Chapter 4: Mr. Sheng Jr.

"- Can't I respect Mr. Ai now that he's young?"

Two days have passed since Lu Jiayan's return, and Sheng Mingzhi still manages to mimic the phrase with a subtlety.

Shen Ling, wrapped in a bathrobe and carrying a juice, almost cracks the mask on her face.

The elegant and quiet interior of the private, closed-to-the-public members' house is now filled with the magical laughter of Shen Ling.

Luckily the compartment was well soundproofed, only the two massage ladies were immobile and startled.

"He's sick?" Sheng Mingzhi, not to be outdone, said, "Do you have to speak in such a strange way? He even deliberately mistook Sheng Xue for me, a chicken's guts are not as small as his heart."

Sheng Mingzhi started rehashing old scores as soon as he started spouting off.

I can't help but think of Lu Jiayan's past record of going abroad without saying a word three years ago, and how he did such an unethical thing just after getting married.

Should we find him another news bulletin so that we can tell the nation that he, Sheng Mingzhi, is worthless in the Lu family?

As Sheng Mingzhi's anger grew, Shen Ling swallowed the words "You were the one who misidentified your husband first".

The Grand Master is not to be messed with, and the Grand Master in anger is even more difficult.

Those who obey him will prosper, those who disobey him will perish.

Shen Ling Picking anger grows wrinkles, it's not even worth getting angry about internet spewers, it's worth getting angry about your cheap husband?"

The words did bring Sheng Mingzhi back to his senses and he eased his face a little, reluctantly focusing his attention on the wall-mounted TV in front of him to distract himself.

Unfortunately, the film that Qiao Yan won the award for was randomly shown on TV.

Sheng Mingzhi "tsked" and changed the channel in annoyance, only to jump to the web series he made with Huo Yuzhe six months ago.

......

Does this piece of shit TV have a grudge against you?

"Hey, look at Huo Yuzhe ." Shen Ling suddenly sat up straight.

"See, the eyes are not blind." Sheng Mingzhi frowned and turned off the TV hard: "Out of sight, out of mind."

"No." Shen Ling bumped his arm and lifted his chin slightly, "Look outside, is that Huo Yuzhe coming in?"

Sheng Mingzhi froze and followed Shen Ling's gaze past the carved yellow pear screen to the two men faintly visible in the corridor.

A man and a woman, the taller man is Huo Yuzhe, and the woman he is travelling with looks to be in her forties, somewhat plump and mature, and is holding Huo Yuzhe's arm in an intimate gesture.

The middle-aged woman, Sheng Mingzhi, is known to both Shen Ling and Sheng Mingzhi, and she has recently been featured in the news.

The executive of Tianyang Entertainment is also the director of Star Shine - aka Huo Yuzhe's recent appearance in a hit variety show.

Shen Ling's expression came to life.

They are uneducated rich kids who can't do anything but identify. They are the best at identifying lovers and catching adultery.

She immediately took the glasses and put them on Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Mingzhi :?

"Catching a rape." Shen Ling looked excited: "How can you see clearly without your glasses?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

"Holy shit." Shen Ling's rule of celebrity was immediately left behind and she lamented, "I think Huo Yuzhe has recently soared up the ladder like a hang-up, and her resources are so good, so she has someone above her."

Shen Ling also winked ambiguously when she said "above".

Sheng Mingzhi snorted, seemingly not too surprised.

Having worked with Huo Yuzhe, he had known that this man was not a man who could tolerate loneliness. He was able to send himself flirtatious texts while having an underground affair with Qiao Yan, and now he can cheat on himself for his future.

There is no code of ethics.

In the entertainment industry, such complicated and sordid things happen all the time.

"A master of time management."

Remembering that Huo Yuzhe and Qiao Yan's tweets had just appeared on Hotspot, Shen Ling made a concluding comment.

Huo Yuzhe This little episode passed quickly.

