Chapter 107

  "No matter how much money you have, you won't make huge purchases on impulse."

  "You call investing in movies 'consumption'."

  "Because doing business always has gains and losses, if it's a loss, then that's just consumption." Jiang Chuan shifted in his seat, looking out the window. "My dad knew this time the movie's lead actor was you again, so he decided to withdraw the investment at the time. Later I convinced Lei Che to take over a large batch of goods and change course to our side, which is why there's such a large sum of money that urgently needs to be entered into the account through normal channels..."

  "Wait, I know so much, won't I be silenced by being killed?"

  "Got it." Jiang Chuan glanced at the person in front of him, whose face had stiffened for a moment, and turned away his gaze pretending not to have seen. He continued slowly, "Anyway, you'd better perform well and prove to my father that my judgment isn't flawed."

  "...When you said that, didn't you feel like something was off?" Jing Yan raised his hand to scratch his head, "I always felt like there's a kind of 'showing off one's masculinity' vibe going on, tell me, if 'The Great Deputy' becomes a bestseller, does that mean you'll marry me?"

  "What's 'The Great Assistant'?"

  "The name of the movie we're going to star in," Jian Yan said with a straight face, "would probably be translated to 'The Brave Little Wave Rider' domestically. I prefer the latter one, how about you?"

  The expression on Jiang Chuan's face said it all: he seemed utterly bewildered as to why he had invested in such a bizarre film.

  After a long time, the man finally let out a sigh: "The movie was a flop and the box office was a disaster. Let's go beg for food on the main street together..."

  "...I'm a big star, even if one movie flops, I won't have to beg for food," he said, straightening his back and clearing his throat. "You talk as if you've never been poor before, relying on the crew's meal boxes to get by and acting just to get free meals..."

  Jian Ran's words were cut off halfway by the gaze of the people around him, and this time, even without Jiang Chuan opening his mouth to speak, he said very self-consciously: "Fang Yu told me about your miserable situation when you first started out, it was so sad that it brought tears to my eyes. You also know that this person likes to tell stories, don't believe me? Ask him."

  "You really like to ask about my past."

  "Right, you didn't listen to me," he calmly nodded, "then told me a philosophical reason about tire tracks, and before I could even understand what that reason meant, magnanimously demonstrated it on the spot for me..."

  "I won't apologize," said Jiang Chuan with a poker face.

  He furrowed his brow solemnly, and before long, he heard Jiang Chuan say slowly...

  "You were lying on me, but because of another man, you showed an expression that seemed to be begging for sympathy and pity. This is something that no one can tolerate - previously, you had sworn that you liked me, just thinking about it makes my blood boil."

  Upon hearing this, his eyebrows relaxed and his mind turned over 81 bends, becoming entirely lively. His whole brain was filled with just one sentence:

  What did Jiang Chuan mean by saying this?

  He looked at the man speaking, his face expressionless, his tone light and calm from start to finish. However, through the neon lights outside the window, he could still see the faint bruise under his eyelids. This degree of bruising was something he had only seen on himself when he hadn't slept well for a long time, or when he was extremely exhausted, such as when he and Jiang Luocheng broke up and he became despondent; or when Xu Qianqian caused trouble and tried to ruin his future, leaving him heartbroken.

  To put it another way, this person has been in a precarious situation for half a month.

  However, he didn't mention a single word about it, and even when he talked about related things, it was just a few words, as if he were talking about someone else's business.

  Apart from himself, no one knows what he has been through.

  "Jiang Chuan, have you been very busy this half month?"

  Jiang Chuan didn't respond, his eyes cast downward, staring firmly out the window. Not getting a direct answer, Jin Yan stared at Jiang Chuan for a long time, her mind a jumbled mess, unsure whether she should feel sorry for herself or for Jiang Chuan. Clearly he was the one who had been pressed down on the sink and nearly done in, yet he was being accused of being heartless...

  On the surface, Jiang Chuan is simply being unreasonable.

  However, thinking carefully, if their conversation and friction between them were still relatively calm at the beginning, then the whole thing thoroughly grinding to the last shot that couldn't be retrieved, it seems that it was indeed from mentioning Andre that guy, which led him to recall past events...

