Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 323 Zhang Anren, who vomits three liters of blood, and the ambiguous situation on the balcony.

“My mom is a friend of your aunt’s. I heard that your aunt is planning to renovate this house and has hired someone to design it for her. But I’m worried that she’ll feel awkward refusing…”

Wang Yongzheng twirled his hand in front of him, as if carefully choosing his words, "Well, it's a terrible plan, so I volunteered to help your aunt."

He disliked Zhang Anren's character, finding him hypocritical and calculating, and subconsciously felt that Zhang Anren's plan wouldn't be good.

In addition, he had some feelings for Jiang Nansun and naturally wanted to show off his abilities in front of Jiang Nansun and his family, and incidentally outdo Zhang Anren. So he gave a negative evaluation without even looking at the plan.

Everyone present knew that it was Zhang Anren who did the design for Daisy, and everyone could hear the implication in Wang Yongzheng's words.

Jiang Nansun immediately frowned and defended him: "Either you're sick in the head, or you're just jealous of Zhang Anren!"

Wang Yongzheng scoffed, "You're the one who's got a problem. Your dad has better taste than you!"

Zhang Anren had not been angry no matter how much Jiang Pengfei had scolded him, because firstly, he did want to curry favor with the Jiang family, and secondly, his family was not particularly wealthy.

Although I can afford a house with the help of my family, it's not enough to buy one in Shanghai.

But who does this Wang Yongzheng think he is? We're both teaching assistants, so what right does he have to boss me around? Besides, he didn't even look at my proposal before daring to make such a conclusion.

He was actually very confident in his design, believing that it represented the best possible solution in every aspect.

Zhang Anren's voice was restrained: "Teacher Wang, we are all teaching assistants, I don't think you have the right to comment on me like that."

Wang Yongzheng curled his lip, his disdain undisguised.

Lin Yuan spoke up at the right moment, with a hint of annoyance: "Teacher Zhang, I really didn't expect you to all be teaching assistants. If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have let Teacher Wang come out."

He then turned to Wang Yongzheng and said in a calm tone, "Teacher Wang, what you said was indeed excessive. You two might even stay at the school as teachers in the future, and you'll see each other all the time. I think you should apologize first."

This statement served three purposes: first, it won Jiang Nansun's favor; second, it implied to Zhang Anren that Wang Yongzheng would be his competitor for staying at the university; and third, it put Wang Yongzheng in a position of "either backing down and apologizing or being sarcastic and mean."

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zhang Anren looked at Wang Yongzheng with a hint of crisis in his eyes.

Jiang Nansun immediately chimed in, looking at Wang Yongzheng with displeasure: "Yes! You should apologize to Zhang Anren!"

Seeing his daughter and Lin Yuan "standing on the same side", Jiang Pengfei was overjoyed and couldn't help but smile. He then chimed in, "Lin Yuan and Nan Sun are right, Xiao Wang, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

Seeing himself become the target of everyone's criticism, Wang Yongzheng remained calm. He snatched the file bag from Jiang Nansun's hand and gave her what he thought was a charming smile. "If you don't believe me, we'll see."

He opened the file folder, pulled out the blueprints, glanced at them, and slapped them on the table:
"What this blueprint means is to divide the original three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment into a four-and-a-half-room suite, accommodating nine people. Are the guests coming to stay in a guesthouse or to occupy cubicles? What's the difference between this and a pigeonhole?"

Seeing his proud design being criticized as worthless, Zhang Anren couldn't help but retort: ​​"Teacher Wang, your words are biased. Planning two more guest rooms is a reasonable use of space. Although the public area is compact, it is fully functional and has everything it needs."

This reflects his own values: "usefulness" is more important than "aesthetics." His frugal nature is reflected in his designs, which are full of ideas for saving money and increasing efficiency.

