Huansheng Entertainment was just a small stepping stone. The entertainment circle had lots of money to be made, and it was made quickly, but money could be lost just as fast. One misstep, one stumble, and all previous efforts would be wasted.
Therefore, he shouldn't put all his eggs in one basket.
What Yin Chengjue was considering now was starting his own company, not under the Yin Group, but his own. The startup capital wouldn't involve anyone from the Yin family.
The internal affairs of the Yin Group were entangled with too many things. Although it bore the "Yin" name, the old master Yin was aging, his ambition exceeding his abilities. The company's shares were also divided among many people. As a playboy young master in others' eyes, it was hard for him to grasp decision-making power.
Rather than squeezing in to hypocritically please those people and fight for scraps, it was better to strike out on his own.
As for the company's development direction, Yin Chengjue had already made plans, waiting for "Don’t Look Back in the Dark" to air and bring in revenue, and for "Blood Mist" to become a huge hit.
Yin Chengjue admitted this was a gamble of his, and coincidentally, he had bet everything on Rong Yu.
"Splash..." Yin Chengjue stood up from the bathtub. Glittering water droplets slid down his well-proportioned, sturdy muscles, falling drop by drop into the water.
Yin Chengjue grabbed a dry towel to dry himself, then casually tied a bath towel around his waist and pushed open the bathroom door to walk out...
Yin Chengjue: "..." It must be that I opened the bathroom door wrong. Why do I see someone sitting on my bed?
Yin Chengjue silently took a few steps back, closed the door, waited a few seconds, then opened it again...
Sitting on the bed directly facing the bathroom door was a man wearing a half-open shirt, revealing most of his shoulder, his fair face flushed pink.
The man walking out of the bathroom brought with him a wave of warm air mixed with the scent of shower gel. His fair skin, perfectly proportioned lines, slightly bulging eight-pack abs, and long, straight legs would make anyone's blood race.
Ming Qian was no exception.
He had come with his own purpose, but now, looking at the man before him, he truly felt his heart pounding like a drum.
Previously, because of Feng Changheng, he indeed looked down on this man, thinking he had no future, that the Yin family's money would eventually end up in the Feng family's pockets.
But now, the tables had turned. Yin He and Feng Chengda were divorced, Feng Chengda was hospitalized. Forget Feng Changheng getting money from Feng Chengda—it would be good if he wasn't dragged down by Feng Chengda's massive medical and nursing bills. Moreover, Feng Changheng was still in school himself, where could he get the money to promote Ming Qian and provide him with resources?
Ming Qian had entered the banquet with Chang Yue tonight, but Chang Yue quickly became interested in other beauties and told him to go back on his own.
Ming Qian was furious but could only keep smiling.
He wasn't anything to Chang Yue, they just had a transactional relationship. Chang Yue could give him the resources he wanted, so he obediently followed Chang Yue's orders.
Ming Qian thought since he was already here, how could he just leave? So he thought of Yin Chengjue, whom he had run into on the balcony.
Ming Qian clearly remembered that as soon as this man entered the banquet hall, he attracted many people's attention. Even though those glances held a bit of gossip and spectacle, it couldn't be denied that Yin Chengjue was destined to be the focus wherever he went.
Who would have thought this man was Feng Changheng's half-brother?
Family background, looks, figure, temperament—where could Feng Changheng compare?
So, when he accidentally overheard Yin Chengjue talking to an attendant about wanting to rest, Ming Qian almost without hesitation followed.
At these kinds of banquets, it was common for wealthy young men to bring companions to bed. Exchanging companions, or even playing together, was even more common. As long as nothing too major happened, the host family wouldn't interfere.
Today's banquet was large, and many new attendants had been hired. Ming Qian just lied to them, saying he was a companion, threatened them a few words, telling them they'd be responsible if they messed things up, and they caved, obediently handing over the spare room key.
That's how Ming Qian got in, pretending to be drunk and having entered the wrong room.
"You... who are you? Why is there someone else in this room?" Ming Qian pretended to be drunk, swaying as he tried to get up from the bed. When his feet touched the floor, he swayed again and fell softly to the ground.
Yin Chengjue very clearly remembered that in his previous life, after getting drunk, Ming Qian slept like a log.
Those scenes of being half-drunk and swaying while walking never happened because Ming Qian got drunk after one cup. Yin Chengjue had tested this countless times—there were never any exceptions.
Of course, the possibility that Ming Qian was pretending to be asleep couldn't be ruled out.
So the question was, if Ming Qian's one-cup limit was real in the previous life, then this was an act now. If Ming Qian was pretending in the previous life, then this was most likely an act now too.
Well, full marks for logic.
Yin Chengjue brushed the wet hair falling in front of his forehead back.
He twisted his wrist.
Loosened his muscles.
Author's Note:
Yin Chengjue: The enemy delivered themselves to my door for a beating? Bring it on! Face the storm!
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