More than three o'clock in the morning, the couple Chu Zhenhua and Yuan Zijun finally returned to the old Chu family residence.
Unfortunately, before Yuan Zijun could even call out "darling daughter," Old Li broke the couple's hope.
"Young madam did return, but she left again. Young master didn't say where she went, but I'm afraid... it's unlikely she'll return to the Chu family anytime soon."
Yuan Zijun was extremely disappointed and vented all her frustration from the night's ordeal onto her son.
Chu Rong was leaning against his headboard reading when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at it and finally answered, "Mom, you're home?"
Yuan Zijun unleashed a barrage of scolding, "Tell me, you can't even hold onto your wife. Your father and I have been in love for most of our lives, and our feelings are still as strong as glue. How is it that you haven't learned anything from us?"
She then looked at Chu Zhenhua with great confusion, "We should have set a good example for him. What's wrong with our son? He's always been eccentric since childhood, nothing like you and me. Perhaps we should take him to a psychiatrist."
Chu Rong pinched his brow, "Mom, I can still hear you."
Yuan Zijun continued on the phone, "Let me tell you, if Jiu'er is unwilling to be your wife anymore, then you can be her brother. Anyway, Jiu'er has no parents, I'll adopt her as my goddaughter."
Chu Rong's smoothed brow immediately furrowed into a frown again. "Don't even think about it. Give up that idea as soon as possible."
"Can you control me? Hmph." Yuan Zijun hung up the phone. Her anger had subsided, but she looked melancholic. "Only after marrying Jiu'er did I feel like he was a real person. Once Jiu'er leaves, it's like the whole world owes him something. Old Chu, I suspect our son might have some psychological problems, and this illness can only be cured by Jiu'er."
Chu Zhenhua yawned, "Don't think about it. It's young people's business, let them worry about it themselves. Old lady, at this hour, you should be sleeping. I'm so sleepy."
Yuan Zijun, however, said seriously, "I'm not joking. I still need to find some potential husbands for my daughter." As she spoke, she ran upstairs with her phone.
...
After sending Mimi and Tutu to kindergarten early in the morning, Quan Jiu started working from home. However, instead of writing scripts, she was preparing for the registration of her artist management company.
While busy, Quan Jiu received a greeting call from Wang Feifei.
"Hello Jiu Jiu, I have some good news for you." Wang Feifei said excitedly, "Didn't you say you wanted to create a TV series script? I've inquired for you. Director Wang Can is still looking for scripts. I got his contact information, and you can contact him. The dramas he directs are all of very high quality. If you collaborate, it's guaranteed to be a hit next year."
Quan Jiu was happy. "Thank you, Feifei. I was wondering which director to collaborate with."
"Hey... why are you being so polite to me? Contact him as soon as possible. I heard that many screenwriters have shown him their scripts, so don't let anyone get ahead of you."
Quan Jiu said okay.
After finishing the important matter, Wang Feifei started chatting, "What have you been busy with lately?"
"I've been preparing for the registration of an artist management company these past few days. I've named the company 'Chuxin' (Original Intention). What do you think? I've even designed the logo. I'll send you the picture, and you can give me some advice."
Wang Feifei was very enthusiastic, "Okay, okay, send it to me."
After sending the picture to Wang Feifei via computer, Quan Jiu added, "Feifei, do you know anyone like a private investigator?"
"I know a few, why? Who do you want to inquire about?" Wang Feifei asked curiously.
"He Miao, the one we met at Jiang Nanchen's mother's birthday banquet. I suspect she's been investigating me privately, and I want to find someone to investigate her and see what she's up to."
Wang Feifei was surprised and immediately said, "Alright, leave this to me. I'll contact you after I find out."
After hanging up the phone, Quan Jiu put down her work and dialed Wang Feifei's provided number for Wang Can.
Wang Can was screening scripts with his assistant director Kang Li. Seeing an unknown number, he instinctively hung up. But as soon as he put down his phone, it rang again.
He thought about it, and if it kept ringing, perhaps it was something important, so he answered, "Hello, who is this?"
"Hello Director Wang, I am nine. I heard you are looking for scripts. I have a script for an anti-corruption suspense drama. Are you interested?" Quan Jiu stated the purpose of her call directly.
Wang Can was a little surprised, "Are you nine, the screenwriter of 'Floating Life'? Hello, hello. When are you available? Why don't you come to our company, and we can discuss it in detail?"
Quan Jiu wanted to finalize the collaboration as soon as possible, so she arranged for the afternoon.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Can happily threw away the script in his hand, "No more reading, no more reading. They are all cliché scripts. I've arranged to meet nine at two in the afternoon. You can come and listen too."
Kang Li's expression became serious, "You mean nine, who is currently surrounded by various scandals? Director Wang, this person is like a ticking time bomb, the risk is too great. I think Zhao Zhen's script is better. Why don't you choose Zhao Zhen?"
Wang Can was displeased, "I've already said it, Zhao Zhen's script is definitely not her own creation. She is the ticking time bomb. If it's exposed later, our drama will be ruined. Since I can foresee the danger, why should I jump into the pit?"
Kang Li persuaded again, "Zhao Zhen's script only shows that her creative direction has changed. No one's creative style is constant. Without evidence, it's a pity to give up such a good script.
Besides, this nine, because of her, the 'Floating Life' crew has been on trending searches several times and has even been boycotted by the entire internet. This person is restless. If we talk about risk, I think she is even greater than Zhao Zhen."
"Although nine has been caught in public opinion storms several times, she has always managed to escape. To some extent, she even has more popularity than some emerging new stars. This is also an opportunity for us."
Kang Li wanted to argue further, but Wang Can stood up, clearly having made up his mind.
Kang Li had no choice but to leave the office irritably.
Returning to his own office, Kang Li found his phone's contact list and dialed the first number, "Hello, nine has approached Wang Can and arranged a meeting for two o'clock this afternoon. I will be present then."
...
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Quan Jiu arrived at Wang Can's company on time.
When the receptionist saw a beautiful young woman suddenly appear, her first reaction was that she was a big star. She quickly straightened her posture and greeted her warmly, "Madam, may I ask who you are looking for?"
"I have a meeting with your Director Wang at two o'clock. Please notify him," Quan Jiu said with a slight smile.
Her voice was steady and dignified, yet not without gentleness, like a queen in power with the world in her heart. The receptionist looked at her with admiration and envy. She dialed Wang Can's office, and after confirmation, personally led Quan Jiu to the conference room.
At that moment, Wang Can and Kang Li were already waiting in the conference room. As the receptionist pushed open the door, they both looked towards the entrance.
She was wearing a stylish white suit skirt, exuding elegance and nobility, and her beautiful face carried a confident and peaceful smile, adding a touch of effortless charm.
Seemingly gentle and peaceful, she exuded a firm strength, a person who was outwardly soft but inwardly strong.
A perfect, stunning candidate for the leading lady.
Wang Can was a little stunned, "You are...?"
Quan Jiu smiled slightly, stepped forward, and said, "Hello Director Wang, I am nine."