A real killer playing a villain; the guy surnamed Zhen in Detective, run!

She had just finished a phone call, her expression still sharp as when she was working.

Lin Wanwan's assistant, Xiao Ju, also squeezed in from the outside when the door opened.

Xiao Ju's eyes were red. As soon as she saw Lin Wanwan, she ran over and unfolded the coat in her arms to wrap around Lin Wanwan's bare shoulders and back.

"Sister Wanwan..."

When Xiao Ju saw the red marks on her wrist, tears welled up in her eyes.

"them……"

"It's nothing," Lin Wanwan said hoarsely. "Let's go."

Su Qinghan stood at the door, her gaze sweeping across the private room.

A sashimi plate shattered on the ground.

Mr. Wang slumped in his chair.

The two bodyguards stood by the long table, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

Lin Wan's evening dress was disheveled, and there were marks on her wrist.

There was a sauce stain on Lu Yuan's trouser leg.

Su Qinghan's face turned cold.

There's no need to ask about this situation.

She'd seen all the dirty tricks in the industry; it wasn't anything new.

Su Qinghan walked over in high heels.

She's standing!

Mr. Wang is paralyzed!

There was a table with overturned wine glasses between the two.

"Mr. Wang, let's leave it at that for today."

Her tone of voice extinguished the last bit of warmth in the private room.

"If you dare to make a move against Lu Yuan in private, I guarantee that starting tomorrow, all top-tier publicity, core media, and theatrical releases will be shut down for your project."

Mr. Wang choked.

Su Qinghan continued, "You can try."

Liang Bo's eyelids twitched.

This is absolutely not empty talk!

Only laymen would think that a director is just someone who makes films.

In fact, at Su Qinghan's level, she herself is a profit chain.

Her films can save release schedules, support theaters, boost streaming memberships, and help distribution companies win awards and make money.

Mr. Wang is rich, but there are many kinds of money.

There are very few people in the industry who can consistently turn money into box office success, critical acclaim, and awards.

Su Qinghan is willing to overturn the table; President Wang's meager reputation as an investor won't withstand a few rounds of dismantling.

Mr. Wang's lips moved, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Director Su, I...I really drank too much."

"Then quit drinking."

Su Qinghan looked at Liang Bo and Zhou Yue.

"I'm not going to discuss 'The Faceless' tonight. As for the future of the project, the legal and production departments will coordinate again tomorrow."

Liang Bo nodded immediately.

"Of course, Director Su, please rest first. We'll handle things here tonight."

Zhou Yue also chimed in, "We'll communicate with President Wang about this."

Su Qinghan ignored them.

She turned around, and Lu Yuan was standing next to her.

The man who had just escaped death looked down at the sauce stains on his trousers, feeling sorry for his pants.

Su Qinghan, who had been suppressing her anger, suddenly relaxed a little when she saw this scene.

Lu Yuan looked up and reached out to take her fingertips in his hand.

Su Qinghan's hands were a little cold, but when his palm enveloped hers, she didn't struggle.

Mr. Wang nodded like a broken ornament.

"That's enough, that's enough... I promise, I won't cause any more trouble."

All he wants now is to get away from those two people.

A stoic, fierce-looking man and a fiercely protective, crazy woman.

......

Several days have passed since the dinner party incident.

Lin Wanwan could never forget it.

That night, the private room reeked of alcohol, cigarettes, and amber-colored liquor. There was also Sister Hong's hand on her shoulder and the wooden chopstick pressed against Boss Wang's neck.

Lu Yuan pushed those people sitting at the top of the resource hierarchy back into their most primal fears.

Lin Wanwan went home and lay in bed, but couldn't fall asleep until dawn.

She kept thinking about that sentence.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Waiting for them to order more food?"

That morning, she turned down half a day of brand live streaming.

Sister Hong's voice shrill with anger on the phone: "Lin Wanwan, you're on the rise right now! Do you even know how much you get paid for a half-day gig?"

Lin Wanwan sat in the back of the van, her hat pulled low.

"I have personal matters to attend to."

"What personal matters are more important than business?"

"thank."

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

Hongjie, suppressing her anger, asked, "Are you going to find Lu Yuan?"

