Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 252 Wang Churan's Madness
8:30 PM, Luyang, Binhu Shuangxi.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night was as still as ink.

Jiang leaned back in the ergonomic chair, his fingertips tracing the data stream on the tablet screen. The stress test report of the Wuwen large model unfolded on the cold light screen, the dense parameters flowing slowly like a silent galaxy.

The phone vibrated abruptly on the table, its buzzing breaking the silence of the study.

His gaze swept across the screen and caught sight of the three words "Li Yanhong" flashing on it.

This point?
Jiang Qing raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly. Li Yanhong rarely called him directly, especially at this time.

A feeling similar to a program anticipating an abnormal input stream welled up in his mind, and he raised his hand to press the answer button.

"It's unusual for Mr. Li to call at this hour. May I ask what advice you may have?"

He spoke with a smile, his tone carrying a familiar, teasing tone.

There was no small talk on the other end of the phone. Li Yanhong's tone was unusually uncomfortable, losing its usual calmness and getting straight to the point with obvious urgency.

"President Jiang, do you know an actress named Wang Churan?"

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow and tightened her grip on her phone slightly.

Wang Churan?
The fact that Li Yanhong asked this question itself was unusual.

The image of the girl whose eyes always sparkled when she looked at him flashed through his mind. She appeared to be a dignified and elegant beauty with striking features, but her personality was surprisingly soft, sweet, and obedient.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

"know."

Jiang Qing answered decisively, without any further explanation, only adding one sentence.

"She is my fan."

He keenly sensed something was amiss, like an undercurrent suddenly stirred beneath a calm lake.

"Okay, got it."

Li Yanhong's voice deepened, carrying a decisive and resolute tone, yet revealing a hint of annoyance.

"This is our fault. Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation."

The call ended abruptly as soon as he finished speaking, the busy tone short and abrupt.

Jiang Qing gripped her phone, her brows furrowing deeply.

Li Yanhong's reaction was too decisive, not even giving him a chance to ask why.

The phrases "we're on the wrong side" and "explain" are too suggestive.

For Robin Li to personally intervene and even use the word "explain"... she's in trouble? And this trouble is directly related to the Baidu Group?

He put down his phone, his fingertips unconsciously tapping on the smooth tabletop, making a very faint clicking sound.

For a moment, only the low hum of the ventilation system remained in the study.

Just as he was pondering whether to contact Wang Churan directly, the screen of his phone on the table suddenly lit up again.

New WeChat message notification.

Sender: Wang Churan.

He picked up his phone and casually opened it.

"Jiang Shen, I encountered a little trouble in Xingcheng today, like a melodramatic scene from a script (laughs while covering mouth). But don't worry, it's all resolved! I just suddenly really wanted to hear you talk."

The text was followed by a laughing emoji covering her mouth, showing that she was trying to create a relaxed atmosphere, but the slight "twist" and "suddenly wanting to hear you talk" revealed between the lines confirmed his guess.

Jiang Qing stared at the message for a few seconds.

Li Yanhong's abrupt phone call, Wang Churan's seemingly lighthearted yet actually fearful message... the details instantly became clear.

The trouble comes from Baidu, and the connection to Wang Cherish must be with iQiyi.

It seems to be the other party's fault; things probably went awry, which is why Li Yanhong had to personally step in to explain. But Wang Churan seems to have gotten away with it and is fine now.

Judging from Li Yanhong's reaction, he probably learned about Wang Churan's relationship with him from Fosun, but he seems to have misunderstood.

He did not reply.

My finger hovered over the top of the screen for a moment, then I tapped the green voice call button.

Xingcheng, suite at Wanda Plaza Hotel.

Wang Cherished almost as if holding her breath, her eyes glued to her phone screen.

After that message was sent, time seemed to stretch out, each second feeling like it was being ground on scalding sand.

What will he say?
Will they ask what the matter is?
Would you support her actions?

Or... will they never reply at all?

Just as her fingertips were unconsciously picking at the edge of her phone case, and her heart was sinking, the screen suddenly lit up!

Instead of a text reply, a voice call invitation popped up directly!
That familiar sunset image now seems to radiate a scorching heat.

Wang Cherish's heart skipped a beat, almost jumping out of her throat.

She hurriedly sat up straight, took a deep breath, and patted her cheeks hard to cool them down. Then, with an almost reverent nervousness, she pressed the answer button and carefully held the phone to her ear.

"Jiang...Jiang God?"

Her voice was deliberately soft, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as she tried to maintain the obedient and somewhat shy image she usually projected in front of him.

"Well, it's me."

Jiang Qingping's calm and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, carrying a soothing power that penetrated the radio waves and reached the eardrums.

"I just saw your message. What happened in Xingcheng?"

He asked directly, without any unnecessary formalities.

This direct concern warmed Wang Churan's heart, but then a strong urge to confide and... a secret excitement welled up within him.

I finally had a chance to talk to him!

And it was because she "felt wronged"!
She held her phone, her body unconsciously leaning slightly forward, as if to get closer to his voice.

She began to recount, from the "bottom line" project to the lavish backdrop of the dinner party, then his sudden and arrogant appearance, his relentless pressure, his flippant words, his threats and intimidation, and finally her unbearable outburst...