  I'd like to organize my thoughts and make a slight rebuttal to Jiang Chuan.

  After thinking for a long time, I came up with countless plans, such as "I'm just afraid of his childhood trauma" "You don't have to use so much force" "Are you jealous", after a while, Jing Ran suddenly reacted strongly: He seemed to have completely missed the point.

  Nowadays, his mind is completely filled with Jiang Chuan's affairs.

  Andre again, full of "oh what an asshole you know how bad he was to me", but that's all - he suddenly remembered a phrase he had seen somewhere: when someone is willing to calmly take out their "childhood trauma" and tell it to anyone or use it as an excuse, then this so-called "childhood trauma" has actually become an ordinary past event for this person.

  “……………………”

  This change came too suddenly.

  Suddenly, even before they had time to rejoice, they were shocked to discover that Jiang Chuan's "steamroller theory" was taking effect quickly.

  Gangchuan

  "What."

  "Come and touch me."

  The man's face first showed a look of astonishment as he turned to look at the black-haired young man, but when he turned around and saw that his shirt had been lifted slightly to reveal a certain part of his waist, the expression on his face quickly disappeared. He stared at the patch of skin that rose and fell with the black-haired young man's breathing, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the emotion on his face was clearly written with ridicule.

  "Don't touch."

  The refusal was quite blunt.

  He slowly reached out his hand and touched it again, then looked up with an incredulous expression and grabbed Jiang Chuan's wrist to pull him closer - the man insisted on pulling his hand back. As they struggled, the car passed by a bustling skyscraper, where a huge LED screen was playing a skincare advertisement, with white background and white light reflecting into the car. Jin Yan suddenly saw that under the dark circles under the man's eyes, Jiang Chuan's cheek had a faint redness - previously he hadn't seen it clearly because they were far apart and his nerves were tense. Now that he saw the faint redness, as if possessed by a spirit, he let go of Jiang Chuan's hand and touched his cheek before the latter could react - his fingertips unexpectedly touched a patch of heat, and he quickly pulled back his hand: "What's wrong with your face?"

  Jiang Chuan turned his head to look at the young man with black hair, who was staring at him in shock. After a while, seeing that the other person seemed to be genuinely curious about this question, he let out a soft sigh: "You're asking me? You're the one who hit me."

  “………………”

  Really?

  Hehe.

  "Who told you to use so much force."

  "I've said it all, I was in a bad mood at that time." Jiang Chuan furrowed his brow, "Do you think I'm some kind of saint who doesn't get angry?"

  He calmly put on a blank face and then shamelessly used Jiang Chuan's lines: "I won't apologize."

  "Are you sick or something, no one asked you to apologize." Jiang Chuan sat up a bit and asked, "Does your body still hurt?"

  "I thought this topic had already been skipped."

  "It's back again now."

  Ouch.

  "Go back and help you apply the medicine," the man paused, rubbing his chin with a helpless expression, "Next time be gentler, I was a bit impulsive just now, it's also my first time doing it with a guy..."

  "Is there next time?"

  Jiang Chuan: "...But things are hard to predict, what if..."

  Jian Ran: "......"

  In the midst of embarrassment, Jiang Chuan pressed a certain control panel in front of him, and the driver's voice came from the back seat. Jiang Chuan quickly replied with something that sounded like an address - because Jin Yan heard the house number, he was slightly stunned: "Where are we going? I'm in so much pain, I urgently need..."

  "Go to where I live."

  "What?"

  "In Berlin's apartment," said Jiang Chuan. "You're injured and need to clean up and apply medicine, the hotel bathtub is not convenient."

  “……”

  I don't know why, but the man's simple words were very vivid, his pale face turned red and then white again, finally turning green, and he lowered his head: "Won't a pair of people your dad sent suddenly burst in and shoot me, this adulterer, to death?"

  "I won't."

  Jiang Chuan's psychological quality is good, and he answers calmly with a straight face.

  ……

  The so-called "home" of Jiang Chuan is actually a low-key suite in a high-end apartment complex.

  After arriving at the place, Jiang Chuan sent away the driver and sent Fang Yu back to the hotel, then he went out again...

