Chapter 2: Reunion

When Sheng Mingzhi took off from HaiCheng International Airport, he was on the same flight as Qiao Yan.

Qiao Yan was joined by Huo Yuzhe, and the three of them met in first class with different looks on their faces.

Huo Yuzhe had worked with Sheng Mingzhi and was ready to break the silence.

Who knew Qiao Yan would move faster than he did, giving a laugh and sitting next door across from Sheng Mingzhi, leaning into Huo Yuzhe's arms like a proper palace, "What a coincidence, Sheng Mingzhi."

The trophy for the best newcomer was placed on the table.

The crystal trophy reflects the warm yellow light of the first class cabin with a sense of presence.

Sheng Mingzhi rolled his eyes inwardly at this childish provocation.

Qiao Yan looks at his face, inside the cabin, and Sheng Mingzhi's face is covered in a soft light, exquisite as a porcelain work of art.

He gritted his teeth, hating Sheng Mingzhi's superior face, and spoke in a sharp tone: "I thought you would have left long ago, after all, you had nothing to do with the festival awards ceremony today. I'm exhausted after staying for over half an hour just to give my acceptance speech."

Sheng Mingzhi didn't get annoyed, so he took off his headphones and the sound of the entertainment review video he was watching was played out loud in the cabin.

"If it wasn't for Yu Gong's drug addiction, we wouldn't have had the chance to see his wooden acting. Even my dog can get into the entertainment industry now. If Qiao Yan hadn't been paid, I would have torn his head off and kicked him in the balls!"

Yu Gong, the long-expected winner of the HaiCheng Film Festival's Best Newcomer Award, was taken into custody straight after being exposed to drug use before the ceremony began.

Sheng Mingzhi slowly paused the video to add a comment, "Of course, I think that besides thanking Yu Gong, you should also thank the iron fist of the Party and the righteousness of the people, if he hadn't been reported by the people, you wouldn't be sitting in first class now, crying out of exhaustion?"

Qiao Yan's face turned red: "You!"

Sheng Mingzhi was so relieved to see Qiao Yan's crooked nose and slanted eyes that he got up and went to the bathroom.

I had just finished washing my hands when I looked up and saw Huo Yuzhe standing behind him.

"Talk."

Sheng Mingzhi is too lazy to care about him.

Huo Yuzhe whispered, "You've blacked out my WeChat?"

When his voice was low and depressed, it sounded very much like an online bubble tone, which gave Sheng Mingzhi goose bumps.

"Or else keep it for the New Year?" Sheng Mingzhi sneered, "I've been hit in the face like this by your little couple, and I still don't pull the plug on you, my big philanthropist?"

Huo Yuzhe was about to say something else when Sheng Mingzhi said nonchalantly, "Get out of my way if you want to save face. I don't need a punching machine that says good morning and good night to me every day."

Huo Yuzhe's face froze.

Sheng Mingzhi had already ignored him, leaving him with a cold back.

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Two hours later, the plane landed at YunJing International Airport.

Sheng Mingzhi came out of the VIP lane, and at a glance, she saw a flirty pink Maserati parked at the main entrance. The woman in front of the car was stepping on exaggerated twelve centimetre Barbie pink high heels, and was high on luxury from head to toe, hating to put the line "I am rich" on her face, and even her ten nails were studded with broken diamonds.

It was his hairdresser, Shen Ling.

As Sheng Mingzhi's only close friend, Shen Ling's family was not a bad one either.

Her father's generation started to do business in Hong Kong in the early years of his life, and only after the reform in China did he move back to YunJing, where he was a well-known socialite in the world of high society.

"Baby!"

Shen Ling pounces pompously into Sheng Mingzhi's arms, perfume puffing out of her nose, and Sheng Mingzhi pushes her away in disgust.

"Stay away from me, I don't want a scandal about being adopted by a rich woman tomorrow."

Shen Ling mentally rolls her eyes.

I thought, "Oh, come on, you're an eighteenth-string bum who's still worried about rumors, and no one will be hurt if the house collapses.

But in order to preserve Sheng Mingzhi's fragile glass heart, Shen Ling thoughtfully distanced herself from him.

It had been a long time since they had seen each other and the first thing they did was dive into the members-only spa on YunJing West Road.

Inside the cloudy VIP lounge, Sheng Mingzhi took off her contact lenses, her tired body finally relaxed after a long day, and chatted with Shen Ling about various party show gossip while raping her square with a big Twitter view.

Fifteen days have passed since he last tweeted.

However, if you click on Weibo, Sheng Mingzhi's replies and private messages are still impressive, not the kind of heat you'd expect from an eighteenth-tier buzzkill.

Of course, it's basically all about scolding him.