Her narration was clear, her tone as calm as possible, even tinged with a self-deprecating helplessness, as if she were telling someone else's story. But when she got to Zhang Yang's last words, "I can get you out of here with just one word," and when he reached out to grab her arm, the hint of "grievance" and "lingering fear" in her voice betrayed her, and she choked up slightly.

"I was really... angry and scared at the time."

She spoke in a low voice, her fingers unconsciously twisting the soft fabric of her skirt.

"He was too close, and his smell... was awful, so I couldn't help myself..."

She omitted the part about Xu Yun leading people to rescue them, only emphasizing her own "resistance" and the "resolution" of the situation.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

This brief silence made Wang Churan's heart leap again. What was he thinking? Did he think she was being too impulsive? Or...?

"You did the right thing."

Jiang Qing's voice rang out again, deep and clear, carrying an appreciative affirmation.

"There's no need to give face to this kind of good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid; protecting yourself is the most important thing."

There was no blame in his tone, only pure agreement and support.

A huge surge of warmth instantly overwhelmed Wang, and her heart pounded like a drum.

She could almost picture his expression at that moment: his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes focused and protective.

He's on her side!

He agreed with her approach!
"Ok!"

She nodded vigorously, her voice slightly nasal, trying to suppress the mix of excitement and grievance.

"Later, our company's people came and drove him away. Mr. Xu, the head of the Xingcheng branch, said that the group would handle it."

She quickly added that the matter had been resolved and she didn't want him to worry.

"That's good."

Jiang Qing's voice softened.

"Fosun handled the situation promptly, which shows its responsibility. In the future, if you encounter a similar situation, don't try to tough it out. Safety comes first. Contact the company or someone you trust in time."

He left a loophole in his words, the "trusted person" was vague, but it made Wang Churan's heart feel like it was being gently tickled by a feather, itchy and sweet.

"I understand, Jiang Shen."

She obediently agreed, her voice soft and sweet, filled with a strong sense of dependence.

"Yes, it's good that it's resolved. Don't overthink it, just get some rest."

Jiang Qing's voice remained gentle, clearly indicating that she intended to end the call.

It was late at night, and their relationship was no longer suitable for further discussion.

"Jiang Shen!"

Wang Churan blurted it out almost without thinking, afraid that he would hang up the next second.

"Well... this time, thanks to the company, and... also thanks to you. I know that if it weren't for you, the company wouldn't have supported me so much."

She paused, her heart pounding like a drum, and mustered her courage to say the words she had prepared.

"Wait... when you have time to come to Shanghai, or I'll go to Luyang... I'll treat you to a meal, okay? Thank you for listening to me today, and thank you for the courage you gave me as my idol. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been so brave today."

She carefully crafted her "gratitude" in a way that seemed reasonable, carrying with it the reverence fans have for their idol and a subtle, deeper expectation.

Jiang Qing, on the other end of the phone, was unaware of the deeper intentions behind the invitation, simply assuming it was a fan wanting to express their gratitude.

"no problem."

He agreed readily, even with a hint of relief, as if a work matter had come to an end.

"Once you're done with this busy period, you should get some rest and avoid staying up late."

His tone was like an elder instructing a younger person, natural and appropriate.

"Okay! Jiang Shen, don't overwork yourself! Goodnight!"

Wang Churan's voice instantly lit up with joy, as if she had been given honey.

"Good night."

As soon as the voice faded, the busy tone indicating the end of the call followed.

Wang slowly put down her phone, the light from the screen illuminating her cheeks, which were slightly flushed with excitement.

The study was silent except for her slightly rapid breathing.

After a few seconds of absolute silence, she suddenly stood up from the dressing stool, kicked off her high heels, and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, silently turning around!
The pink skirt swirls in a light arc, like flower petals blooming.

She didn't scream or laugh; instead, the corners of her mouth gradually curved upwards, eventually settling into an unusually bright smile, even bordering on eerie with a sense of satisfaction.

His eyes were incredibly bright, like they were filled with crushed starlight, or like two faint flames burning.

She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, where the myriad neon lights of Changsha stretched out beneath her feet like a flowing sea of ​​light.

She stretched out her finger and gently touched the cool glass, her fingertip slowly sliding along the glass as if outlining an invisible shape.

"Jiang Shen..."

She murmured softly, her voice exceptionally clear and tender in the empty room.

"You're going to have dinner with me..."

She slowly turned around, leaning against the cold glass, her gaze falling on the bright mirror on the dressing table.

The girl in the mirror had a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, but her eyes shone with an almost greedy focus and a ecstatic joy at having achieved her goal.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing across her smooth, delicate cheek, the movement as tender as if she were caressing a rare treasure, or simulating some imagined touch.

"When will we meet again? I need to prepare myself and dress up nicely to see you..."

She spoke to herself in the mirror, each word barely audible to herself, her eyes gradually becoming hazy, filled with unspeakable anticipation and sweet fantasies.

In the mirror, on that classically elegant face, the smile remained sweet, but deep within her eyes surged an undercurrent of something completely different from her outward appearance—an almost obsessive undercurrent. Yet, the corners of her mouth curved into a gentle arc, as if a torn soul had been forcibly stitched back together.

And all of this was quietly witnessed by the mirror on the dressing table.

(End of this chapter)