With his curiosity, it is not enough to waste the time of the Grand Young Master to pay attention.

After the two of them came out of the massage parlour, they went to a private kitchen for dinner.

Shen Ling has a birthday party tonight with a rich kid from the YunJing circle, who Sheng Mingzhi doesn't know well and certainly doesn't want to condescend to attend.

YunJing wants to invite Sheng Mingzhi to parties and evenings that are scheduled for next year.

He's going to dream about showbiz, thanks.

It's a busy time to get a career going.

After separating from Shen Ling, Sheng Mingzhi went straight to his car.

He had planned to go to the office, but it was clear that dedication and love for work was not his persona, and besides, there were no announcements to catch up with for the 18th-tier battering ram, so it was useless for him to pretend he was busy.

The Bentley makes a U-turn and heads for One XiShan.

In the carriage, Sheng Mingzhi is doing nothing but scrolling through Twitter feeds.

Number six is # Huo Yuzhe giving Qiao Yan a sweet birthday celebration.

It seems to be a real hug to the rich woman's leg, hot search is bought like no money.

Sheng Mingzhi Oh mockery, clicked in to find real discussion data of about a hundred entries, bought an embarrassment.

Little Master gloated and couldn't resist liking a few of the tweets mocking the dog-boy couple, but then remembered Little Wang's thinning hair.

Sheng Mingzhi, in a rare act of kindness, gave up on the idea of giving credit.

But celebrating Qiao Yan's birthday in the morning and sleeping with a rich woman in the afternoon?

For a moment, Shen Ling's comment came to his mind: a true master of time management.

Sheng Mingzhi's hand paused as soon as the word emerged.

Huo Yuzhe is not a master of time management, Lu Jiayan is, right?

Lu Jiayan is remembered as a 24-hour workaholic who seems to have no personal time at all.

The engagement and wedding were both rushed, and he was the only one who tried on the suits, causing Sheng Mingzhi to doubt his own charm.

Lu Jiayan was the first to propose a marriage to him, and if he could marry a man, he must not be uninterested in men.

This time too, apart from the family dinner, Sheng Mingzhi did not even see him for the next two days.

They say they are husband and wife, but their relationship is too plastic and even when they live in a villa, they sleep in separate rooms.

Not to mention the mess Lu Jiayan will have to face upon his return to China.

Although he is in the position of Vice President of Sheng Jia, Lu Xiao is not to be trifled with either. Lu Jiayan has been abroad for three years, and Lu Xiao's roots in China are not so easily shaken.

The brothers have a vicious battle to wage.

This, of course, has nothing to do with Sheng Mingzhi.

Whether Lu Jiayan is the president or vice president, all he has to do is swipe Lu Jiayan's card, buy, and think about whether to go to Norway to see the sea or the Maldives to dive.

--His monthly salary is not enough for him to have a cup of tea.

In the event that Lu Jiayan went bankrupt, he still had his brother, Sheng Xu, the current executive chairman of MingChen Bank.

His family has enough money to last him a lifetime.

Anyway, Sheng Mingzhi was thinking in his mind.

This young master is not to be aggrieved at all, not to suffer at all.

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When Sheng Mingzhi returns home, Villa XiShan One is as serene as a painting.

The night is gentle and the full moon is high, reflecting in the deep blue water of the lake and creating calm ripples.

But that was soon broken by Sheng Mingzhi himself.

With no one at home, he habitually took the remote control and turned on the million-dollar stereo in the living room, and poured himself a glass of champagne.

Rock music instantly filled the villa and Sheng Mingzhi soaked it all in, as if to leave all his unpleasantness behind.

It's a way for him to release stress.

After a glass of champagne, Sheng Mingzhi was a little more excited and unscrewed a bottle of mineral water to dissipate the mildly sweet taste in his mouth.

The bottle of mineral water was then temporarily appointed as a microphone and pointed at itself in the mirror.

