Gu Yuan finished drinking the soup, found her phone, and sent a WeChat ssage to Xu Wei:
Gu Yuan: [Send over so selected scripts from recent company projects tomorrow, including movie scripts.]
Sending a ssage to Xu Wei at this ti, he was probably resting, so Gu Yuan ntioned sending it by tomorrow. However, within a few seconds, Xu Wei replied to her:
Xu Wei: [Good evening, President Gu. Recently, four new drama projects have been registered for filming, and contracts for over twenty film and TV rights have been signed with various novel websites. There are four film scripts lined up for shooting.]
The phone in Gu Yuan’s hand vibrated with a ’buzz.’
She picked it up and saw Xu Wei’s reply.
As she was typing a response to Xu Wei, the phone ’buzzed’ again, and Xu Wei sent another WeChat ssage:
Xu Wei: [President Gu, do you need BL adaptation scripts?]
Gu Yuan hesitated as she typed a reply.
She recalled that Chi Yu had never acted in BL adaptations before he beca famous.
Moreover, when Chi Yu shot to fa, BL adaptations weren’t as popular as they are now, and the policies weren’t strict either.
Now, with stricter policies, the core value of BL adaptations has shifted to socialist brotherhood, and anything skirting the line gets shut down quickly.
The risks of taking the plunge now are high, and it may not be easy to succeed.
But the chances of a breakout success are definitely higher.
Since Chi Yu is still choosing the entertainnt industry path upon his return, Gu Yuan intends to pave the way for him.
Three years ago, if Chi Yu hadn’t disappeared, he would have been a national sensation, becoming one of the top male stars in the country in a short ti; now, it’s all but a dreamy illusion, which Gu Yuan finds regrettable.
She wants to restore all those honors to him.
Gu Yuan replied to Xu Wei: [All of them are fine.]
Xu Wei: [OK!]
As Xu Wei hadn’t yet rested, Gu Yuan quickly sent another WeChat ssage: [What’s Yi Shu’s schedule for tomorrow?]
She waited a few seconds.
Xu Wei replied: [Yi Shu doesn’t need to attend the company’s morning eting tomorrow; he’ll be accompanying an artist to shoot a new drama’s promotional poster.]
Gu Yuan: [Contact Yi Shu tomorrow, and have him co to my office at four in the afternoon after he’s done.]
This ti, she waited for more than ten seconds.
Xu Wei was probably bewildered.
He didn’t understand why President Gu suddenly wanted to et Yi Shu; usually, company etings were chaired by Xu Wei unless it involved a project critical to the company’s developnt, which Gu Yuan would attend. Furthermore, President Gu only handled company-related matters and didn’t directly liaise with agents or artists.
So far, so artists in the company hadn’t seen Gu Yuan in person.
Xu Wei replied: [Alright, President Gu.]
After receiving Xu Wei’s reply, Gu Yuan turned off her phone.
She had just set down her phone when the bathroom door opened, and she turned back to see Chi Yu erge in a bathrobe, his hair still wet.
"All done."
"Yeah." He seed normal, except for his heavy breathing.
Gu Yuan plugged in the hairdryer and casually said, "You washed so quickly, are you sure you’re clean?"
Chi Yu’s breath paused, his hand gripping the robe’s belt: "Should I take it off for you to check?"
Gu Yuan paused and looked over: "Sure, go ahead."
Chi Yu didn’t dare actually take it off, fearing he’d be thrown out if he did; for such great progress today, he was already more than satisfied, and he didn’t want to ruin it. Moreover, Yuanyuan’s words were clearly just offhand remarks; he couldn’t take them seriously.
He obediently walked over and sat before her.
A strong aura of restraint emanated from his seemingly chaste face, as he reached out to grab the hairdryer, intending to quickly dry his hair himself.
Gu Yuan grabbed his robe sleeve and said, "Sit down."
Chi Yu had no intention of acting grand.
But Gu Yuan was willing to tend to him.
So he obediently sat, letting Gu Yuan dry his hair.
The intimate atmosphere, with the muffled noise from the hairdryer, flowed throughout the living room.
After drying his hair, Gu Yuan casually tousled it and remarked, "Your hair is still as good as ever."
As her words fell,
Chi Yu suddenly stood up.
His abrupt movent startled Gu Yuan, causing the hairdryer to drop to the floor, and she was then t with Chi Yu’s suddenly awakened gaze.
He always felt sothing was amiss but hadn’t dwelled on it.
In this world, he was Quan Jin, and he never assud Gu Yuan would know him. Additionally, he knew that after she returned to her world, she would forget everything that happened in his world.
In her mory, it was as if she had never entered his world.
But her reactions today told him she wasn’t at all distant or unfamiliar with him, even taking the initiative to approach him...
Especially that last remark made Chi Yu realize sothing.
She was very familiar with him.
