Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

Before Liang Wenchao could make a decision, "Liaozhai: Lanruo Temple" had already completely overwhelmed the new short film produced by Xingcan Entertainment on the Tencent platform.

Currently, almost all the trending topics on Weibo are related to Wang Xiaozhou.

[Who are the male and female protagonists of "Liaozhai: Lanruo Temple"?]

Is Wang Xiaozhou an actor or a singer?

Is Wang Xiaozhou still a creator?

When did such a talented young actor emerge in the entertainment industry?

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The popularity of the short films about Liaozhai gradually brought Wang Xiaozhou into the spotlight, but this was clearly not what Wang Xiaozhou had originally planned.

So when the show's director suggested that he also go on stage to challenge the contestants, he only replied with two words.

"Gathering Momentum!"

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"Wow, you're such a show-off. You only replied with two words when you texted the singer's director."

Linzhou City.

The company rented a studio apartment for Meng Ziyi.

Wang Xiaozhou was half-reclining on the sofa, while Meng Ziyi leaned against his shoulder, secretly glancing at his phone screen.

"Meng Ziyi, it is very impolite to look at someone else's phone."

Wang Xiaozhou glanced sideways at Meng Ziyi and rebuked her.

Meng Ziyi pouted and lifted her long leg, pressing it against Wang Xiaozhou: "How did I peek? Weren't you the one secretly doing bad things behind my back?!"

"What bad thing did I do?"

"When did you film the short film with Mao Xiaotong? I didn't know about it before the Lunar New Year."

Wang Xiaozhou was very surprised to hear this and said, "I told you, I need to go on a business trip to Jinmenwei before the New Year. You didn't remember what I said at all."

"Well..."

Meng Ziyi immediately took out her phone and searched for the chat history.

Wang Xiaozhou snorted: "You're really not taking me seriously. I called you to tell you what I said, why are you going through my QQ chat history?"

"Okay, then."

Meng Ziyi readily put her phone back in her pocket, then slapped away Wang Xiaozhou's large hand that was rubbing against her leg.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to be a pervert?"

Wang Xiaozhou put his finger to his nose and said in a high-pitched voice, "What kind of hooliganism am I talking about? It's not like you put your leg up and pinned me down."

Meng Ziyi wasn't angry at all. She simply got up and stretched her long legs out on the sofa to show them off: "Are they long? Are they pretty?"

In February, Jinmenwei can occasionally retain snow, but the heating often fails to keep up.

So even though the air conditioning was on in the room, Meng Ziyi still wore leggings over her legs.

Normally, this kind of outfit requires wearing a short skirt over it to cover the key areas, but there's no need for that at home.

Therefore, Meng Ziyi's lower body curves were perfectly outlined by a pair of leggings.

In Wang Xiaozhou's eyes, this temptation was no less than that of seamless black stockings, and he simply couldn't resist it.

"I'm really angry right now!"

Wang Xiaozhou spoke with eyes blazing with anger.

Meng Ziyi, completely unaware of the danger she was in, still twisted her body nonchalantly, asking, "Is it pretty? Is it pretty?"

Wang Xiaozhou took out his phone to check the time; it was 8:20 PM. He then held up three fingers to Meng Ziyi: "I'll let you be arrogant for another three hours... and forty minutes."

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with three hours? Hurry up and get dressed, I'll treat you to hot pot at the bottom of the lake."

Wang Xiaozhou raised his hand to stop Meng Ziyi from getting dressed and said, "We're not going out to eat today. I bought groceries on my way here, so we'll cook at home."

Pointing to the two large suitcases by the door, Meng Ziyi asked, puzzled, "You bought groceries? And packed them in your suitcases?"

Wang Xiaozhou got up, opened a black suitcase, and took out various fruits and vegetables: "What's wrong with that? I got them all from home. If the sauerkraut wasn't so strong, my mom would have given me a couple to take with me."

Meng Ziyi smacked her lips twice in a daze: "I've only been away for a day, it's not like I'm craving food from my hometown. But it feels so good to have someone thinking of me."

First, he blanched and cut the pork belly, then rinsed all the vegetables. Wang Xiaozhou was busy in the kitchen.

Meng Ziyi was also helping out from the side, her expression showing a hint of smugness:

"Sigh, I was planning to tell you when we went out to eat, but you're too unlucky and have to eat at home, so I'll tell you in advance."

He miraculously pulled out his phone and showed the bank balance page: "Didn't I borrow two advertisements before the New Year? After deducting the company's share and taxes, I actually got this much."

"I've already raised enough money for Sister Juan's chemotherapy. I don't really need the money now, so you can use it all for now."

With a ding, Wang Xiaozhou's phone displayed a notification that 500,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.

Wang Xiaozhou, focused on chopping vegetables, stared intently: "Are you some kind of fairy? You transfer all your money to me, and you don't even need to eat?"

Wang Xiaozhou just checked and found that Meng Ziyi had a total of 500,000 and a few hundred yuan in her card. He then transferred 500,000 yuan directly to him, leaving her with only a few hundred yuan in her card.

According to the contract, Meng Ziyi only needed to transfer 450,000 yuan, but she didn't keep any for herself.

This has little to do with the 80-something level of affection; this guy is just a born romantic.

"I don't need to spend any money. The company buys everything for me. I have absolutely no living expenses. My clothes and cosmetics are all delivered by the company that I work for. What use would I have for money?"

Wang Xiaozhou remained noncommittal; how could money be useless?

However, Meng Ziyi noticed that he was short of money, and since he couldn't refuse her kind offer, he decided to accept it and consider it as her investment in his new short film.

After stirring and frying, it was already 11:30 when Wang Xiaozhou finished cooking all the dishes.

Meng Ziyi was momentarily stunned when she brought the dishes to the table.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, lots of garlic."

"For stewed cabbage with pork belly, first pan-fry the pork belly to dry out all the fat."

"Stir-fried eggs with scallions are a good source of protein."

"Does it look familiar?"

Wang Xiaozhou also sat down at the dining table, grinning from ear to ear.

Meng Ziyi nodded and said, "I know. If it weren't for this meal, I would be shivering in my rented room in the county town right now."

Sister Juan is probably at home in so much pain she can't even turn over, waiting for her husband to scrape together enough money for her next round of chemotherapy.

As she spoke, Meng Ziyi's eyes welled up with tears, and her emotions began to wander.

Wang Xiaozhou quickly reached out to stop him: "Don't reminisce about the past. I'm cooking for you so you can praise me for being virtuous, not so you can shed tears. Sit down and eat."

"Teng..."

Meng Ziyi sniffed, composed herself, and served the two of them a full bowl of rice, which she then ate with great relish along with the three dishes in front of her.

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

"Are you full?"

"I'm full."

Wang Xiaozhou turned on his phone; it was almost midnight. He snapped his fingers and turned off all the lights in the room.

Two crisp "click" sounds as the lighter was pressed.

The candles were lit, and Wang Xiaozhou emerged from another suitcase carrying a cake.

"Now let's move on to the next segment: Happy Birthday!"

Starting from your eighteenth birthday, I, Zhou Ge, want you to know that a woman's tears aren't just limited to her eyes!