Ever since Sheng Mingzhi liked the tweet that his face beat all the traffic in Inner Entertainment, he has been continuously attacked by fans of the eight major traffic families and has been continuously scolded for six months.

Sheng Mingzhi has no sense of remorse and continues to do what he does, making his fans furious and incompetent.

But because of the quality of his selfies, gradually the picture of the traffic fans became strange.

Sheng Mingzhi has crossed out a few random entries.

[Damn, are you dead yet? I haven't tweeted for a month, the donkeys in the production team don't even dare to rest like this.]

[Lacking a WeChat avatar, not one that has been posted on Weibo before, but one that is taken now, with an element of face].

[In? Don't put up a fight, out of business pussies get out of the entertainment industry]

The company has set up an anti-black station for you, there is not enough manpower, the account password is private to you, join it yourself later, don't be ashamed, work is important].

Sheng Mingzhi switched to private messaging, and sure enough, his account password was private.

The name of the anti-black station tweet is as follows: retarded, right you really believe it?

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Backhandedly, he pulled the plug.

After hacking a dozen anti-fans who had been bouncing around his comments section, Sheng Mingzhi took a selfie of himself.

In this photograph, Sheng Mingzhi's hair is half-wet but not dry, her fox eyes are slightly open, her upper eye line is visible, and her skin is a little pink with water, revealing a hint of innocence.

He is not feminine looking, only his fox eyes carry a natural moodiness, and when he plays innocent he looks like a harmless and innocent handsome puppy.

Also in the picture are the Vacheron Constantin personalized watch on the table and Shen Ling's platinum bag.

The little thoughts made clear.

Within seconds of sending it out, the comments had swept up to several hundred.

Sheng Mingzhi picked out a few and replied to them one by one.

"Your mother, finally tweeted, I squatted every day to punch the card to insult you, more punctual than sending good morning to my boyfriend!"

[Don't pick a fight.]

" Huo Yuzhe is your father, isn't he? Can you stop being backwards to him?"

[I'm your father, a thousand different things.]

"Primary school students are pretending to have more substance than you, remember to return the borrowed Hermes when you're done shooting."

[Rolling (Soya Beans with Heart)]

"Sheng Mingzhi (heart) is a singer and a dancer, acting with his feet, Sheng Mingzhi (heart) is a muddler, Sheng Mingzhi (heart) (50 cents a piece, private chat, checkout)"

[You can find a job in an electronics factory if you really have nothing else to do].

"Wife, so pure and lustful (lustful)"

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After a brief rendezvous with Shen Ling, Sheng Mingzhi eased into the Cayenne, the car that picked him up.

Lu Jiayan's assistant had already called him twice to ask when he would arrive home, which made Sheng Mingzhi distracted and silently greeted his cheap husband's ancestors.

What are you pretending to be than?

If you're really in a hurry, don't you call and have your assistant call?

--take him for what he is.

Sheng Mingzhi laughed coldly, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so he simply blacklisted Lu Jiayan's mobile number.

Although the couple's relationship was plastic and there was no need to play it safe in private, Lu Jiayan's perfunctory attitude clearly pissed off Sheng Mingzhi.

The atmosphere in the Cayenne was terribly frozen, and the driver didn't dare to utter a word on the way, fearing to provoke the young master with his arrogant reputation, and just after dropping the person off at the old mansion, he drove off to the car park as if he had fled.

Lu Jiayan's assistant was waiting for Sheng Mingzhi at the door early, and when he saw him, he ushered him inside.

Sheng Mingzhi spoke without expression, "The present for grandpa is still in the trunk, go get it for me."

The assistant whispered, "Second young master, Mr. Lu has already prepared a gift, he said you and he can just send one."

"What's his is his, what's mine is mine." Sheng Mingzhi raised an eyebrow and sulked, "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

The assistant froze.

After three years, I once again saw the temper of young master Sheng, and it was really only fierce and much more improved than three years ago.

He screamed and rushed to carry the gift Sheng Mingzhi had prepared in his hands.

When he entered the Lu family home, Sheng Mingzhi was quick to change his face, immediately putting on a graceful smile and becoming the favourite child of his elders.

Even though Sheng Mingzhi is not happy with Lu Jiayan, they both do a good job of playing the role in front of their elders.

Grandpa Lu hadn't seen him for a long time and missed him so much that he went out on crutches himself. Sheng Mingzhi rushed to greet him and called out sweetly "Grandpa".

The old man was overjoyed and could not help but feel sorry for him, "Why are you so late? I told Jiayan to pick you up and bring you back on the way."

Oh, Lu Jiayan, that workaholic, could leave his job to come and pick him up himself?

That's really the sun coming out of the west.

Sheng Mingzhi, who had been slandering inwardly for a while, hastened to put on the image of a considerate and virtuous wife: "Grandpa, Brother Lu has just returned to China and the company is busy, so I won't be tired when I return by car.