Wang Yongzheng shrugged, not backing down an inch: "Teacher Zhang, we designers should think from the client's perspective, not impose our own utilitarian ideas on them. My aunt's house is for a bed and breakfast; guests come here to stay comfortably and relax, not to be renters in cubicles."

Jiang Nansun was furious: "I will tell my aunt that you have neither the right nor the ability to decide on Zhang Anren's design!"

Wang Yongzheng raised an eyebrow, his face full of confidence: "That's not necessarily true."

"Never mind, Nansun. Whether my design is good or not is not up to him to decide." Zhang Anren said, putting the drawings back into the file bag, and nodded slightly to Jiang Pengfei and Lin Yuan. "Uncle, President Lin, I'll be going now."

He had already suffered enough humiliation today, so he hurried out, clutching the file folder tightly.

Jiang Nansun immediately tried to follow, but before leaving, he turned back and glared at Wang Yongzheng.

Jiang Pengfei quickly called out to her, "Nan Sun! Your aunt will be here soon."

"You stay." Zhang Anren patted Jiang Nansun's arm, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.

Lin Yuan also set off at this moment, walking to Zhang Anren's side: "Brother Jiang, it's a family gathering for you. I've disturbed you long enough today, so I'll leave with Mr. Zhang."

These words made Zhang Anren feel much better; at least he wasn't the only one who had to leave in a sorry state.

"No, no, no, Lin Yuan!" Jiang Pengfei grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. "Just stay here with us. I haven't explained what happened today to you properly yet."

He was referring to the fact that he originally wanted to introduce his daughter to Lin Yuan, but he was unaware that his daughter already had a boyfriend.

Moreover, Lin Yuan has never spent time alone with Nan Sun. If he lets go of such a "perfect son-in-law," it will be hard to find another one like him.

This scene felt like a knife to Zhang Anren's heart. As Jiang Nansun's boyfriend, he had no right to stay, but Lin Yuan did.

Just because he's rich?
Jiang Nansun turned to look at Wang Yongzheng, who still had an arrogant expression, and frowned, saying, "What are you still doing here?"

"Excuse me, your aunt invited me to stay for dinner," Wang Yongzheng replied matter-of-factly.

How can you be so shameless!

Zhang Anren was stung again, almost vomiting blood. So, he, her official boyfriend, was an outsider?

He couldn't stay any longer. Gritting his teeth, he started walking. Before he had taken two steps, Jiang Pengfei suddenly called out, "Xiao Zhang!"

Zhang Anren stopped and looked back, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Jiang Pengfei, however, continued to stab him in the heart, saying, "Turn left after you go out, there's a subway station 200 meters away, isn't that convenient?"

Zhang Anren's smile froze completely. He forced a smile and replied, "Understood, Uncle."

Jiang Pengfei waved his hand: "Let's go."

A layer of moisture quickly welled up in Jiang Nansun's eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, too lazy to look at Wang Yongzheng and Jiang Pengfei again, and walked out of the living room to the balcony alone.

Seeing this opportunity, Wang Yongzheng thought he could talk to Jiang Nansun and explain things, but Jiang Pengfei stopped him, saying, "Little Wang, my daughter probably doesn't want to see you right now. Let Lin Yuan go instead. Come on, tell me about your design plan."

Jiang Pengfei turned to Lin Yuan and said with a forced smile, "Lin Yuan, please help me and persuade Nan Sun."

Lin Yuan sighed softly, "Alright, I'll give it a try."

Jiang Pengfei immediately beamed with joy. Judging from Lin Yuan's attitude, he must at least have a soft spot for his daughter.

Once their daughter breaks up with Zhang Anren, their good days will begin.

Jiang Nansun stood on the balcony, her white dress accentuating her slender and delicate figure, her long hair falling like ink, like a quiet and charming painting.

Lin Yuan walked to her side. Her pretty face was tense, and she felt indignant for Zhang Anren.

Zhang Anren had spent several days drawing blueprints to make a good impression on her family, only to have them ruined by an outsider, and she couldn't even give them away, which made her feel very wronged.

