After the Rebirth of the Film Emperor

In the middle of the night, Chen Qing was called by the boss to the corridor of the presidential suite, and Li Shaoyao gave him a name and a photo.

"Go to Jianxing Town and hire some local residents to watch over this man."

Chen Qing had already asked a private detective to investigate Ji Zhijun's identity at Li Shaohao's order, and he quickly recognized the middle-aged man in the photo as Ji Zhijun's adoptive father——Zhang Lai.

Li Shaoyao: "He ran to Zhilong today."

"What?" Chen Qing said in surprise: "I remember that Mr. Ji warned Zhang Lai not to allow him to appear in front of Mr. Ji."

"The verbal warning is too gentle. The town where the program was recorded today is only one kilometer away from Jianxing Town." Li Shaoyao said fearfully, "If the program team hadn't sent security guards to maintain order, I'm afraid Zhang Lai would have jumped on Zhimo. This kind of scum, instead of staying in the drug rehabilitation center, was actually released."

Chen Qing understood the seriousness of the matter, and immediately said: "I will find someone to watch him."

"Spend a sum of money to pick a few strong young men from the neighbors near the Zhang family, and let them pay attention to the movements of Zhang Lai and his wife. If they dare to go out of town, find a way to stop them."

Chen Qing: "Which method will you use?" Whether it is a verbal persuasion or a fist warning, Li Shaoyao needs to give an explicit indication.

Li Shaoyao's eyes flashed with cruelty: "To deal with scum, we should treat him in the same way."

Chen Qing understood where the speed was. "I'll go to Jianxing Town early tomorrow morning."

After Chen Qing left, Li Shaoyao opened the door and walked into the room.

Ji Zhizheng sat cross-legged on the quilt, holding a cup of warm water in his hands. He was much more awake, but his hands were still shaking slightly, and the water in the cup was also dangling. Li Shaomo wrapped his cold hands, softly Consolation: "I have already asked people to look at the two members of the Zhang family. Today's situation will not happen again."

"I... I'm not actually afraid, I'm just scared."

Wen Che was indeed frightened at first. Everything just now was like a thriller staged in reality, but his mind is not that of a 22-year-old ignorant boy. He is afraid that it will pass after a while, and he will not be frightened into convulsions and have nightmares .

The bewilderment and uncertainty he is showing now stems from the remaining consciousness of the original owner in his body.

The two souls were pulling each other in the same body, and Wen Che usually had the upper hand, but this time, his instinctive consciousness was completely dominated by the original owner's deep-rooted fear, so that he lost his composure frequently.

If there was anything that frightened Wen Che, it was that he discovered that Ji Zhirong's soul might not have completely dissipated.

The memories he thought were shared may have been selectively informed by the original owner.

Just like this time, he was clearly warning Wen Che to stay away from that "cockroach", it was almost a survival instinct.

His complexion was not good, and the blood on his lips had not recovered for a long time. It was unconvincing to say this, and Li Shaoyao looked at him with worried and pitiful eyes.

Being watched by him like this, the sense of security rises vertically.

Wen Che subconsciously hugged the warm body in his arms, and let himself snuggle up to this man. He could fool himself by closing his eyes, imagining that it was Lu Yuankong who was holding him now.

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When they returned to S City, the heavy snow hadn't stopped.

The injury on his foot restricted Zhilong's movement, and he was placed in a villa in the city center by Shaoyao Li.

In the past two days, Li Shaoyao also stayed at home with him. When he was interested, he would cook for himself. However, the cooked food was not delicious, but it was strange. Although the color and fragrance of every dish served were not there. , but the raw materials inside can always satisfy Wen Che's appetite.

Wen Che likes light seafood, even if it has no taste, he can eat it with a plate of sauce to his heart's content. He himself has no high desire for food, so Li Shaoyao's half-baked cooking skills match his appetite Just right.

However, he also has some delicate problems, such as when eating shelled seafood, he always waits for others to peel it for him.

This other person refers specifically to Lu Yuankong.

For Wen Che six years ago, the happiest time of the day was having dinner with Lu Yuankong.

The shrimp and crab meat peeled out by his hands are even more intoxicating to Wen Che than the taste carefully processed by Michelin chefs.

Yang Yi once teased that he was wearing a couple filter on his taste buds.

Wen Che didn't believe it at first, but to this day, Li Shaoyao, who was sitting opposite him, took the initiative to peel two shrimps for him.

When the shrimp meat was in the mouth, apart from the aroma of the sauce, there was no other emotional premium. Only then did he realize how much his past self had a strong filter on Lu Yuankong.

But Li Shaoyao never tires of it, and has already taken the tools to open crabs for him.

Zhi Rong asked in a strange way: "Have you been peeling and picking his meat like this?"

Li Shaohao's hands paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhizi sitting opposite him, with a little bitterness: "I didn't have this opportunity before."

"Why no chance?" Ji Zhirong guessed curiously: "Did he go abroad? Or did he marry someone else?"

