After Breaking Up, I Married the Dying Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 108: Faking It

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Faking It

Bian Yue arrived at the film set, followed closely by Yao Yimin’s car.

She got out of the car and frowned at the setting in front of her, her expression complex.

There was a green screen set up on site, and not far away, the director was having a script reading with a group of actors.

Through the blinds, shapes were vaguely discernible.

They were all engrossed, none noticing Bian Yue’s arrival.

Bian Yue whispered to Anny beside her: "Anny, please go ask Director Liu to come out."

"Okay, President Bian," Anny left.

Bian Yue looked at Yao Yimin, who was inspecting the scene, and said lightly, "Due to the delay in the schedule, it might look a bit crude right now, but everything will be on track once the shooting officially starts."

Bian Yue’s voice pulled back Yao Yimin’s thoughts.

Yao Yimin chuckled softly and slowly said, "I thought President Bian would have had someone spruce up the place in advance."

"Since I dared take the time to bring Miss Yao here, I naturally have the confidence that you would like the ’Shengshi Yan’ project. As for the surface dressing you mentioned, I disdain to resort to deceit."

Bian Yue spoke calmly, causing Yao Yimin to glance sideways.

Yao Yimin looked at Bian Yue and smiled meaningfully.

Meanwhile, the director came over and seeing Yao Yimin, his eyes lit up.

"President Bian! You really brought Mr. Yao to the film set?" The director exclaimed with joy, "Then... when do we start shooting?"

"Miss Yao hasn’t formally signed a contract with me yet. Director Liu, why don’t you take Miss Yao to the resting room, introduce her to the project, and later I’ll invite everyone out for a meal. The film crew has been on halt, everyone has been persevering here, it’s been tough."

"Okay, President Bian!" Director Liu said with a smile: "Don’t worry, I will properly introduce...about that...Mr. Yao, please follow me this way?"

Yao Yimin glanced at Bian Yue, "President Bian, aren’t you coming with us?"

"I don’t understand the script issues, let Miss Yao and Director Liu talk. If there are any problems, we can discuss them openly after you’re done talking."

The sky was overcast and rain seemed imminent.

Yao Yimin left with Director Liu.

Bian Yue looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "Is the rainy season almost over?"

"There are still a few days to go," Anny sighed, "This weather is really uncomfortable."

Bian Yue neither agreed nor disagreed, squinting her eyes at the misty sky, her smile deepening as she murmured softly, "But having someone waiting for me at home doesn’t seem too bad..."

"President Bian, why didn’t President Wen come with you this time?" Anny asked curiously, "Before, President Wen often came to the company, but it’s been a long time since I’ve seen her."

Bian Yue thought of Wen Jiao who was still recuperating quietly at the Shen Family old house, paused, then said, "Wen Jiao has some private matters to attend to, she will come here once she’s free."

Anny nodded without probing further.

Bian Yue got into the nanny car, then called the caretaker to ask, "Is Miss Wen feeling any better today?"

Miss had hurt her wrist and lost a lot of blood, the doctor had prescribed rest.

Bian Yue notified the Wen Family side, which allowed Wen Jiao to stay at the Shen Family’s house, at ease.

At this point, the caretaker hesitated before saying, "Miss Wen’s health is no longer a serious concern, but she’s been in a bad mood, today... today she suddenly started packing up and went back to the Wen Family’s house."

Bian Yue froze, "How come no one informed me?"

"Miss Wen said there was no need to bother you."

Bian Yue’s frown deepened, her voice becoming stern, "How could this not be bothering me, such a significant matter, Wen Jiao should have told me! She’s injured, what is she doing running around?"

The caretaker listened to Bian Yue’s concern over the phone and offered a few words of comfort.

Bian Yue hung up the phone, her face looking grim.

Anny noticed and nudged Bian Yue with her elbow, curiously asking, "President Bian, what happened, is it serious?"

Bian Yue said it wasn’t, then paused, pinching the bridge of her nose, her voice slow, "Get me Yao Yimin’s information again, there’s still more to discuss tonight."

"Yes."

At noon, at the City Center Hospital.

Su Youxue was speaking with the doctor about Li Sihe’s condition, the doctor’s expression grave, he said somberly: "Miss Su, you should be prepared. This disease is difficult to treat. Without a suitable bone marrow match, the chances are slim."

Su Youxue clenched the case file in her hand tightly, "I’ve heard that Shen Jinci is also using Lixing’s influence to find a solution. Can’t the Shen and Li Families together find a cure?"

"This kind of genetic familial disease has no successful cases of treatment either domestically or abroad, Miss Su. I’m sorry, but this isn’t something that money can necessarily solve." The doctor looked sympathetically at Su Youxue, "It’s clear you and Mr. Li are close, but you’re young, and there are some things you have to accept."

Su Youxue looked at the doctor, baffled and furious, "The person inside is the heir of the Li Family, what if something happens to him, can you bear the responsibility! Are you saying this because you think there’s no hope for him?"

"Miss Su, that’s not what I meant, don’t be upset. Rest assured, Mr. Li will surely be fortunate."

"Get out!"

Su Youxue was uncontrollably furious, her eyes red as she yelled.

It was only after the doctor left that Su Youxue managed to calm down and entered the hospital room.

Li Sihe was recently busy with Feng Cheng’s affairs. Although most of the group’s activities were managed by Bai Xu, major decisions still had to be made by Li Sihe himself.

As Su Youxue entered, she saw Li Sihe lying weakly on the hospital bed, still handling documents. Her heart tightened, and she strode forward, snatching the papers from his hands.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what condition your body is in now? And you’re still dealing with documents here!" Su Youxue angrily shouted, then her voice softened as tears fell, pleading, "Li Sihe, I’m begging you, could you please take care of yourself."

"Give me the documents." The man’s elegant demeanor, peach blossom eyes cool as water, his voice so calm it had no ripples, he spoke indifferently.

Su Youxue bit her teeth, her unwilling gaze on him, seeing his resolute attitude, seemingly leaving no room for discussion, she then handed the documents back to him.

Just as Li Sihe was about to take the documents, Su Youxue clenched them tightly, her eyes intently on Li Sihe, her voice trembling: "Li Sihe, is it because Bian Yue isn’t by your side anymore, so you’re treating yourself this way? Do you want to die and become a scar in Bian Yue’s heart?"

Li Sihe looked at Su Youxue silently, the next moment, he forcefully pulled the documents from her hands.

That night, in a private farm on the hillside in the outskirts of Xiangjiang.

In the quiet restaurant, the crisp sound of rain hitting the banana leaves could be heard outside, Bian Yue took the menu from the waiter to browse.