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After the third drink went down, Su Qianyu felt as if his empty stomach was being scorched by raging flames, a fiery pain gripping him tightly.
He forced himself to endure the discomfort and managed a strained smile at Shao He, the CEO of He Hai, a hint of bitterness in that smile. Slowly, he placed his glass on the table. "Thank you for your kindness, Shao."
Shao He wore a somewhat insincere smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes like hooks, keenly focused on Su Qianyu as if trying to extract some benefit from him.
After several more rounds of drinks, until Su Qianyu's eyes were red from the irritation, Shao He finally nodded and allowed him to sit down.
"Little Su," everyone called Su Qianyu by that diminutive form; just adding "Su" was already the highest form of flattery, and adding "little" made Su Qianyu feel grateful.
When Shao He addressed him, there was a hint of disdain in his tone. After chatting about trivial matters for a while, he suddenly asked, "How is Su Chongshan doing these days?"
Su Qianyu paused slightly before responding, "He's under observation; he's much better than before." His voice was calm, but inside he was churning with emotions.
Shao He then began discussing the incident involving Su Chongshan's arrest, claiming it must have been a mistake by the police.
Su Qianyu could only respond with forced smiles, but his stomach felt like it was churning with acid, overwhelming him with a strong urge to vomit.
The dishes on the table had grown cold; Su Qianyu guessed that over an hour had passed. He decided to broach the core topic of their gathering—the reason for his presence.
"Shao, the CEO, 'Rewarm' contrasts greatly with my previous styles. This time I want to express a return to warmth—"
"Hey," Shao He interrupted him with a wave of his hand. "What style? Your dad is over there; that style is just a pile of bird droppings! If that's what you call good filming, right?"
He slapped his thigh and laughed loudly at the other people at the table. The managers and directors burst into laughter at his words, their harsh laughter piercing like sharp needles into Su Qianyu's eardrums.
Faces flushed red under the lights glistened with grease; yellowed teeth exhaled the stench of nicotine. Su Qianyu sat at the edge, sitting up straight and awkwardly joining in their laughter.
His smile shattered like broken glass, filled with endless helplessness and sorrow.
An untimely phone ring suddenly broke through the atmosphere. Su Qianyu glanced apologetically at Shao He and quickly hung up.
The next moment, the ringing resumed with a series of sharp tones.
Noticing Shao He's displeased expression, Su Qianyu picked up his phone to check it. His gaze froze for a moment before he said "Sorry" to the others at the table and hurriedly exited the private room.
As he closed the door behind him, Su Qianyu hung up his phone and covered his mouth as he quickly made his way to the restroom.
His mind was foggy from alcohol and nicotine, and Su Qianyu's stomach was empty, only filled with a surge of gastric acid rising to his throat, pressing against his nerves with a throbbing pain.
He quickened his pace, keeping his head down as he turned the corner, just in time to see a pair of leather shoes suddenly appear in front of him. There was no way to dodge; the inertia caused them to collide forcefully.
Su Qianyu's palm scraped against the corner of the wall, where the stone had chipped slightly, causing the sharp edge to cut into his skin. He shuddered slightly, furrowing his brow lightly. The pain made him gasp.
The person who bumped into him gently steadied his shoulder. Su Qianyu did not look up but heard the person say "Be careful." He tilted his head and waved a hand at them while using the wall for support to steady himself. Without saying a word, he turned and walked into the restroom, where he promptly vomited until he felt dizzy.
After a while, Su Qianyu finally regained his composure. He leaned against the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face.
"It's too cold; what am I going to do?" Su Qianyu murmured to himself, his voice tinged with fatigue and helplessness.
His shoulder still felt as if it retained the sensation of being touched; through the fabric of his suit, he felt as if that patch of skin was about to ignite.
He noticed that his breathing had become somewhat rapid, feeling inadequate and inappropriate.
In the empty restroom where even a pin drop could be heard, Su Qianyu wanted to do something to distract himself, at least something to convince himself.
He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and silently exhaled slowly. When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes. As soon as he recognized why those shoes looked so familiar, he suddenly looked up and saw the person standing behind him through the mirror.
The renowned best Actor Yan, Yan Silin, stood there with his hands in his pockets, casually meeting Su Qianyu's gaze in the mirror.
Yan Silin had beautiful eyes that were very expressive; during his first award win for Best Newcomer, the committee had emphasized how those eyes seemed born for acting.
At that moment, when Su Qianyu was being watched by those eyes, it was hard for him to think about what emotions they contained.
Perhaps it was because those eyes were so dark that Su Qianyu couldn't feel anything.
They might have locked eyes for a long time or perhaps only three seconds. Su Qianyu broke the silence first; he rinsed his hands under the water again before turning off the tap. He grabbed some paper towels from beside him and wiped his hands while tilting his head toward Yan Silin in the mirror. "Hello, best Actor Yan."
His voice carried a hint of surprise and uncertainty.
Yan Silin shifted his gaze from Su Qianyu's hands to his face, a slight smirk appearing at the corners of his lips—cold and devoid of warmth—as he replied, "Hello, Director Su." His tone carried a hint of teasing.
Yan Silin narrowed his eyes slightly and looked Su Qianyu up and down before slowly saying, "It seems like you're not in great shape today." His gaze held a trace of concern but also concealed an inscrutable emotion.
Su Qianyu chuckled softly and replied, "Yeah, things haven't gone smoothly today. But it's okay; I'll sort it out. What about you? What brings you here?" His smile carried a touch of resignation and strength.
Yan Silin shrugged and said, "Just hanging out with some friends here, didn't expect to run into you."
His tone was relaxed, as if this were just a chance encounter.
Su Qianyu nodded slightly and was about to leave when Yan Silin suddenly spoke again, "I heard you're preparing a movie called 'Rewarm'?" A hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes.
Su Qianyu stopped, turned to look at Yan Silin, and said, "Yes, but I'm currently facing some difficulties and trying to find a way to solve them."
Yan Silin looked at him thoughtfully and then said, "Maybe I can help you."
Su Qianyu paused for a moment, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "Why would you want to help me?"
His eyes were filled with caution and suspicion.
Yan Silin smiled slightly and said, "Maybe it's because I'm interested in your movie, or maybe for other reasons. But does it really matter?" His smile carried a hint of mystery.
Su Qianyu was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to rely on my own efforts to solve the problem."
Yan Silin nodded gently and said, "Alright, but if you change your mind, feel free to contact me anytime."
Su Qianyu nodded again towards Yan Silin and then turned to leave the restroom. His determined figure seemed to tell the world that he would not give up easily.
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