Nice! As expected of a superstar Sheng Mingzhi, the performance is perfect!

Grandpa Lu: "You can't leave you alone even if you're busy. Running off abroad on your second day of marriage is already enough nonsense ......"

Sheng Mingzhi put on a false smile: "Don't worry, Grandpa, Brother Lu often comes back to see me. Didn't I send you a photo of them all together."

Oh, the photoshopped group photo.

Old Lu's 80th birthday was not a big event, but the villa was filled with all of the younger generations who should have come.

In addition to the Lu family's immediate relatives, the Sheng Mingzhi family also came, among them his sister Sheng Xue.

The two are identical as children, but as they grew up, Sheng Xue became more charming and affectionate, while Sheng Mingzhi became more handsome and heroic due to their gender.

But still very similar.

After the two siblings talked for a while, Sheng Mingzhi began to look absentmindedly into the hall, only without his invisibility, which for Sheng Mingzhi, who is five hundred degrees nearsighted, makes him indistinguishable from human beings five metres away.

There was a blur of light in front of him, a blur of clothes and a blur of drinks, and it wasn't long before Sheng Mingzhi heard someone calling him.

" Mingzhi ."

Sheng Mingzhi subconsciously turned his head and there was a tall man standing in front of him who looked seven or eight times like Lu Jiayan in a recent photograph.

He winced, not quite sure if this was Lu Jiayan, and after three years of not seeing him, the strangeness of his cheap husband made him a little unnatural.

But no one else but Lu Jiayan could have called him by his name with such affection on such an occasion.

The man couldn't help himself, "It's been a long time. What, you don't recognize me?"

Sheng Mingzhi hesitated for a moment: " Brother Lu ?"

The man paused, not denying Sheng Mingzhi's name: "Yes."

Is it really Lu Jiayan?

Your mother.

Why have you become ugly?

Sheng Mingzhi stiffens for a moment.

A big part of the reason he agreed to marry Lu Jiayan in the first place was because he was good looking, okay?

"You ...... you seem to have darkened."

After three years of absence, Sheng Mingzhi is awkwardly out of words.

So finish and embarrass yourself.

The man listened and gave two muffled chuckles, " Mingzhi on the contrary has always been white and has become more handsome."

It's been played, brother. It's not like anyone's watching here.

Sheng Mingzhi's mouth twitched, thinking, "I'm not afraid if you're going to try to act with me.

Who wouldn't be a loving couple?

Sheng Mingzhi gave an inward heave and took the man's arm affectionately, "What are you talking about husband, it's been a long time, miss you =3=."

It's not disgusting.

As soon as the words were spoken, there was a very distinct sound of footsteps behind Sheng Mingzhi.

Expensive leather shoes pound the ground, "da, da, da", getting closer and closer, before coming to a standstill at Sheng Mingzhi's side.

Sheng Mingzhi looked subconsciously and suddenly a man burst into his sight, wearing a well-cut black suit, with a noble and cold air, a few centimetres taller than the " Lu Jiayan" he was holding, his hair a little on the long side, but looking soft.

The man is fair-skinned, wears the same platinum wedding ring as Sheng Mingzhi on his ring finger, has extremely stunning peach blossom eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and therefore appears somewhat thin.

When Sheng Mingzhi saw what he looked like, he suddenly froze.

If there was a little doubt a moment ago that he was mistaken, Sheng Mingzhi confirmed it when the genuine Lu Jiayan and his cheap husband made an appearance.

That's Lu Jiayan, and it's really just his illusion that he's ugly.

Lu Jiayan has become a handsome man again after three years of absence.

Sheng Mingzhi froze in place, showing a rare moment of uncertainty, her ears flushed for a moment, and the hand she was holding loosened with an electric shock.

Crap.

Embarrassed scalp.

Sheng Mingzhi's stiffness could no longer be concealed, but as a result, the waiter passing him slipped and, before he could avoid him, the plate in his hand tilted to one side and the champagne was spilled over the plate, pouring a large portion of it over his shoulder.

The faint smell of alcohol instantly fills Sheng Mingzhi's nostrils and Lu Jiayan seems to look over.

His pupils were dark, a pure black of that kind.

Those peachy eyes give the illusion of being amorous and diffident when looking at people.

Sheng Mingzhi's fingers curled slightly, thinking I think I can still explain.

Again, you know we're just plastic husband and wife so you shouldn't expect much from me :D.

As a result, Lu Jiayan's eyes skipped over him and fell directly on Sheng Xue's face.

The corners of his mouth tugged a little, inexplicably lazy.

He looked at Sheng Xue.

Slowly.

"It's been so long, you've had a facelift?"