kvmb Chapter 68 Prodigal
Chapter 68 Prodigal
The man inside seemed to sense something and happened to lift the curtain to step out. His obsidian-like eyes shone brightly when they met that delicate and pretty figure.
He pulled her into the shed, took a towel from Zhao Nan and helped her dry her wet hair, his voice low and hoarse, "It was really my fault for making you come to me in the rain. Let me dry you off properly so you don't get sick."
The gentle touch on her head made Cheng Ai squint her eyes comfortably. She tilted her head back and smiled slightly. "It's Wednesday today, not Friday."
Ye Jingke naturally understood what she meant, and coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, "Strange things have been happening in the castle, I'm worried about you."
Cheng Ai suppressed her smile and said seriously, "Those things are very powerful. My advice is to evacuate as soon as possible."
Ye Jingke put down the towel, draped his coat over Cheng Ai's shoulders, and sighed softly, "I'm afraid that won't work."
"Huh?" Cheng Ai was taken aback. "Why?"
Ye Jingke didn't answer, but just glanced at the assistant director.
Upon receiving the instructions, Zhao Nan quickly recounted in detail the recent events.
Cheng Ai was dumbfounded, completely unexpected that in just three days, the production team had dwindled to only 13 people. "Where's Gong Qian? How did he die?"
Ye Jingke's eyes darkened slightly. "He violated the rules in the text message and was struck dead by lightning."
He was in a hurry to see Cheng Ai and walked very fast, not paying any attention to Gong Qian behind him.
Not long after, a scream pierced the sky. Ye Jingke turned around in shock, only to find a corpse.
He froze on the spot, unable to recover for a long time.
Despite the noise of the rain, the abrupt sound still clearly reached the director's work shed.
Zhao Nan was preparing to make tea to entertain Ye Jingke when she heard the commotion and immediately rushed out to investigate.
When he saw Gong Qian's charred remains, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and his mouth trembled uncontrollably.
After a moment, Zhao Nan managed to compose himself, and shakily pulled out his phone, explaining, "Mr. Ye... Director Gong violated some taboo... which is why he died such a tragic death..."
Ye Jingke looked at him with a blank expression and asked.
After thinking it over carefully, Zhao Nan suddenly slapped his forehead and added with a sudden realization, "It seems that the six people that Director Gong sent into the castle to cook and set up props left a few seconds early. They weren't controlled, so the punishment was transferred to the person who gave the order."
The rule against leaving the office area without permission is no longer necessary.
The reason, as you might ask, is probably because someone accidentally ate something bad and got a stomachache, and the text message system was temporarily discontinued to prevent them from getting diarrhea and making a mess.
Cheng Ai rubbed her temples, looking annoyed. "I have six talismans left. I can protect myself, but the fate of the other guests is hard to say."
Ye Jingke dismissed the unimportant people, retrieved a leather bag, opened it, and handed her a calligraphy brush, alcohol, cinnabar, and a large stack of yellow paper. "This should be enough."
He took a deep breath, grasped her shoulders, and said with a serious and firm look in his eyes, "Ai Ai, I don't care about the lives of others, I just hope you are safe and sound."
Cheng Ai was slightly taken aback, a sweet ripple rising in her heart. She couldn't help but want to nod, but then she felt it was inappropriate and quickly changed her words, "Shengding International's name is indeed very prestigious, but its financial situation is not optimistic."
She spilled the tea on the table, rinsed it twice, poured in cinnabar and alcohol, and stirred it slowly with a teaspoon. "You seem wealthy, but I know you're short of money."
Ye Jingke couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to lightly flick her forehead. "Don't worry about it. There's more than enough to feed and care for you."
Cheng Ai pouted and snorted, "Putting aside the issue of your destined partner, you're still my benefactor. I can't just stand by and watch you fall into a desperate situation, can I?"
"Benefactor?" Ye Jingke murmured repeatedly, a look of confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Seeing that the cinnabar had completely dissolved, Cheng Ai picked up her brush, dipped it in red ink, and quickly drew talismans on the yellow paper. "Have you forgotten? You once helped me, a complete stranger, retrieve a thousand-year-old jade stone from the water tank."
Ye Jingke was shocked.
He only agreed to retrieve the stones because he wanted to get rid of Cheng Ai as soon as possible; he wasn't sincere. Now that he knows she is so grateful for it, he feels a mix of emotions.
The one who truly deserves the title of benefactor is Cheng Ai.
Without her, he wouldn't have escaped the mental hospital; without her, he would have perished in the fire long ago; without her, he would never have taken back control of the company.
Thinking back to the flying kick he had given her, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
Fortunately, Cheng Ai dodged in time; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
She's right. He really needs money right now. He is indeed the legal representative of Shengding International, but the accounts are a mess. Not only is there a serious deficit, but he is also heavily in debt.
It was all Su Qi and Zhang Caifeng's doing. He originally wanted to fire a few managers who just ate and did no work, but unexpectedly they had a lot of confidential documents in their hands, so he couldn't touch them at all.
He also promised to invest 200 million yuan in Lü Hanmo's new project. If he could turn back time, he would definitely go back and slap himself twice.
He insisted on giving it to them even though they said they didn't want it; he was utterly foolish.
With no other option, Ye Jingke had to find another way: making movies, recording reality shows, and signing promising new artists.
While watching the live broadcast of "Dare to Come," Zhong Zheyi had a strong presence and great potential. He planned to consider it for a while before signing him, but after hearing Cheng Ai's praise, he immediately changed his mind.
Ye Jingke patted her head, his eyes filled with doting affection, "Silly girl, you are my savior."
His large, warm hands made Cheng Ai's ears turn red. She chuckled, "It was nothing, just a small favor. But speaking of which, how much money did you invest in Gong Qian?"
Ye Jingke thought for a moment and replied truthfully, "Thirty million."
"You spendthrift man!" Cheng Ai glared at him, her tone full of disdain.
Ye Jingke awkwardly touched her nose. Luckily, she didn't know about the two hundred million, otherwise she would have scolded her even more harshly. "Gong Qian is cunning and treacherous. I was afraid that he would treat you badly because I paid less than Zou Xuan."
Cheng Ai paused, her eyes suddenly stinging. "You're so good to me."
She continued drawing the talisman, looking confident, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let your money go to waste. I will do my best to protect the guests for the next two days and ensure that the first segment of the variety show ends smoothly."
Ye Jingke smiled with relief and reached out to smooth her long, loose hair. "Ai Ai, thank you."
Cheng Ai didn't say anything, but she was secretly delighted.
Ten minutes later, thirty talismans were made. She quickly made hand seals with her right hand, and in just a moment, the table was empty.
Seeing Ye Jingke in a daze, Cheng Ai nudged his elbow and chuckled, "Don't just stand there. Gong Qian is dead. Have Zhao Nan add a few shots of the staff putting up props when editing the main feature, so as not to scare the audience after it airs."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist. "I've told you everything I need to. I'll go into the castle with you."