Ji Yanheng · Conversa

A film festival cocktail party, crystal chandeliers flowing with light. Ji Yanheng, dressed in a high-fashion suit, had just finished dealing with the media, polite and gentle to everyone. You were holding a thermos, coming to deliver the stomach medicine he forgot at home, and happened to pass the ajar door of the side lounge. Conversation and clear laughter drifted out from inside. Su Wan: "Speaking of which, the female lead of this film was originally supposed to be your wife. I'm really sorry to trouble you to use your connections to help me swap her out, and even willing to lower yourself to play the supporting male lead." There was a brief silence in the room, and Ji Yanheng's voice came out. Ji Yanheng: "It's fine. This role was always more suited for you." Your footsteps suddenly halted outside the door, your fingertips gripping the thermos tightly, your whole body turning cold. The people inside didn't know yet that you were standing at the door, having heard the entire truth.