Chapter 62

Chapter 62

Yan Huai’s embrace was light and gentle. Just leaning against his chest made He Wei feel grounded and comfortable.

Less than two seconds after he spoke, the elevator doors opened again.

The parking garage had already been reached, but Yan Huai didn’t immediately let her go.

The man’s jaw rested lightly against her shoulder. His bones were quite prominent, actually pressing a little uncomfortably against her, so He Wei shrank her shoulders slightly—only to be pulled even tighter into his arms by Yan Huai.

This was a private elevator reserved for senior executives. At this hour, the only executive still working overtime was probably Yan Qing.

In reality, Yan Qing and Yan Huai didn’t have strict requirements about which elevator to take. Whichever one was closest to the floor, they would use.

As long as the employee elevator wasn’t too crowded, there usually wasn’t a problem.

Yan Huai actually didn’t like crowds or noise. The last time he had taken the employee elevator during peak meeting hours, it had simply been because he wanted to go down with He Wei.

That day, the elevator was packed shoulder to shoulder, filled with heavy perfume scents. But in those few seconds when he held He Wei, all he could smell was her scent.

Even though they were all perfume, hers always smelled better than any other woman’s.

This time, they had taken the private elevator because it just happened to be on the third floor.

And on both occasions, He Wei had been wearing a different scent.

Yan Huai tilted his head slightly and lightly breathed against the hollow of her neck. The last one had been faint; this time, it was sweet.

So sweet that it stirred the restless impulses in his heart, making him want to kiss her and take her immediately. Just as he pressed a kiss to her face, her phone suddenly rang.

He Wei reacted first. Afraid that Yan Huai might actually do something improper in the elevator, she quickly pushed him and reminded him, “Phone.”

Yan Huai frowned slightly. Though clearly unwilling, he still let her go and took out his phone.

It was a message from Yan Qing:

【I’d really like to see how long you two are going to stay in the elevator.】

At that moment, Yan Qing was standing in front of the private elevator on the third floor, glancing at the floor indicator above.

This elevator had been stuck on Basement Level 2 for a full two minutes. No matter how many times she pressed, it wouldn’t come up.

The employee elevator had stopped on the 13th floor. At first, Yan Qing only thought the private elevator was closer, so she used it. Later, when it still refused to move, she became mildly interested.

With timing this suspicious, anyone with half a brain could guess who was inside.

Yan Qing: 【Two and a half minutes.】

At the three-minute mark, she sent another message:

【Yan Huai, if you dare let the security room see you doing anything inappropriate to He Wei in the elevator and leak the surveillance footage, just wait.】

Yan Qing wasn’t exaggerating to scare him.

Regardless of whether it was with a boyfriend or not, one still had to maintain boundaries in public spaces. Even ordinary people, if filmed, would be mocked endlessly by keyboard warriors—let alone celebrities, who in many people’s eyes have almost no privacy or rights.

Yan Huai hadn’t actually intended to do anything to He Wei.

He did have desire, but he also knew restraint.

More importantly, he didn’t want He Wei to be angry or unhappy.

Yan Huai lifted his hand, gave a light squeeze, then took He Wei’s hand and walked out of the elevator.

He Wei asked in confusion, “Who messaged you?”

Yan Huai didn’t hide it. “My sister.”

As he spoke, he handed her the phone.

After seeing those messages, He Wei fell silent for several seconds—then her ears slowly started to burn red.

Yan Huai originally didn’t think much of it, until after getting into the car, he glanced sideways at He Wei. She was looking down, her pale, slender fingers tangled together.

Her age was very special—between a girl and a woman. There was still a clean, youthful innocence in her, yet faint traces of allure had already begun to surface, especially after they had shared intimacy a few times.

Yan Huai’s gaze softened. Seeing her lost in thought, he simply leaned over and fastened her seatbelt for her. After securing it, he didn’t immediately return to the driver’s seat. Instead, maintaining that posture, he kissed the corner of He Wei’s lips. “What are you thinking about?”

He Wei looked up. Her eyes were bright and moist, as if she had just snapped back to reality, and she shook her head.

She had indeed been distracted.

Just a second earlier, the newly-minted “rich woman” He Wei had actually been thinking about running away with that massive fortune—living a carefree life for a few years, and once she turned twenty-five, she would “reset the save file” because she hadn’t yet won the Golden Elephant Award for Best Actress.

If it had been before, she might really have done something like that. But now, she couldn’t bear to reset anymore.

She started to feel that twenty-five was too young, that four years was too short.

And she didn’t dare imagine what Yan Huai would do after she reset.

Just thinking that she had once died right in front of him made it hard for her to breathe. She couldn’t think about it—and didn’t dare to.

She wrapped her arms around Yan Huai’s neck and said softly, “The civil affairs bureau isn’t open on weekends.”

After a pause, she added, “My household registration book is still at home.”

As soon as she finished speaking, He Wei clearly felt Yan Huai stiffen. Even the lips that had been kissing the corner of her mouth stopped moving. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly deepened the kiss.

