Futile Devices Scans

Time passed quickly at the Chu family residence. In the blink of an eye, Chu Wenting and Shen Qing had already returned from their honeymoon. The couple hadn’t planned to stay away for too many days to begin with. One reason was Chu Wenting’s work, while another was that Shen Qing ultimately couldn’t stop worrying about their son, who was not yet three years old. If things continued like this, her son’s heart would completely drift toward his eldest uncle and Wang Cheng. If he stopped recognizing her as his mother, who was she supposed to complain to?

The situation was this: on the sixth day of Shen Qing and Chu Wenting’s honeymoon abroad, the couple had been having so much fun in Hawaii that they practically forgot about their son. When they finally remembered him, Shen Qing decided to video call him. To her shock, she discovered her son chasing after Wang Cheng everywhere, completely ignoring her, his mother. Later, Third Aunt told her that Kun Kun had become especially attached to Wang Cheng. Wherever Wang Cheng went, Kun Kun would follow.

How could this be acceptable?!

Shen Qing understood her son extremely well. Once he trusted someone, he would practically want to cling to that person all day long. He had done exactly the same thing when he used to adore his eldest uncle—even abandoning his own mother.

Over the following days, Shen Qing repeatedly called her son, but either he ignored her completely or said only a few words before running off. Shen Qing felt so heartbroken that she decided to return a day early.

Wang Cheng had also been staying at the Chu family home for nearly half a month. After Shen Qing returned, he and Chu Yifeng decided to move back to their apartment. Before leaving, Wang Cheng wanted to say goodbye to Kun Kun, only to discover he was nowhere to be found. After asking around, he learned that his mother had taken him out early that morning, saying she was afraid her son might stop recognizing her as his mother, so she intended to spend time alone with him.

After hearing this, Wang Cheng was speechless. Did she really need to guard against him so much? Kun Kun’s mother truly lacked confidence. In the end, they left without being able to say goodbye to Kun Kun.

“Have you really decided?” Chu Yifeng asked while driving.

“What else can I do? I already agreed,” Wang Cheng replied, holding his head.

During the days he had spent at the Chu family home, he had actually been deeply moved.

Ever since arriving in the Imperial Capital, he had rarely experienced the warmth of a family being together. Every day had been filled with endless troubles. But during this period at the Chu family residence, he didn’t need to worry about company matters, nor did he need to deal with scheming people harboring ulterior motives. Life had felt as carefree and comfortable as when he used to live up in the mountains.

“If you truly don’t want to, you don’t have to care about other people’s opinions. Your grandfather may be capable, but he still can’t do anything to us. His words are really nothing more than bluffing and intimidation,” Chu Yifeng said. He didn’t want Wang Cheng forcing himself to do something he disliked. Although he sometimes joked about Wang Cheng giving him a child, most of the time he was only teasing.

“I know.” Wang Cheng suddenly smiled again. “But I also have my own considerations. After spending time with Kun Kun recently, I realized children are actually pretty adorable. Do you remember what Doctor Eric said? If what he said is true, what do you think our child would be like? Would they be like Kun Kun too?”

Hearing this, Chu Yifeng smiled as well. “Our child would definitely be even better than Kun Kun.”

“I think so too.” Wang Cheng grinned proudly. The more he imagined a baby carrying both his and Chu Yifeng’s genes, the more he looked forward to its arrival. His earlier unwillingness and discomfort no longer seemed so important.

Although Wang Cheng had agreed, they didn’t plan to undergo IVF treatment immediately. Neither the Zhou family nor the Gu family’s affairs had been fully resolved yet. During such a turbulent period, he feared something unexpected might happen, leaving him unable to get away.

The next morning, Chu Yifeng went to oversee Aimoer’s branch company, while Wang Cheng received a call from Pan Zhihai and prepared to head to Yazhi. Before he left, Chu Yifeng told him to wear a baseball cap and sunglasses as a disguise. Wang Cheng was now something of a celebrity himself, and many reporters wanted to secretly photograph him.

Nowadays, He Zihuan had unquestionably become Yazhi’s number one star. He had successfully entered the ranks of first-tier celebrities, receiving endless invitations for advertisements, films, and television scripts pouring in like snowflakes. Wang Cheng no longer needed to invest personally. Besides the scripts He Zihuan selected for himself, the company’s other artists could also receive some excellent resources.

He Zihuan’s friend, Tang Sai, although not as famous as He Zihuan, was also extremely busy every day. Through his own hard work and He Zihuan’s support, he had firmly established himself as a second-tier celebrity. Whether he could become a first-tier celebrity depended on his future efforts.

After parking his car, Wang Cheng arrived downstairs at the company building. Just then, a group of people walked out through the revolving glass doors. At the center of the crowd was He Zihuan, surrounded by three assistants and two bodyguards specially hired by Pan Zhihai to protect him. None of them recognized Wang Cheng.

At that moment, the reporters who had long been waiting nearby immediately rushed forward the instant He Zihuan appeared. Cameras and microphones were all aimed at him as they bombarded him with all sorts of gossip questions. Some asked about the actress rumored to be involved with He Zihuan and whether the two were really dating or simply hyping up their movie. Others asked whether he acted arrogant on set and threw his weight around. The bodyguards immediately stepped forward to separate the reporters from him, while the assistants repeatedly explained that they were in a hurry.