Lin Yuan suddenly chuckled softly.

Jiang Nansun turned her head, her delicate eyebrows furrowing instantly, glaring at him with a mixture of confusion and displeasure: "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Yuan looked at her: "Miss Jiang, are you feeling sorry for Teacher Zhang, or are you feeling resentful because you couldn't protect him? Or do you think his design was indeed lacking?"

"No way!" Jiang Nansun retorted immediately, her tone a little anxious. "That Wang Yongzheng was clearly doing it on purpose. What right does he have to boss Zhang Anren around?"

Lin Yuan nodded, following her words: "I also think that Teacher Wang is being a bit too hostile towards Teacher Zhang. Since they are from the same school, they must have some grudges."

Jiang Nansun was silent for a moment, then looked up at him, her tone softening: "So what do you think of Zhang Anren's design?"

She wasn't wary of Lin Yuan, after all, he had always appeared open and honest.

"I don't think it matters, but I saw that Teacher Zhang took the drawings back, so I guess he must have been a little discouraged."

Lin Yuan spoke casually, but in reality, he was subtly trying to sow discord between Zhang and Wang, "But ultimately, it still depends on your aunt's wishes. However, given the relationship between Wang Yongzheng and your aunt, with him interfering, I think..."

Lin Yuan shook his head slightly as he finished speaking.

Jiang Nansun immediately panicked: "Then what should we do?"

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment, then tilted his head toward her and lowered his voice: "I'll teach you a way, but you can't let him know."

As he spoke, he pushed Jiang Nansun's shoulder and moved her to the corner of the balcony. He leaned close to her ear, his chest almost touching her shoulder, and his warm breath brushed against her ear.

Jiang Nansun instinctively wanted to dodge, but then he thought of Zhang Anren's aggrieved look and the possibility that the drawings he had worked on for several days might be rejected. His heart tightened, and he stopped moving, almost shrinking half of his body into Zhang Anren's arms.

“Your aunt hasn’t seen Zhang Anren’s blueprints yet. You can try to sound her out by asking her what she thinks of the guesthouse in front of Wang Yongzheng. If your aunt prefers Wang Yongzheng’s design, then have Zhang Anren redesign the plan overnight. If you, as her niece, can be a little more charming, your aunt will have no reason not to choose him.”

After he finished speaking, he slowly stepped back a little.

Jiang Nansun's ears burned, and only then did she belatedly realize that she had been squeezed into a corner. She could only blush and say, "Thank you."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "This is just my idea, it might not work, after all..."

"What exactly?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "This is just my habitual assumption as a businessman. If you want something to succeed, you must consider its failure. I don't think it's that much of a coincidence."

Jiang Nansun, intrigued by his words, couldn't help but retort, "You're not frank at all."

Lin Yuan leaned closer to her ear, his gaze lingering on her reddened earlobe. He sighed softly, "It wouldn't be right for me to speculate about your family's thoughts in front of you, would it? We can discuss it after Zhang Anren is actually eliminated, wouldn't you say, Miss Jiang?"

“Just call me Nansun, no need to be so polite.” Jiang Nansun seemed persuaded by his tone. Taking advantage of the moment Lin Yuan stepped back, she quietly moved half a step away. Suddenly remembering something, she looked up curiously, “Why do you call my dad Brother Jiang? You look… about my age.” Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow: “How old are you?”

"twenty four."

“I’m twenty-seven. It’s much more comfortable to call him Brother Jiang, but calling him ‘Uncle’ feels a bit formal.”

Jiang Nansun thought to herself that the two were from different generations, but since they weren't particularly close, she simply responded with a soft "Oh."

At this moment, Daisy led Wang Yongzheng onto the balcony.

"Nan Sun, just ignore whatever your dad says."

Daisy's opening remarks were laced with her usual sharp and sarcastic remarks.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with a father wanting his daughter to find a man from a wealthy family.

