The Secret He Hid

Blurb One:

Ji Sumus has been in the industry for five years, yet he's already won Best Supporting Actor at all three major Chinese-language film awards.

One day, during an interview, a reporter asked, "Why have you never taken a leading role?"

It's said that a famous director once made three visits to persuade him to star in a film, but he turned down every offer.

Ji Sumu replied calmly, "My wife gets jealous easily."

Reporter: "... [Awkwardly laughing it off] So Teacher Ji is married! As the only leading lady in your life, Mrs. Ji must have saved the galaxy."

The reporter then asked, "Does Mrs. Ji ever visit you on set during filming?"

Ji Sumu's expression turned cold. "She passed away five years ago."

Reporter: "…"

Blurb Two:

Since the show "Dear Dad" began airing again, viewers have had two big questions:

1. I haven't read enough books to be fooled by a real father and son! Hehe is practically a mini version of Ji Sumu. You're telling me they're only an on-the-job father and son?!

2. I clicked on the family reality show "Dear Dad"... so why am I watching "A Massive Display of Affection"? Somebody help!

Short Scene:

The director and cameraman led little ice-cube Hehe to the dressing room door, opened it, and then... froze as one at the tender, intimate scene inside.

Only Hehe remained unfazed. She walked right past her mother, who looked flustered and bashful, her lips red and glistening from being bitten, and glanced up at Ji Sumu, who had her on his lap. She nodded calmly and closed the door behind her.

The tiny, chubby-cheeked girl raised her head and said in a serious little voice, "Please get used to it soon. Daddy Sumu says he just can't help himself when it comes to Mommy."

Director and cameraman: …

"You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"

"So... please repay me with the rest of your life."

Sweet romance.

Not a breakup-and-reunion story, because they never broke up. More like a reunion after a long separation (?)

Also known as "The Resurrection of Mrs. Ji"

Coming next: "Proud Sparrow." Please add it to your collection, mwah~

Blurb:

When Liang Yanxi was seventeen, Mr. Wen brought him back to the Wen family home in Nancheng.

Wearing a thin, faded shirt, he stood tall in the opulent living room of the Wen residence. He looked up, past the ornate crystal chandelier, and saw a girl standing on the spiral staircase. She wore a dark green silk nightdress that draped beautifully. She was slender, pale, and gloomy, yet carried herself with haughty pride.

His gaze skimmed over the expensive, delicate hem of her dress and settled on her slender ankle bone, exquisitely shaped and faintly pink, with an inexplicable air of fragility. A moment later, he looked away.

Eyes lowered, all he could see were the worn, tattered cuffs of his own sleeves.

*

When Wen Guli was twenty-seven, she was a third-rate actress and a specialist in playing disposable female characters. The only roles she ever received came in two varieties:

Arrogant and domineering, or a scheming green tea.

That year, she became famous for no apparent reason. The backlash was only to be expected.

Rumor had it that she had once been a proud, noble white swan, but after her family fell into ruin, she had ultimately become a caged songbird.

From the apple of everyone's eye, she had fallen into becoming a mere plaything.

Onlookers expressed sympathy in public and mocked her in private, wondering which fat, balding sugar daddy the former heiress would have to keep company with today to scrounge up the tiniest bit of work.

Their teahouse-style gossip made an excessively handsome, distinguished young man stop outside the door.

He smiled at them, making everyone present blush, without exception, regardless of gender or age.

Only when the attendees gathered for the afternoon meeting did they learn that this talented young man was none other than Liang Yanxi, the famed head of the Liang family, renowned for his seasoned and ruthless methods, who had recently acquired their company with an iron fist.

Before the meeting, Liang Yanxi introduced himself in a warm, friendly manner. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Liang Yanxi, fat and balding."

His eyes, which always seemed to be smiling, deliberately swept over the group from the break room. "Oh, and my wife is that mere plaything, Wen Guli."

Theme: Don't lament the flowers and trees buried beneath winter snow; they will surely bloom again when they meet the spring sun.