"Gu Yuan." As Chi Yu called her na, he stepped back.
Gu Yuan wasn’t surprised by Chi Yu’s startled reactions; her earlier slip of the tongue was easy for him to pick up on and react to.
"If you have questions, just ask." Since he stepped back, she stepped forward.
Her toes t his.
She looked up, and he looked down.
Chi Yu understood he had been played, but upon reflection, whether it was in his world or hers, he had been toyed with by her from start to finish, and the next second he was at peace with it.
"So from the mont I appeared to this very mont, you’ve always rembered using the identity of Gu Xueli? You rember us, right?" He didn’t beat around the bush and asked her directly.
"Who is Gu Xueli?" Gu Yuan asked instinctively.
"Don’t play dumb." He was very angry.
Gu Yuan shook her head, "I’m not pretending. Was Gu Xueli my na in the past?"
Chi Yu: "..." He was at a loss with her.
In Gu Yuan’s mory, Chi Yu had never called her by that na.
If this na existed, it must have been the na she used in a parallel world.
What Gu Yuan didn’t know was that Gu Xueli was indeed her na in a parallel world.
She was surnad Gu, and in the parallel world, she was also surnad Gu.
In the parallel world, Chi Yu was surnad Quan, so when he ca to her world, he also stayed with a family surnad Quan.
In Gu Yuan’s blank mory—when she was Gu Xueli, her identity was that of a lady from a high-class family sent to a ntal institution.
And Chi Yu was the first person she saw when she woke up in the ntal institution.
He was the youngest dean at the ntal institution.
Those who knew him carefully addressed him as: Dean Quan.
Outsiders would simply call him: Doctor Quan.
He was indifferent and distant, having grown numb to madness and insanity because of his profession, his compassion long since eroded. His cold disregard showed no pity for any person suffering from ntal illness.
Indeed.
No normal person would view a ntally ill individual with a normal and patient eye.
Moreover, he was a renowned psychiatrist familiar with various ntal illnesses.
After Gu Xueli escaped from her room, the first person she saw was him.
She fell to the ground in front of him in a ss, and when she struggled to look up and see his face clearly, the white robe stung her eyes, yet she still wanted to reach out and grab the corner of that white robe.
To seek help from him.
He stood there motionless, gaze as cold as he looked down on her.
No hint of pity, no sign of sympathy.
Besides indifference, he chose to ignore her.
"Help ," her instincts drove her to seek help from this person in front of her, even though he wore a white coat just like the others, she grabbed the hem of his coat: "Please, help out, I’m not crazy, I’m really not crazy."
He laughed.
It was a laughter as cold as bone: "Everyone who cos to a ntal institution claims they’re not crazy."
He did not squat down for her but leaned down slightly, prying her fingers from his coat, her knuckles turned white and fell weakly, he smoothed out the wrinkles she had creased on his coat, then stood up and left.
Unwilling to give up, she reached out to grab him again.
Desperate to grasp hope.
Those chasing her dragged her back, and she heard them address him: "Dean Quan."
Soone asked: "Dean Quan, did she hurt you?"
Another asked: "Dean Quan, how should we deal with this lunatic sent by the Gu Family? According to the Gu Family’s wishes, or..."
She couldn’t hear the rest clearly.
She could only faintly hear the person called Dean Quan saying: "Let her fend for herself."
A sentence like a bottomless abyss.
For such a cold man, to say such cold words felt entirely fitting.
Later, no one knew how such a cold man fell from his pedestal.
Even though Gu Yuan regretted treating Chi Yu that way back then, if she could rember these past events, she would surely realize why she left him at that ti.
The suffering she endured in the ntal institution was more than the sum of her hardships from previous lives.
She suffered inhumane treatnt, almost driven mad when she was rely frad and sent to the ntal institution. At that ti, her goal was simply to live, to leave that world, to return to where she belonged.
So, she used every ans possible to pull that cold man down from his pedestal.
Later she said her na was Gu Yuan, hoping he would call her by her real na, she detested the na Gu Xueli from the bottom of her heart.
He was always compliant, calling her Yuanyuan again and again with affection and attachnt.
...
"You make ask, yet you deny your mory," Chi Yu’s voice carried more chill: "You’ve always enjoyed keeping under your control, toying with ."
Facing Chi Yu’s questioning now, Gu Yuan had no other response, only shaking her head.
"Do you still want to deny it?"
Chi Yu let out a self-mocking laugh: "Don’t deny it anymore, you rember Gu Xueli’s identity, you’ve never forgotten what happened in that world, right?"
Knowing the answer in his heart, he still had to ask, right?
He was truly bringing trouble upon himself.
Gu Yuan still shook her head: "I don’t rember it."
"You’ve gone this far, why won’t you admit it?" Chi Yu didn’t understand what she was plotting anymore by doing this.
This is the world she exists in.
She doesn’t need to plot or use him anymore.
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