Wang Cheng was squeezed all the way to the outer edge. Just as he was feeling helpless, he suddenly caught sight of someone walking toward them from not far away. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have paid attention—people frequently came and went around here—but despite the scorching weather, this person had wrapped himself up tightly from head to toe. Wang Cheng instinctively paid closer attention. Suddenly, a bright flash of reflected light glinted from the person’s hand.

Just as Wang Cheng tried to get a clearer look, the person suddenly pulled a small knife from inside his jacket pocket and rushed toward He Zihuan at high speed while loudly shouting, “He Zihuan, go die!”

Because the reporters surrounded them on all sides, the bodyguards had been busy clearing a path ahead, and He Zihuan happened to be walking at the very front.

By the time everyone snapped out of their shock, the knife-wielding attacker had already been kicked flying.

It turned out that someone had suddenly rushed out from the side. Before the attacker could even get close to He Zihuan, he was sent flying with a kick. Upon witnessing this scene, the reporters immediately became excited as if injected with adrenaline, frantically raising their cameras and snapping photo after photo. None of them had expected someone to openly attempt murder in broad daylight, and against a top celebrity like He Zihuan no less. This was explosive gossip.

The next second, someone screamed.

The attacker had actually climbed back up and charged toward them once again, wildly waving the knife in his hand. No matter how excited the reporters were, they still valued their own lives. After hurriedly snapping a few more photos, they scattered in all directions. The two bodyguards immediately shielded He Zihuan, but neither of them even had the chance to show their skills. Wang Cheng, who was closest to the attacker, made his move again. This time, he subdued the man with a single hand. The knife he had been threatening people with clattered to the ground and was kicked away by Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng pulled off the man’s hat and sunglasses, and a familiar face instantly came into view. The last time he had seen this person was in a newspaper article reporting on his termination of contract with Yazhi. Back then, there had even been a photo attached, showing a bright and triumphant smile. But now, compared to before, he looked far more haggard. He was still young, yet seemed to have aged four or five years. Dark circles had even formed beneath his eyes.

“Cen Xi?”

Seeing the attacker’s face, He Zihuan exclaimed his name in surprise. It really was Cen Xi, who had jumped ship to Tianhuang Entertainment. Yet his fate had not improved because of the move—instead, it had only grown worse and worse.

Pan Zhihai had long wanted to deal with Cen Xi. After Wang Cheng handed full authority over the matter to him, Pan Zhihai had practically driven Cen Xi into the ground. All the things Cen Xi had done in the past were exposed by him. In less than half a month, Cen Xi’s reputation had completely collapsed, turning him into one of those celebrities people demanded be kicked out of the entertainment industry. Tianhuang Entertainment had originally wanted to use him to make money, but in the end, they had no choice but to abandon him as well. However, unwilling to accept the losses they had invested in him, they claimed that Cen Xi’s public image had severely deteriorated and accused him of violating a clause in their contract, forcing him to pay compensation.

Cen Xi didn’t dare oppose Tianhuang Entertainment. This media company had never been as clean as outsiders imagined. Rumor had it they even had underworld connections. In the end, Cen Xi lost everything and was blacklisted by Tianhuang Entertainment. He no longer had any hope of making a comeback, and his life had become utterly miserable.

Unable to break free from Wang Cheng’s grip, Cen Xi could only glare at He Zihuan with bloodshot eyes and a twisted expression. “Go die, He Zihuan! I’m going to kill you!”

He Zihuan frowned. He wasn’t surprised at all that Cen Xi hated him. Back then, Cen Xi had once stood high above him. Now their positions had reversed, so jealousy was perfectly natural. He turned toward the person restraining Cen Xi and suddenly felt that the man looked somewhat familiar.

“Sir, thank you very much for just now.”

“You two, come over here,” Wang Cheng said to the two bodyguards.

“Young Master Wang?” He Zihuan finally recognized him upon hearing his voice, his face filling with shock. Because Wang Cheng had been bent over with his head lowered, He Zihuan hadn’t recognized him earlier even when he got close.

The two bodyguards also snapped awake as if from a dream.

Upon hearing He Zihuan’s words, Cen Xi widened his eyes and stared at Wang Cheng. The killing intent bursting from his gaze was even stronger than what he felt toward He Zihuan. After all, Wang Cheng was the true culprit behind his current downfall. It was just that Wang Cheng was usually elusive and hard to find. So when Cen Xi had reached the end of his rope and saw He Zihuan’s posters and news coverage, he had developed the crazed thought of killing him.

“Let’s go upstairs first before talking.”

Wang Cheng glanced around. The reporters had already crowded back around them again. Upon discovering that the person who had subdued the attacker was actually Yazhi’s young chairman, and that the attacker was none other than Cen Xi, a former Yazhi artist who had long since fallen into ruin and disappeared from public view, they became even more excited. Some reporters even asked Wang Cheng whether he had any personal grudge with Cen Xi, whether Cen Xi wanted revenge on He Zihuan because Yazhi had terminated his contract, and other similar questions.

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