He wasn’t talking about the Public Relations Departnt of Lin Anxin’s company, but about his own private public relations team.
As the heir to a super rich family, he definitely has a dedicated private PR team for his image managent.
However, Si Chen rarely used it; ever since they got together, essentially his private PR team had been serving Lin Anxin.
So, when it cos to handling Lin Anxin’s matters, they’re much more skillful than most talent agencies.
Si Chen rubbed his temples, his eyes visibly tired, and said in a deep voice, "I don’t ask much of you, I just ask you to be a little docile."
I don’t ask much of you, I just ask you to be a little docile.
Lin Anxin was silent for a mont. The fire in her chest gradually extinguished, replaced by a stifling feeling.
Si Chen understood her too well, even better than her own character. With seemingly unintentional precision, he pressed the area around his stomach, his eyebrows slightly knitted. With a tired yet noble face, he asked, "Do you want to have lunch together?"
"I’ve already eaten." Lin Anxin saw his small gesture. Knowing his stomach wasn’t well, her heart clenched. But she still gritted her teeth, clenched her fist, restrained her impulse, and said firmly.
Si Chen lifted his eyelids, showing no sign of depression, and naturally said, "Alright, I’ll head back to the company first, I still have work to finish."
"You go shoot the movie first."
His implication was that if Lin Anxin wasn’t eating with him, he didn’t want to eat either and would simply go back to continue his work.
Lin Anxin knew very well that she was now the ex-girlfriend.
As a proper ex-girlfriend, if she wanted a clean break from Si Chen, it’s best not to care about these things.
But... seeing the man’s slightly pale lips and tired eyes, her heart unexpectedly tightened, and she blurted out, "I took leave from the director."
A glimr of triumph flashed in Si Chen’s eyes, but he just stopped, tilting his ear to listen to her words.
Lin Anxin regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. But she wasn’t the kind of woman who overthought things, so since she started, she would just follow through. She took a deep breath, then another. Looking into Si Chen’s eyes, she said, "I took leave from the director until 5 pm, it’s only 2:30 PM now. There are still two and a half hours. If Young Master Si is free, I’d like to see the financier."
The financier was just the Golden Retriever she left with Si Chen to raise.
An incredible light burst from Si Chen’s eyes, directly eting her gaze, his thin lips parted, "I’m free."
...
Once seated in the car.
Lin Anxin realized what she had done.
She not only took the initiative to invite Si Chen to his house to see the dog but also walked out of the restroom with Si Chen in front of everyone on the set and got into Si Chen’s car.
Even more disastrously, her lips still bore the remnants of intimate traces.
Anyone with eyes could tell what happened between them inside.
Her temples throbbed with pain; she wished she could slap herself to death.
But she was already in the car, and Si Chen was sitting beside her, the car smoothly heading towards Si Chen’s Villa. To say she wasn’t going anymore would be too lodramatic.
Lin Anxin was restless all the way, like she was sitting on pins and needles, shifting around occasionally.
Si Chen, however, was very composed, sitting beside her, calmly flipping through the Financial Statents in his hand. It was as if he hadn’t noticed the anxiety and discomfort of the person next to him, relaxed and at ease.
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