  Ten minutes later, what made Jing Yan extremely collapse was that Jiang Chuan actually came back with a big bag of medicine. Looking at him throwing the bag onto the bed, all kinds of medicines were enough to cover his entire body, internal and external use, anti-inflammatory, pain-relieving, blood-activating, and stasis-resolving, Western and Chinese medicine, everything was there. Jing Yan randomly grabbed a medicinal plaster and was looking down at the English words on it, trying to figure out what it was used for, when he heard the man say coldly above his head: "Take off your pants."

  Jinran slowly lifted his head to look at Jiang Chuan, who had taken off his suit and shirt. In the middle of winter, with the heating just turned on, he was standing in the room wearing only a vest, looking at him. Jinran was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said okay, one hand holding the ointment and the other reaching out to touch his own belt.

  Just as Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow in surprise, wondering what medicine this guy had taken to be so obedient, he saw the person who was originally lowering his head to fiddle with his belt suddenly shrink his body and dash into the bathroom with lightning speed, holding onto his pants and clutching a tube of ointment.

  The man rushed over in three or two steps, staring at the bathroom door with his eyes wide open. With a "bang", it slammed shut on his face. He furrowed his brow, just about to ask whoever was inside to open the door, when he suddenly heard a loud crash followed by a blood-curdling scream from within. His heart skipped a beat as he instinctively kicked the door open with one foot, and then stared in shock at someone whose pants were loosely hanging around their waist, one hand clutching a tube of ointment while the other grasped the edge of the bathtub, struggling to get up but unable to do so, lying on their back with all fours in the air.

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  "...... Come and help me up!"

  "You've been running around like crazy, but I haven't seen you anywhere."

  The man said, still walking into the bathroom to pick up the young black-haired man from the cold place. He looked at him trembling and swaying like an old man, holding onto the sink to stand firm. He bent down to put water in the bathtub, adjusted the temperature, and turned his head back, only to find that the person behind him was still standing there stupidly. He muttered impatiently, "Take off your pants, are you going to stand there until the end of time?" During this time, his bright blue eyes suddenly met with the other person's gaze.

  The other party was clearly still staring blankly at his back and hadn't reacted yet.

  Jian Ran: "......"

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  "There's a scar on your back," Jian Yan said, tracing it with his finger between his neck and back.

  “……”

  "Additional."

  “……”

  "Haven't you been filming lately?"

  "Uh-huh."

  The man lowered his head, pulled down his pants for him, and took a look at the pants without any blood stains. The wound wasn't as serious as he had imagined, and he almost subconsciously let out a sigh of relief - he put his hand on the edge of the young black-haired man's underwear, muttered "I'm undressed, don't hit people", just then, he felt the person standing in front of him raised his hand, when he thought the other was going to fight back again, but unexpectedly, the latter's hand fell on the back of his neck, touching the scar behind him.

  The scab formed by blood stasis has not completely fallen off.

  It looks like whip marks or something, the same thing that was done countless times on his body as a makeup effect when acting in plays in the past. Not once did he think that he would encounter such a thing in real life, where he would be beaten to death as the main character.

  "Aren't you a young master of the underworld?" Jian Yan heard his own dry laughter echoing in the bathroom, "Who dares to hit you."

  Jiang Chuan yanked down someone's underwear, staring at the thing that jumped out from under the thin fabric, which was quite impressive in terms of both color and shape. He narrowed his eyes slightly - earlier in the hotel bathroom had been too rushed, he hadn't even had time to take a good look.

  "Not bad."

  "What's with this 'not bad' nonsense? I'm asking you a question, who hit you?"

  "Are you going to avenge me?" The man chuckled and raised his head, casting a slanted glance at him. Seeing the latter's expression momentarily frozen, he couldn't help but flick the organ quietly nestled among the hairs in front of him with his hand. "Then act well in the next movie, don't let it flop."

  Suddenly let out a loud cry and bent down to cover his groin.

  The action pulled on the wound behind him again.

  He took a deep breath of cool air, and the heavy emotions in his chest were swept away, thousands of words condensed into one sentence: "Jiang Chuan, are you freaking human!!!!!!"