With the music, Sheng Mingzhi jumped onto the sofa with his long legs and said, "Mr. Sheng, as the youngest ever triple winner at tonight's ceremony, do you have any acceptance speech?"

"-first of all."

Sheng Mingzhi switched roles in a flash, transforming from a young reporter interviewing himself to "Mr. Sheng, the three-time movie star."

"I don't think I'm thanking anyone for this honour tonight, I'm just thanking myself for my hard work, diligence and dedication. And of course my strength."

"Oh? It seems little Mr. Sheng has a high opinion of himself. But there's nothing wrong with that, after all, he's the best-reputed and well-regarded young film star in the Inner Entertainment industry for over a decade! And the only triple international star!"

"Oh no no no, the word virtuoso is not something I can afford ......"

"Little Mr. Sheng don't be modest. What? Isn't this Qiao Yan, who hasn't received an announcement for a year, and he seems to have something to say? What? How dare he insult Little Mr. Sheng for not being able to sing or dance. What do you think, Mr. Sheng?"

"In that case, Mr. Sheng will prove it to everyone with his own strength!"

The more Sheng Mingzhi plays, the more he gets on, and the champagne he drinks probably plays some part.

He jumped off the sofa just in time to step on the stereo remote and the music changed and switched to a DJ power ballad by some diva.

In a flash, the noise level in the villa went up another notch, literally one person making a thousand.

Sheng Mingzhi bounces from the ground floor living room to the first floor, running up the stairs while waving his hands in all directions and even having flying kisses.

In his world, there seems nothing illogical about the transition from a red carpet awards ceremony scene to a concert for 10,000 people.

Sheng Mingzhi "dun dun dun" up the stairs and plopped down on the first floor handrail, echoing the lyrics in a pentatonic way to the music.

"I dried up the silence in the sun and repented of the impulse, WOW!"

"Even if that's doing it wrong, it's just the fear of being wrong-"

"Pass, scream together!"

"Dream, separate and call!"

"Ouch--wow!"

"Can you, like, give me a song for a second! Yay!"

The rhythmic DJ was getting louder and louder in the room.

Sheng Mingzhi's demonic dance is even worse, with only barely discernible rhythms.

"Friends in the back -" sang little Mr. Sheng, forgetting himself, cheering loudly, showing a delicate waist as his arms were raised: "Lift your pianos up for me to see, will you! "

He stumbled backwards a few steps.

The strong rhythm of the music muffles the insignificant sound of the door opening behind Sheng Mingzhi.

It was only when he could not retreat and crashed into a wall of people that Sheng Mingzhi's sanity flew back into his head from beyond the nine heavens.

He turned his head, then froze.

Lu Jiayan looked as if he hadn't woken up, his collar half open and his collarbones deep, like a demonic male vixen. His complexion was pale and he was wearing a black silk shirt, holding his forehead and looking at him with a slight frown.

The look, as if he had just died of his wife - or maybe not just died, maybe soon he was going to get his hands on her.

......

......

Mr. Sheng Jr.'s 10,000-person concert came to an abrupt end.

His body stiffened in place, his mind went blank and he was on the verge of an internal breakdown.

Half in shame, half in shock.

Lu Jiayan ...... Why is he home?!

--Is he a dead man? Not a sound in the house?

Lu Jiayan "tsked", bent down and took the remote control from Sheng Mingzhi's hand and turned off the stereo.

The music stopped abruptly and the silence in the villa reached an even creepier level.

It was only after a long time that Lu Jiayan broke the silence with a slow exhale.

Looking at Sheng Mingzhi's stunned look, the anger he had built up earlier dissipated, but he still spoke with his usual cold and mean tone.

"This, the youngest three-time film star, a triple international superstar, a Little Yi artist of virtue and skill, and the rising star of the entertainment industry, Mr. Sheng."

"Could you please give me a song to sleep, I haven't closed my eyes for twenty-four hours."

Oh.

Where did he just give himself so many titles?!

Was he mocking me?