Undeniably, Jiang Pengfei was primarily acting in his own self-interest. Due to his failed stock investments and the decline of his family's fortunes, he could only pin his hopes for a turnaround on his daughter's marriage. However, this did not conflict with his desire to prevent his daughter from suffering.

In truth, Daisy herself was no different from Jiang Pengfei; she also wanted to bring Jiang Nansun and Wang Yongzheng together. However, this scheming woman was more cunning and knew how to say things without offending Jiang Nansun.

Then she began to introduce Wang Yongzheng, who was standing next to her: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is Wang Yongzheng. He just returned from abroad and is a teaching assistant at your school. He's very fun-loving."

"I can tell." Jiang Nansun curled his lip, his tone full of disdain.

Daisy seemed to only then realize what was happening, and feigned regret, saying, "You have a boyfriend. You two are studying the same major. I was thinking..."

Jiang Nansun interrupted directly: "No need. I think in your eyes, spreading rumors is much more interesting than drawing blueprints."

Daisy quickly smoothed things over, saying to Wang Yongzheng, "Her dad just upset her, but she's never had a very good temper anyway."

Wang Yongzheng, however, calmly sized up Jiang Nansun: "I can't tell."

Jiang Nansun ignored Wang Yongzheng and turned to look at Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan winked at Jiang Nansun and gave him a knowing smile: "Nansun, you two, I have something to do. You can chat slowly."

Jiang Nansun did not try to stop him, but simply replied politely, "Take care."

She knew Lin Yuan was hinting that she should take this opportunity to ask her aunt's opinion on the renovation.

Lin Yuan's footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Jiang Nansun then realized that Jiang Pengfei was not on the second floor, so she asked Daisy, "Auntie, where's my dad?"

"He and your mother went to a restaurant; the chicken soup needs to be cooked in advance."

Lin Yuan went downstairs to where he had parked his car and saw Jiang Pengfei waiting for him there.

Jiang Pengfei quickly came up to him and asked, "Lin Yuan, why did you come out by yourself?"

"Brother Jiang, now that we've met your daughter, it's time for us to head back."

Jiang Pengfei warmly invited, "Let's have dinner together tonight."

"No, it's not appropriate for me, an outsider, to be here for your family gathering."

Jiang Pengfei refused to give up: "But you and my daughter aren't very familiar with each other yet. Having dinner together can easily deepen your relationship."

Lin Yuan's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Brother Jiang, your daughter has a boyfriend, please don't bring this up again."

Jiang Pengfei immediately looked worried: "My daughter used to be very well-behaved. I was wondering why she's been talking back to me lately. It turns out she's met this Zhang Anren. She's so naive. As her father, I can't just stand by and watch her be deceived." He changed the subject, his tone carrying a deliberate assurance, "Don't worry, with the upbringing of the Jiang family, she would never have intimate contact with a man before marriage."

The first half of the sentence sounded like it came from the heart, but the second half was no longer an act.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly; he was aware of this point.

In the original drama, Jiang Nansun lived next door to Zhang Anren for a period of time, but even so, Zhang Anren did not dare to overstep the boundaries.

The thought that Jiang Nansun was still an innocent and naive girl, and that he could leave his mark on her, made him feel a little itchy.

In this world, 'pure' female protagonists and supporting characters are a rare sight.

Seeing that he seemed to have softened his stance, Jiang Pengfei quickly pressed his advantage: "Lin Yuan, you passed by my house today and didn't even have a chance to stop by. I haven't been a good host. How about you do me the honor of having dinner together as my apology?"

"Brother Jiang, really, there's no need." Lin Yuan waved his hand. "It's fate that we met today, so please don't apologize anymore. Besides, I do have plans tonight. How about we reschedule for a few days? Is that alright?"

Jiang Pengfei was almost certain that Lin Yuan had feelings for Jiang Nansun, and he was overjoyed.

"Okay, okay, let's exchange contact information, and I'll make an appointment with you later."

