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Chapter 30: Fought with Miss Yan Again?
Late at night in Beijing, even in the early hours, traffic on the roads was still bustling.
The Cullinan sped through the streets. The car interior carried a cold scent of cedar. Though the heating was on full blast, Wen Bo felt like he was outside in a snowstorm with temperatures twenty degrees below zero—freezing to the bone.
Even as a top-tier assistant with a PhD from a prestigious university, Wen Bo had never taken a course on how to comfort a boss who’s just been cheated on.
Tan Qishen’s features were hidden in the shadows. He lowered his eyes to look at the jewelry he had picked out for Yan Man, sitting beside him. The box was exquisitely wrapped, in a color she liked—personally selected by him. But now, it looked glaringly offensive.
The corners of his lips curled into a smile, one that sent chills down the spine.
Tan Qishen reached out and flung the jewelry box onto the other seat.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Tan Qishen didn’t sleep all night. Before 6 a.m., he drove himself to the office.
He hadn’t told anyone, so when Uncle Nan came to pick him up at 8 a.m., he found an empty house.
Uncle Nan sensed something was off. Instead of asking Tan Qishen directly, he turned to Wen Bo, who had been with him all day yesterday.
When Uncle Nan arrived at the assistant’s office, he noticed Wen Bo’s heavy dark circles—clearly sleep-deprived.
He asked hesitantly, “Did something happen yesterday?”
Wen Bo snapped out of his daze instantly at the question.
The scenes from last night rushed into his mind like a tide.
As a qualified assistant, maintaining the president’s dignity was also part of his job.
Wen Bo put on a smile and replied as if everything was normal, “Nothing happened.”
Uncle Nan, sharp and experienced, narrowed his eyes—he could tell right away it was a lie.
He hit the mark in one go, “You fought with Miss Yan again?”
“How did you know?” Wen Bo blurted out in shock.
Uncle Nan gave a knowing look, as if to say I knew it.
He had been working for the Tan family for thirty years, first serving the former family head, Tan Zhanqing, then becoming the personal butler for the new heir once Tan Qishen came of age. He knew every detail of Tan Qishen’s life. In the past two decades, the only person who ever made Tan Qishen stumble was Yan Man.
Though even calling it a “stumble” might be misleading—he was always the one stirring things up, and she was always the one to compromise in the end.
“What was it about this time?” Uncle Nan asked.
Based on experience, it was almost certainly something Tan Qishen had brought upon himself.
Wen Bo looked conflicted, the words on the tip of his tongue but too afraid to speak them.
“Hmm?” Uncle Nan’s expression grew serious, his tone firm.
Wen Bo sighed. Thinking Uncle Nan wasn’t an outsider, he finally started to explain, “This time it wasn’t just a fight.”
“Last night, Mr. Tan and I went to deliver jewelry to Miss Yan. And we saw her seeing a man off.”
Uncle Nan instinctively assumed, “Young Master got jealous?”
Wen Bo shook his head. “If it were only jealousy, that’d be easy.”
“We saw them hugging. The way they acted—it wasn’t like ordinary friends.”
Uncle Nan was shocked but didn’t believe Yan Man was that kind of person. He hesitated, “Could it have been a family member?”
Wen Bo shook his head again, this time with an even heavier sigh. “That man was President Fang.”
“Who?” Uncle Nan frowned.
Wen Bo enunciated clearly, naming the suspected adulterer, “Tan’s new business partner—President Fang Hexun of FangTech.”
“Isn’t President Fang married?”
Uncle Nan not only knew he was married, but also knew how in love he was with his wife. A few years ago, when they held a lavish wedding in the Delta region, Uncle Nan had even personally sent a gift.
Wen Bo didn’t say anything. In this industry, it wasn’t uncommon for married men to keep mistresses. But he hadn’t expected someone like Fang, who appeared so decent, to be no different underneath.
Uncle Nan’s expression turned grim. This was serious.
But he still couldn’t believe Yan Man would do such a thing.
The top priority now was figuring out what her actual relationship with President Fang was.
Since the filming location was still in Beijing, Yan Man didn’t stay in a hotel the night before. Early in the morning, her driver and Shen Jie came to pick her up for the set.
Yan Man had slept well and was completely unaffected by Tan Qishen, though she had gone to bed late and only got about six hours. She closed her eyes in the car to catch up on sleep.
On the other hand, Shen Jie looked excited, practically glowing with anticipation.
With her face propped on her hand, Yan Man asked in confusion, “Why are you so happy?”
Shen Jie’s cheeks were slightly flushed. She lowered her voice shyly, “I’m about to meet my husband!”
Yan Man blinked. “Huh? You’re married?”
Shen Jie shook her head rapidly, “No! You’re acting opposite Lin Yiyang—the male lead!”
Lin Yiyang had debuted as the center in a talent show, skilled in both singing and dancing. Last year, he officially entered the film industry with a role as a supporting male lead. He gained a massive fanbase of young women—Shen Jie being one of them.
“I voted for him, one vote at a time back in the day. Can’t believe I get to be his colleague now.”
Shen Jie was overjoyed—truly a fan living her dream.
Yan Man nodded. She wasn’t into celebrities, so she didn’t really get Shen Jie’s excitement.
“Oh right, there’s one more person.” Shen Jie pulled out her phone and opened Baidu Baike. “This is Qian Yi, the second female lead in the movie. I heard she has a strong background and isn’t easy to get along with.”
Baidu showed Qian Yi’s photo, birthday, and her filmography over the years.
She was the same age as Yan Man, but had already been in the industry for ten years.
Yan Man glanced at the picture, noting her face.
As for whether she was easy to get along with, Yan Man didn’t care. She was here to make a movie, not make friends.
After nearly an hour’s drive, they finally arrived on set.
Most of the crew was already there, busy preparing. There had been a snowfall recently, and a thin layer of white still covered the ground.
Someone was already waiting for Yan Man. As soon as the car stopped, a staff member approached. It was a girl who had never met Yan Man before, but celebrities stood out—it was obvious who she was. She asked, “Are you Miss Yan?”
Yan Man nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“Director Hu is waiting for you inside.”
Yan Man followed the staff member and met Director Hu Suling again.
Director Hu waved her over and introduced her to the rest of the room.
“This is Yan Man, our female lead.”
Director Hu showed no hesitation in expressing her admiration for Yan Man and even had someone bring her a warm cup of tea.
Sitting across from Yan Man was a spirited young man with a bright demeanor and slightly upturned eyes that curved when he smiled. He nodded and greeted her, “No wonder Director Hu waited four years to make this movie.”
Director Hu nodded and praised openly, “Waiting four years for Yan Man—worth it.”
She then introduced the young man, “This is our male lead—Lin Yiyang.”