Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Extra—Retirement Arc
Nian Shutong answered the phone, mumbled a few words, and then hung up.
After hanging up, she looked down and saw a small pile of peeled crab meat on her plate.
"Comrade Xiao He, you’re really getting more and more to my liking."
"Oh? Comrade Nian Shutong, are you thinking of changing to another one?"
Nian Shutong, who had just had a bite of crab meat, shook her head.
"Absolutely not. Where else could I find such a handsome and considerate new husband? Rest assured, your position is stable, very stable."
Fu Yunhe had a look as if he should thank her, and then playfully placed a clean big shrimp on Nian Shutong’s plate.
"Not bad, keep it up, your position is even more stable now."
Jokingly, Nian Shutong ate the shrimp and said, "That person just called, asking when we would be available. They can start filming anytime."
"Are you asking me?"
Fu Yunhe, peeling shrimp with both hands, looked up and raised his eyebrows at Nian Shutong.
Nian Shutong shook her head, "Of course, your opinion is very important."
Fu Yunhe skeptically asked, "Since when? I wasn’t aware of this."
Nian Shutong pretended to think seriously for a moment, then said, "Probably just since that moment earlier."
Fu Yunhe couldn’t help but laugh, amused by Nian Shutong.
The two continued dining. During the Golden Week holiday, the crowds were overwhelming, so they preferred to check out the filming project, as it might be more fun.
After finishing their buffet meal, as they walked out, the cornered buffet manager finally breathed a sigh of relief—they finally left.
With their appetite and looks, he almost thought he had run into a live-streaming food broadcaster.
But after looking around, he didn’t see any recording devices. They just simply had big appetites.
Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, unaware of the manager’s relief, stepped out and checked their train tickets. Conveniently, their high-speed train was leaving that night.
"Check out, let’s go."
"Okay, you’re the boss."
The two of them checked out. Fu Yunhe was dragging what looked like a cheap suitcase, while Nian Shutong carried a $20 market-bought backpack, which held some of their clothes and chargers, as it wasn’t good to roam around with nothing.
After they completed the check-out process, the desk clerk whispered to a colleague, "See, truly wealthy people are this low-key."
The colleague nodded repeatedly, agreeing completely.
They looked extravagant, wore clothes that were obviously inexpensive, yet booked the hotel’s executive suite—truly enigmatic.
The two, who lived life on their own terms, were well past caring about appearances. Ease and comfort were their priorities.
Once outside the hotel, they hailed a cab to the train station.
Without doubt, they booked business class seats.
On boarding the train, the ticket inspector took a longer look, then smiled politely, gesturing for them to proceed, "This way, please."
They found their seats according to the ticket numbers.
"How long?"
"Two hours."
Nian Shutong nodded, donned an eye mask, and reclined comfortably in her seat, preparing to nap.
Fu Yunhe, meanwhile, held a book, his side profile beautifully lit by the sunlight streaming through the window, capturing attention quietly.
Zhou Nan, a manager accompanying a celebrity to a filming site, spotted them, his agent instincts immediately kindling.
Seeing Fu Yunhe, it felt like flowers blooming to him. Such a handsome face would naturally draw a crowd, people willing to buy tickets and do anything for him.
As a manager, excitement surged in him. He stood up and approached them.
"Hello, sorry to bother you. I’m a manager, and your looks are exceptionally gifted. Are you interested in becoming a star?"
Fu Yunhe, his pale, slender fingers calmly turning a page, replied, "No."
Even in rejection, his words made Zhou Nan’s heart race, finding honor in being rejected by such handsomeness.
Such a voice, those fingers...
It’s a delight for those enamored by pleasing voices and hands. His aloof demeanor was mesmerizing, even stirring Zhou Nan’s own emotions.
"Well, won’t you reconsider? This career can be lucrative, and enhance your fame."
"You’re interrupting my reading."
Zhou Nan, once more refused, albeit reluctantly, refrained from being persistent. Eventually, he left his business card on Fu Yunhe’s table, "No problem, just consider it making a friend. If you ever want concert tickets or to meet stars, contact me, I’ll assist."
Returning to his seat, Zhou Nan caught his celebrity’s eye, noticing how excited she was.
"What are you doing?"
"He’s so handsome, I can’t handle it."
The well-known actress clutched her chest, casting yearning glances until eventually withdrawing under her manager’s threat.
Throughout the journey, Fu Yunhe read continuously while Nian Shutong slept serenely.
Two hours later, upon hearing the arrival announcement, Fu Yunhe rose to wake Nian Shutong.
Each having their own seat, both were by the window.
In the back, Zhou Nan watched as Fu Yunhe gently nudged the eye-mask-wearing, sleeping woman beside.
Attached?
Zhou Nan and the curious actress were eager to see who captivated such a man’s heart.
Nian Shutong awoke groggily, removing her eye mask.
"Arrived?"
"Yes, we’re here."
Fu Yunhe handed her a bottle of water, "Have some."
"Okay."
Nian Shutong sat up, and Fu Yunhe helped adjust her hair. She drank a few sips, feeling more alert, then stood for a stretch.
Her striking beauty surprised Zhou Nan and the actress.
No one could match Fu Yunhe’s elegance in detail.
But Nian Shutong possessed a unique aura, her natural beauty and the red tear mole by her eye were perfectly captivating.
Especially when standing together, there was only one impression: matched.
Perfect match.
The train stopped, and Nian Shutong shouldered her inexpensive market bag, while Fu Yunhe pulled the suitcase with a wobbly wheel off the train.