Lin Wanwan did not answer.

Sister Hong sneered: "What kind of decent person do you really think he is? He dared to use chopsticks to confront Boss Wang, what kind of person do you think he is? Staying away from this kind of person won't do you any harm."

Lin Wanwan tightened her grip on the gift box.

It was a top-tier luxury watch. She spent a long time choosing it, and finally picked the most expensive and reliable one.

She's not good at owing favors.

I don't want to simply say "thank you" and move on from what happened that night.

"Sister Hong, I'll be going back to film this afternoon."

"you--"

Lin Wanwan hung up the phone.

Xiao Ju, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at her, her face scrunched up with anxiety: "Sister Wanwan, are you really going?"

"go."

Is the address reliable?

"The people at Director Su's studio didn't say it explicitly; I had to ask around three times before I could piece it together."

Xiao Ju panicked even more: "This doesn't count as stalking, does it?"

Lin Wanwan paused for a moment: "No photos, no need to stay too long, just thank you."

The nanny van was parked at the street corner outside an old residential area in the south of the city.

Electric bikes were parked on both sides of the narrow road, and the walls were peeling off in patches. The breakfast stalls downstairs hadn't been cleaned up yet, and the smell of cooking oil mixed with the stench from the sewers was wafting straight into my nose.

Xiao Ju covered her nose and lowered her voice, "Sister Wanwan, are you sure you've got the right person? That...that Teacher Lu, what are you doing here?"

In her mind, Lu Yuan should live in a penthouse apartment.

Black floor-to-ceiling windows, a temperature-controlled wine cabinet, bodyguards on guard, and iris scanning upon entry.

At the very least, there should be a basement filled with cold weapons and surveillance screens.

But here, at the entrance of the building, there's a sign that says "Professional Drain Cleaning," and next to it is a guy looking to rent a room, his phone number torn to shreds.

Lin Wanwan shook her head. "That's right."

Little Orange didn't understand: "But this is too..."

"That makes sense."

Lin Wanwan looked up at the old building, her voice lowering slightly: "Truly capable people don't need their residence to prove anything. They hide their identities in the streets, so no one can see through them."

Little Orange: "..."

She really wanted to say, "Wanwan, isn't your filter a bit too thick?"

But recalling the scene of Mr. Wang being so frightened that he lost control of his bladder that night, she swallowed her words back.

The two entered the building through the back door.

There is no elevator.

Old cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner, and the stair railing felt sticky to the touch.

Lin Wanwan lifted her skirt and walked upstairs, her sunglasses and mask covering most of her face, and she held the luxury watch gift box in her hand very tightly.

She rehearsed it in her mind the whole way.

"Thank you, Teacher Lu, for that day."

No, it's too light.

"If it weren't for you, that night..."

That won't work either; it would be too embarrassing.

"Please accept this small gift as a token of my appreciation."

Too business-like.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

When I reached the fourth floor, I suddenly heard a sound in the hallway.

Inside the half-open security door, Lu Yuan's voice was low and unusually stern.

"You've gotten quite bold, haven't you?"

Lin Wanwan stopped in her tracks.

Little Orange stopped too, her eyes widening in surprise.

Inside the gate, Lu Yuan continued his instruction.

"You've learned to ambush people when I'm not around? Who taught you to break the rules?"

Lin Wanwan's back tensed up.

The image of the bodyguards missing her that night flashed through her mind.

Lu Yuan sidestepped over the long table, pressing the tip of his chopsticks against President Wang's throat, without even taking a second breath.

What's inside the door now?

Enemy? Informant?

Or is it someone who shouldn't be here?

Little Orange asked in a whisper, "Sister Wanwan, how about... we reschedule for another day?"

Lin Wanwan didn't move.

Her palms were sweaty, and the corners of the gift box were digging into her hands.

Should she leave?

But when Lu Yuan stepped forward that night, no one invited him.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took half a step forward and peered through the crack in the door.

She was ready.

You might see cold weapons, a dangerous figure pinned to the ground, or a room with thick curtains drawn and filled with strange tools.

Then, she saw Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan, the version from the old neighborhood in the south of the city!