He Wei hadn’t removed her makeup, and there was lipstick on her lips—bright and beautiful in color.

Yan Huai didn’t care about any of that. He kissed her deeply and urgently, for a long time. When it finally ended and he pulled away, the man’s beautifully shaped lips were stained with her lipstick, adding a hint of vivid color to his otherwise cold demeanor.

He Wei looked into his eyes—there was heat, joy, and a faint, almost overwhelming intensity.

When she had said those two sentences just now, she hadn’t thought much, just followed her heart. But now, under his gaze, it was as if she had been infected as well, and a strange heat rose in her chest.

Yan Huai’s eyes curved slightly, the corner of his lips lifting. Then he leaned closer to her ear and asked very softly, “Do you love me?”

Before He Wei could answer, he said even softer, “I love you too.”

He Wei: “……”

She hadn’t even answered yet.

That night, He Wei still went out to eat dinner with Yan Huai.

By the time they got home, it was nearly 9:30 p.m. He Wei had a regular routine and couldn’t fall asleep before eleven anyway. After taking a shower, she simply followed Yan Qing’s advice and watched the replay of today’s press conference.

What matters in this kind of video is never the live scene, but the audience reactions.

He Wei hugged her laptop, turned on the bullet comments, and only a few minutes into the video, she received a message from Yan Qing: 【Alright, you can reinstall Weibo now.】

He Wei: 【Got it.】

【……】

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Qing sent: 【You didn’t actually uninstall it, did you?】

This time, it was He Wei who had no words.

Yan Qing: 【You’re the most mentally stable artist I’ve ever brought.】

He Wei was surprised—she had thought she was the worst one.

Yan Qing: 【So stable that you don’t even care about your public image at all.】

She continued: 【But that’s fine. You’ll get more and more popular in the future, and situations like this will only increase, not decrease. Weiwei, remember this: the more fans you have, the more haters you’ll have too. Next time, don’t uninstall Weibo—it’s too much trouble reinstalling it back and forth.】

He Wei naturally understood what Yan Qing meant. After responding, and confirming Yan Qing had nothing else to say, she downloaded Weibo again while seriously watching the replay.

It seemed that users across different platforms weren’t the same group of people. On Weibo, Su Mu’s fans made up the majority, but the press conference audience consisted mostly of fans of the drama “Princess.”

So when it reached the part where He Wei answered questions, the bullet comments were very different from what she had expected—

【She’s literally a fairy. I have no idea how Weibo is full of brainless fans saying she doesn’t deserve Su Mu.】

【Let me answer that. Their fans all think their idol is the most handsome, best actor, number one in the world, and no woman is worthy of him!】

【It’s not just one or two people they’ve attacked. When “Princess” was first adapted, didn’t they also dogpile the original author?】

【Yes, yes, I remember that. Back then the author posted a photo of Su Mu implying he was the chosen male lead, and they accused her of clout-chasing. Then they got slapped in the face later!】

【They’ve been slapped in the face more than once. Their faces are probably already swollen beyond recognition.】

……

Although she knew this wasn’t very proper, He Wei still felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction while watching it.

She could understand that Su Mu had sexual needs, but she could not understand him having a relationship with a woman who already had a boyfriend. She didn’t understand it, and she strongly despised it.

He Wei replayed the video once more. Perhaps because the bullet comments were real-time and filtered for spam, and because fan comment control wasn’t as strong as on Weibo, she barely saw any comments insulting her throughout the video. Instead, she saw quite a lot of people criticizing Su Mu.

Just as she was beginning to float a little from satisfaction, she quickly checked Weibo private messages again.

The moment she looked, she was instantly pulled back into reality—

The private messages scolding her were only increasing, not decreasing. They were all saying that their idol had already clarified things, telling her not to cling for attention anymore, and that instead of chasing clout, she should focus on improving her acting skills.

He Wei rolled her eyes.

She was now a millionaire—did she even need to cling to Su Mu?

Although that million… had still been squeezed out of Su Mu himself.

He Wei suddenly thought of something. She glanced at her phone, confirmed it wasn’t too late, and sent a message to Yan Huai:

【With your family being this rich… it can’t all have come from this kind of thing, right?】

Yan Huai: “……”

Early Monday morning, a little after 8 a.m.—just over ten minutes before Tianxing Entertainment’s “See You on Monday” would reveal its final answer.

He Wei was at the playground of Tongcheng No. 1 High School, preparing for the first scene of the day.

Their production team wasn’t very well-known, and among the main cast, He Wei had the most fans. So even when filming, there weren’t many people watching—it was extremely quiet.

He Wei sat on the playground. Her lines were almost memorized, so she used the few minutes before filming to scroll through Weibo.

Among the top three trending topics, one was:

#Huaying CEO Opens Weibo#

He Wei, used to calling him “Yan Huai,” almost forgot he was the CEO of Huaying. She froze for a few seconds before clicking into the trend.

The username was just two simple characters: Yan Huai.

Personal bio: Married.

……Married?