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Chapter 39: Cry, Cry, Cry—Is Crying All You Know?
“No,” Uncle Nan answered respectfully.
Earlier, there was indeed no one else beside Hu Suling, but the way she looked at Uncle Nan was full of suspicion. She even glanced up at the hotel’s upper floors, as if she’d figured something out.
Uncle Nan didn’t say much at the time, just greeted her and came upstairs.
Hu Suling wasn’t the nosy type either. After replying, she simply left.
“That’s good then.”
Tan Qishen put on his coat. The hem reached down to his knees. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and long legs made him look especially good in long coats. He radiated an intense sense of distance and nobility.
Hu Suling was a close friend of Wan Heng and had watched him grow up. Even if she suspected something, it didn’t matter—sooner or later, he planned to introduce Yan Man to them, as his girlfriend.
Once Tan Qishen was dressed, Uncle Nan stepped forward, ready to open the door.
But Tan Qishen looked at him, expressionless. “Go check if there’s anyone in the hallway first.”
“……”
Uncle Nan’s hand was already on the doorknob. He looked at Tan Qishen, hesitating to speak.
Tan Qishen already knew what he wanted to ask and said flatly, “Yan Man doesn’t want people to find out.”
Uncle Nan sighed, “Miss Yan really is a breath of fresh air.”
Anyone else would be dying to associate with the Tan family. Even if they broke up one day, just that connection would be enough to gain considerable resources.
Tan Qishen shot him a glance but didn’t say anything.
Now that he knew Yan Man’s other identity—as the daughter of the Fang family—she obviously didn’t care about that kind of “convenience.”
Still, the reason she wanted to keep it quiet was because of her career, not because she didn’t want to go public. That thought eased Tan Qishen’s frustration just a little.
Uncle Nan opened the door and looked down both sides of the hallway. Two hotel staff members were pushing carts away from another room, their backs turned. Once the coast was clear, he opened the door fully and gestured for Tan Qishen to exit.
Tan Qishen strode out. The hallway was long and quiet, with neatly hung oil paintings on the plain wallpaper.
The decor had an artistic vibe, but he had no interest in it.
All he wanted was to reach the elevator quickly and leave this floor before anyone saw him.
He chuckled coldly to himself. This really felt like a clandestine affair now.
Once inside the car, he told Uncle Nan, “Look up the name of Fang Shengnian’s daughter.”
He paused. “Also, tell the team to prioritize cooperation with Fang Technology.”
“Yes, sir.”
Uncle Nan didn’t understand why Tan Qishen suddenly cared about the Fang family’s daughter, but he did as told.
“Cut! Good!”
Hu Suling raised her hand to signal the actors and took off her headset. She said to the entire crew, “We’re wrapping early today. Go home and get some rest tonight.”
It was Sunday. The crew had been working non-stop for almost ten days, and a break was long overdue.
Cheers erupted immediately. Director Hu’s sets were famously strict, but people still scrambled to join her crews—there was just something magical about them.
She turned to Yan Man, not hiding her praise.
“Yan Man, your emotional performance was spot-on. It doesn’t feel like your first time acting. More like a seasoned veteran.”
Yan Man replied humbly, “It’s thanks to your guidance and Teacher Liang.”
Hu Suling was surprised. “You studied under Liang Ying?”
“Yes, for seven days.”
“Liang Ying was the female lead in the first project I ever directed. You picked the right mentor.”
Yan Man nodded. “She’s so experienced and patient. I learned a lot from her.”
Hu Suling also glanced at Qian Yi, who had just finished a scene with Yan Man, and complimented her, “You did well too, Xiao Yi.”
Qian Yi smiled. “Thank you, Director Hu.”
But after Director Hu left, Qian Yi’s gaze toward Yan Man lost its friendliness, tinged with unexplained hostility.
Yan Man wasn’t sure why. But Shen Jie had said Qian Yi wasn’t easy to get along with—and that was true. Other than scenes they were forced to share, they barely interacted.
Last time, Yan Man and Tan Qishen had agreed to meet at Park Hyatt every Sunday.
As soon as Yan Man got into the car, she received a call from Wen Moxing.
She sounded nasal and sniffled a little—it was clear she’d just cried.
“Yiyi, do you have time later?”
Yan Man frowned, immediately concerned. “Yes, what’s wrong?”
“I’m in Beijing for a business dinner, and I ran into my ex. He’s acting crazy and wants to do a paternity test.”
Wen Moxing was the only daughter in her family and helped run a company. Although her father still held the reins, she often had to attend business events.
“Where are you now?”
“At the hospital.”
“You did the DNA test?!”
“No. My stomach hurt a bit, so he brought me in for a check-up.”
“Which hospital? I’ll come right away.”
“Senmu Hospital.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
Yan Man couldn’t just ignore her. Looks like she’d have to stand Tan Qishen up tonight—hopefully, he wouldn’t be too upset.
She took out her phone and messaged him on WeChat:
[Yan Man]: Darling, I’ll be a bit late. Go wait for me at Park Hyatt first 😘
Tan Qishen replied instantly for the first time:
[Tan Qishen]: What happened? Want me to handle it?
[Yan Man]: No need. I can take care of it.
Tan Qishen didn’t reply again.
Yan Man told the driver to hurry. She was worried about Wen Moxing. She’d heard her crying on the phone, and something didn’t sit right.
At the hospital, following Wen Moxing’s directions, Yan Man reached the room.
She assumed Wen Moxing would be alone. In her rush, she pushed the door open without knocking.
The scene inside was nothing like she’d imagined.
She heard Wen Moxing snap impatiently, “Cry, cry, cry—is crying all you know?”
Only then did she look up and see Yan Man standing at the door.
A tall, sharply dressed man stood at the bedside. Even from the back, he exuded elegance. But he looked vaguely familiar.
The man raised his hand, wiping something from his face. Then he turned and looked at her.
“……”
The room fell into awkward silence.
Yan Man’s lips parted in shock.
No one had told her Wen Moxing’s ex-boyfriend was Jiang Linjin.
But Jiang Linjin looked even more surprised. He quickly turned his back again to wipe his eyes. Once he thought there were no visible tear stains, he turned back and asked,
“Miss Yan, what are you doing here?”
“I…”
Yan Man was stunned when she saw his face. The words caught in her throat.
Even though there were no tears on his face anymore, his bloodshot eyes couldn’t lie.
“You know Yi… I mean, Manman?”
Wen Moxing caught on quickly and changed Yan Man’s name to the one she used in Beijing.