"...Neither of them." Li Shaohao removed the claws of the crab, picked the fattest meat inside into a spoon, and sent it to Ji Zhijun's bowl: "Eat it."

This is to tell him to shut up and not ask more questions.

Knowledgeable and interesting, he blocked his mouth with crab meat.

In the middle of the night that night, Ji Zhizheng had slept through it all, and when he woke up thirsty to get water to drink, he found that Li Shaomo hadn't gone back to bed to sleep.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw that the study at the end of the corridor was still lit.

Originally, I didn't want to pay too much attention to it, but I was afraid that the child would stay up late and die suddenly in the study, and no one would find out.

So he pretended to go downstairs and poured a cup of hot water, walked to the door of the study, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The voice passed through the wooden boards, making it extremely dull.

Ji Zhizheng pushed the door open and went in, only to see Li Shaoyao in front of the screen, his eyes were already red.

"Are you busy with work?" He walked over and put the water glass in his hand. "It's three o'clock in the morning, very late."

"I can't sleep." His voice was tired, he took a sip from the water glass, and said to Zhilong, "Go to sleep first, don't worry about me."

"...Then I'm going back to my room."

Although he was curious about what kind of work needed to be dealt with so late, Wen Che had always recognized his position clearly. Since he was just a double lover, he was not qualified to care too much about his work.

In order not to reveal any commercial secrets, he would only arouse suspicion.

He was mainly afraid that the child would stay up late and die suddenly, as long as he didn't die suddenly.

He should cherish the wonderful night when he was not pinned on the bed.

This sleep was so good that it was almost 11 o'clock when I woke up in the morning. The newly hired housekeeper was a college student who graduated from a related major, named A Jing, and he was much better in every way than the aunt who forced him to drink.

At the dinner table, Ah Jing told him that Mr. Li left the house at five o'clock this morning.

"Five o'clock?"

Wouldn't that be a sleepless night?

What is it?

Could it be that the Li family has encountered some crisis and is about to go bankrupt?

He quickly grabbed his phone and checked the stock market and financial news.

Everything is normal, Li's stock not only did not fall, but almost reached the daily limit.

"Young Master Li is really a genius in business." He couldn't help feeling that the golden thigh he was hugging was too reliable.

After confirming that it wasn't a big problem like bankruptcy, Zhiyong felt relieved, and watched other news with an entertaining mentality. The hot search was full of celebrities' eating, drinking, and sleeping, and there were few of them that had social value.

On such an ordinary page, he suddenly saw his name.

The third most searched place: Wen Che.

It's like an eternity.

If he hadn't been frightened by the Zhang family's adoptive father just now, Wen Che might think that he posted this Weibo as Wen Che.

"I've been dead for six years, how can I still be on the hot search?"

He muttered and clicked on the entry.

The screen is full of mourning from fans.

Only then did he remember that six years ago today—he died.

It didn't feel real at all, and it took outsiders to mention it before I remembered the day I died.

He saw many familiar fan IDs. Six years later, those who liked him didn't leave.

The first user associated with the hot search was Wen Che's own Weibo.

The last Weibo post on his homepage was to thank the organizers for their affirmation, and the accompanying picture was the new best actor trophy that year.

This Weibo is simply the best example of extreme joy begets sorrow. In the first few comments, they still praised my brother for being amazing, "He deserves his name", "Six Golden Actor", just swipe down, and there is only sadness on the screen.

The most conspicuous one was a big fan he knew well.

@胖草草: I will find you. — January 2025, 1.

Looking at the time, this message came after he died.

Wen Che clicked on the homepage of "Fat Shaoyao", and sure enough, she was organizing all fans' mourning activities today.

He remembered that the profile picture of "Fat Peony" was originally a very rich peony flower. Her profile picture had not changed for six years, but the color in the photo had changed to black and white.

Although Wen Che had never met Shao Yao in person, he could tell from her ID and speech style that she must be a delicate and cute little girl.

Shaoyao's Weibo homepage is also seldom taken care of. It only goes online regularly on today every year to remind everyone what day it is today. Just such a simple Weibo can have tens of thousands of reposts and comments.

A fan commented: "In 2031, I still miss him."

They don't know that the person they miss really sees their miss.

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The snow hasn't stopped today.

It wasn't until nightfall that Li Shaomo stepped into the house wrapped in wind and snow, and when Ji Zhimeng approached, he realized that he was reeking of alcohol.

He asked the driver to stop the car, and then helped Li Shaoyao who was drunk to the sofa. When he felt his clothes were wet with snow, he wanted to take off his coat, but just as he got up, Li Shaoyao suddenly leaned over and hugged him.

He hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to crush and melt a handful of snow with his own body temperature.

"...elder brother"

"I miss you so much."

Alcohol paralyzed his nerves, and his words were slurred with tears in his eyes. Ji Zhilong could only hear the word "brother".

Two years later, he realized later that Li Shaoyao had always called "Brother Wen".