinghe gave an apologetic smile. “Sorry, teacher. This student is slow-witted.”
That smile flashed by, like red plum blossoms blooming all over the branches, uniquely pure and elegant.
Pan Li was struck by it. She slowed down her speech and said without minding, “It’s okay. Let’s take it slowly.”
She then narrated it again even more meticulously, explaining certain vocabulary words.
Lin Qinghe silently committed it to memory. The name Xu Anyu sounded somewhat familiar. He felt like he had heard it somewhere before.
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