Although Lin Yuan's business card had a phone number on it, Jiang Pengfei still wanted to add him on WeChat so that he could easily ask for advice and contact him at any time.

Lin Yuan did not refuse, took out his phone, and then accepted Jiang Pengfei's friend request.

At this moment, Jiang Nansun and his group also came downstairs.

She walked over to the two of them and asked, "Dad, didn't you and Mom go to the restaurant first?"

“Your mom drove there first.” Jiang Pengfei looked at Lin Yuan and said with a smile, “Then let’s… go eat first.”

"Okay," Lin Yuan replied, turning around and getting into his Porsche 911.

Jiang Pengfei turned to Jiang Nansun and said, "Let's ride in Xiao Wang's car."

Wang Yongzheng drove up and parked in front of them, his face still bearing that smile that Jiang Nansun found particularly irritating.

Jiang Nansun ignored him and didn't want to ride in his car. She turned around and walked directly to Lin Yuan's Porsche: "I'll ride in Lin Yuan's car."

"Hey—" Jiang Pengfei was about to call her back, wanting to say that Lin Yuan wasn't going with them, but then he thought better of it and swallowed his words. This was a good opportunity for the two of them to get to know each other, so he changed his words and said, "It's okay, go ahead."

Lin Yuan had just gotten into the car and sent a few messages to Luo Jiaming when Jiang Nansun opened the car door and got in, which surprised him.

Jiang Nansun felt her ears burning from his gaze, her fingers gently twisting the hem of her skirt as she softly explained, "That Wang Yongzheng is so annoying, I don't want to ride in his car."

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and smiled: "I thought you were going to say that you didn't want to sit and eat with him."

"We still need to eat, and I need to find out what my aunt thinks," Jiang Nansun said, then asked curiously, "Aren't we leaving yet?"

Lin Yuan thought to himself, "Today I'll be your proper driver, but next time I'll have to grab your hair and be your improper driver."

He glanced at Wang Yongzheng's BMW X6 in front of him, stepped on the gas, and the car roared to life and shot off.

The car drove along the street, attracting envious glances from many passersby.

While gripping the steering wheel, Lin Yuan turned to look at Jiang Nansun: "By the way, your dad and I were just discussing stocks. I was planning to tell him when I got back, but since you're here, I'll tell you. I don't think those stocks have any chance of rebounding, so it's best to cut your losses as soon as possible."

Jiang Nansun was furious when he heard this: "I told you he wasn't cut out for stock trading."

"What, does your dad often lose money in the stock market?"

Jiang Nansun's tone was full of helplessness: "I don't even know how many houses in our family have been ruined by him."

"Stock trading is actually similar to gambling. Everyone thinks they can win, but very few actually do."

"Lin, Lin Yuan, are you good at stock trading?"

"I'm alright."

The car quickly stopped on the side of the road in front of the restaurant. Lin Yuan turned around and said, "Nan Sun, see you next time."

Jiang Nansun was stunned: "Aren't you coming to eat with us?"

"Yes, I have something to do tonight."

"Then what did my dad just say, 'we' are going to eat'..."

"Is it possible that when your dad said 'we,' he meant you and him?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I got on the bus without asking, and I'm sorry for inconveniencing you."

Jiang Nansun's pretty face flushed red instantly, her eyes and brows showing a hint of embarrassment at being exposed. She never expected that Lin Yuan would not eat with them, but instead she had casually sat down.

Oh my god, this is so embarrassing!
No wonder Lin Yuan looked so surprised. Her own father hadn't told her either. Luckily, Lin Yuan had a good temper and even brought her over. If he had exposed her on the spot, she would have wanted to crawl into a hole and hide.

"Then I'll go down first."

Lin Yuan nodded slightly.

Jiang Nansun opened the car door, got out, and then bent down slightly to look at Lin Yuan inside the car, saying softly, "Thank you for giving me a ride."

"nothing."

(End of this chapter)