The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 732 - 731. Offer someone’s flowers to the Buddha

What the heck? That girl is a celebrity?!

Are you kidding me? How could a celebrity possibly have such a high level of attainment in painting and calligraphy?

The onlookers were older and still held certain prejudices against the word ’celebrity.’ They secretly believed the entertainment industry was not in their league, and some even regarded it as part of the lower echelons of society.

Bai Chenxi enjoyed watching everyone’s expressions change again and chuckled.

"To be precise, Sister Tang is an actress, and a very good one at that. Her recent role in ’Corridor Pavilion’ has gone viral online. All of you gentlemen can check it out when you go back; it’s really spectacular!"

This... she’s really a celebrity?

Seeing his confident assertion, the crowd couldn’t help but accept the fact, and they were greatly shocked.

"This girl... Since she has such profound knowledge of painting and calligraphy, why did she go act in those dramas?"

Professor Li couldn’t help but show his disappointment, "If she put all her energy into Chinese painting and calligraphy, she would definitely achieve greatness in the future."

Master Bai immediately felt unhappy upon hearing this, "Old Li, your words are quite biased. Xiao Shu is also acting now, but isn’t she also making a mark in the world of painting and calligraphy?"

"That’s not what I mean. I just feel she could do even better."

"Hmmph, you’re just an old pedant, so stubborn!"

Professor Li: "..."

When did these titles land on his head? Have you forgotten how when you get stubborn, not even ten bulls could pull you back?

***

Tang Shu, walking ahead, had no idea what had happened here. She was on the phone with Yang Tiantian, and after two rings, the call connected quickly.

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"Hmm, have you arrived?"

"Uh... well..."

"Hmm?"

Tang Shu’s uncovered eyes narrowed with a hint of confusion.

Is she still not here?

That shouldn’t be the case. Tiantian should know the exact time of the competition. Why hasn’t she arrived on time to pick her up? What’s going on with the assistant?

"Did something happen to you?"

"No no, I’m fine!"

Yang Tiantian chuckled awkwardly and glanced forward again, "I’m already waiting at the entrance of the alley; it’s just that... Boss, you might not need me anymore."

Not needed?

What does that mean?

Tang Shu quickened her steps and soon stepped out of the alley, only to be met not with Yang Tiantian’s familiar Volkswagen, but a black business car instead.

In front of the car stood a tall figure, whose lengthy shadow was drawn out by the westward-leaning sun. His features were sharp and his contours deep, yet the lines were undeniably gentle.

At that moment, Jing Yu was slightly upturning the corners of his mouth, gazing down at a bunch of fiery red roses in his hand.

Roses?

Tang Shu took another look at the object, a feeling of familiarity washing over her.

The moment he noticed her gaze upon him, he looked up and met Tang Shu’s eyes, his lips curving into an arc once more.

These were the third bunch of roses Jing Yu had received, and the handwriting on the card was as concise as always. Since the first time he received them in the office, an additional step was added to their interactions.

The flowers have arrived.

Do you like them?

I do.

With less than ten words exchanged, the unusual brevity left both the giver and recipient exceedingly satisfied. Tang Shu felt that she had chosen well, even going so far as to revisit the online post she had searched before, giving a like to the netizen who provided the answer as a token of support.

As for Jing Yu...

Gazing at the Tang Shu before him, whose eyes alone were visible, a sparkle flashed through his eyes.

"Are you finished?"

"Ah, how come you’re here?"

Jing Yu handed over the brilliantly blooming fire-red rose he was holding, "A humble offering of Buddha borrowed from flowers."

Tang Shu paused upon hearing this, took the rose, and noticed that the card inside had changed from the original beige to red.

Hmm?

She slowly unfolded it and saw a line emerging:

"Beauty eclipsing ancient and modern times, roses shy away from jade-like skin."

Signature: Jing Yu.

A slight curl appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she was in great spirits.

"Thank you."

From a short distance away, Yang Tiantian, witnessing this scene of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, immediately felt a toothache.

Unexpectedly, she was force-fed a mouthful of dog food.

Why didn’t she just disappear a moment ago? Surely her boss wouldn’t mind, right?

No sooner had this thought crossed her mind than Yang Tiantian saw Jing Yu looking over in their direction. Although he didn’t speak, she was quite certain that she understood the implicit message in his eyes.

Beat it.

Even though his demeanor was friendly and his gaze seemed normal, it made her shiver all over.

Yang Tiantian stiffened, standing straight with her upper body slightly raised. She gave a serious OK gesture and turned to board the Volkswagen.

She stepped on the gas and fled.

Tang Shu: "..."

Should she consider getting a new assistant?

"Let’s go, Aunt Lin had already started cooking chicken soup when I left, and it will be just right when we get home."

Without changing his expression, Jing Yu suppressed the good mood that was barely contained and opened the passenger door for her.

***

The employees at the top level of Cloudscape Group felt life had been particularly good lately.

They noticed that their typically iron-fisted President seemed easier to talk to than before. Even internal meetings ran smoother, mainly reflected by the fact that there were one-third fewer plans being sent back. Sometimes when they encountered President Jing in the corridor, they often got the sense that he was in quite a good mood.

"It’s an illusion, definitely an illusion! How on earth do you women notice this? Why can’t I feel it?"

"Sixth sense, you know. Women’s intuition is very accurate; never underestimate us. Xiao Lin, you really have low EQ."

"No, but hasn’t President Jing always had a poker face before?"

"Yes."

"But now, when I see him, he still has a poker face!"

So how exactly can you tell?

Xiao Lin was utterly baffled.

"That’s because you don’t observe carefully. Naturally, you can’t see it. Before, President Jing did indeed have a poker face and was imposing, but recently, although he still has a poker face, the sense of oppression is gone, okay?"

"Oh? That seems true, but why? Could it be President Jing has taken on a big project for our group recently?"

"Pfft! In your men’s eyes, is it all about work?"

"Then what is it about?"

As Xiao Lin pondered, the girl smiled with deeper meaning, "I’ve got some hot gossip here, wanna hear it?"

"Spit it out, what happened with President Jing?"

"I know the girl at the reception downstairs, and she’s told me some insider info. Apparently, President Jing has been receiving gifts for three consecutive Saturdays!"

The girl smiled mysteriously, "And, it’s said that those gifts are flowers!"

"Damn, how would reception know that, did she see them?"

"She didn’t see, but she could smell, you know. The gift box was giving off a rose scent as it was delivered, it’s definitely flowers!"