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Zeng Jingyi, who was lying on the bed fiddling with her mobile phone, smiled, sniffed slightly, and seemed to be talking to herself. She put all her energy on the phone and concentrated on chatting with Sun Na.

Xia Haoyang, who was lying beside her, did not disturb her and seemed to be asleep.

After several minutes, Zeng Jingyi finished chatting with Sun Na contentedly, put her phone on the bedside table again, then turned to face Xia Haoyang and found that Xia Haoyang was also looking at her with his eyes open.

"I thought you were asleep." Zeng Jingyi said softly.

Xia Haoyang still didn't say anything, but just held Zeng Jingyi's arms tighter.

"What's wrong? I feel like you're a little abnormal today, and you seem to be in a low mood." As the person sleeping next to her, Zeng Jingyi could feel that something was different about Xia Haoyang today.

If he still had vanity or other psychological problems that he dared not mention when facing Zhao Yishen and others, Xia Haoyang could say it when facing Zeng Jingyi.

"Jingyi, we haven't had a child for such a long time. Is there something wrong with our health, especially me?"

Zeng Jingyi was stunned. She didn't expect that Xia Haoyang was worried about this.

"I think it's okay, and we are all young, so this kind of thing can't be rushed. But if you are really worried about physical reasons, we can go to the hospital for a check-up." Zeng Jingyi answered generously.

Even with someone as close as Zeng Jingyi, Xia Haoyang didn't want to tell her that he was a time traveler. He was worried that time travel would prevent him from having children but he didn't know how to explain it.

"We are public figures, and it is inconvenient for us to go to the hospital for examination. It will be troublesome if we are reported by media reporters." Xia Haoyang used this excuse to evade the issue.

"What are you afraid of? I don't think it matters. Besides, your image was already ruined when you had the scandal with that 18th-tier model." Zeng Jingyi smiled after thinking about it.

At the beginning, an 18th-tier model in Vancouver said that she had a one-night stand with Xia Haoyang, and revealed various details to netizens and the media. The explosive content was called exciting by netizens, comparable to H novels.

But Xia Haoyang explained in his Weibo in an unromantic way that he was a fat man and perhaps had kidney deficiency, and his fighting ability could not reach the level of a golden gun that could last for hours as the model said.

Xia Haoyang's original intention was to prove that the talk of the 18th-tier model was pure nonsense, but netizens' focus was instead on Xia Haoyang's masculinity. If Xia Haoyang went to the hospital for this kind of examination now, it would inevitably trigger ridicule from Chinese netizens again.

If the identity of the richest man lacks masculinity, such news will be talked about by netizens and the media.

"I think we should go for a check-up. If you are worried, you can choose a hospital in Vancouver. That is the base of your Xia family. Find a hospital controlled or majority owned by your sixteen families. This way, your privacy will be guaranteed. Then we can go for a check-up to see if it is a physical cause." Zeng Jingyi did not have such concerns, but Xia Haoyang did. She thought that they should go to the hospital for a check-up.

Go back to Wenzhou for inspection? That would make it easier for privacy to be leaked. Although the media reporters would not publish it, I would be laughed at by my elder brother, elder sister-in-law, and second brother Sun Na, right? No, absolutely not. Xia Haoyang felt chilled just thinking about it.

"I just mentioned it casually. Maybe I filtered it out. There's no need to go to the hospital for a checkup. We are still young. Take it slow. We'll see later. Go to bed. It's getting late today. Don't you have an early scene to shoot tomorrow?"

"Oh, then let's go to sleep. Good night, husband." Zeng Jingyi didn't think too much. She kissed Xia Haoyang and closed her eyes to go to sleep.

With something on his mind, Xia Haoyang could only turn sideways with his back to Zeng Jingyi, sighed, and then closed his eyes.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Xia Haoyang was more focused on losing weight. He now strictly controlled his diet every day, especially the intake of carbohydrates. He also enjoyed exercising and no longer complained of being tired. In fact, his current base weight was not that high, about 150 kilograms, but with his height of less than 170 cm, especially that round face that showed his flesh, he was still a fat man in the eyes of outsiders.

When Xia Haoyang was in the crew of Director Liu Chang, he had no work to do. Sometimes Director Liu Chang would shoot the movie according to his own ideas, but he didn't need to modify the script, and he wouldn't even tell Xia Haoyang. During the filming of the movie, he was ignored as the screenwriter. But basically, Director Liu Chang still shot according to the script written by Xia Haoyang, and didn't deliberately modify too much content.

Although Xia Haoyang got a recliner and lay down next to director Liu Chang, moving with the crew, he never expressed any opinions on the on-site filming from beginning to end. Director Liu Chang would not ask Xia Haoyang for his opinion. In the eyes of other people in the crew, Xia Haoyang seemed to have just found a place to sleep.

"No way! You're the richest man in the country, but you're still withholding wages?" Today's scene was in charge of assistant director Luo Xian. Director Liu was playing with his phone, and I don't know what news he saw.

"What are you talking about? What about unpaid wages?" Xia Haoyang, who was lying on the side, had no idea what Director Liu was talking about.

"You can read the news yourself. Today's news said that your Guoan team paid two months' salary to the players today. The team does not owe any salary this year." Director Liu stood aside and mocked.

Xia Haoyang, lying on a rattan chair, lifted the thin blanket covering him and said, "What are you talking about? Let me see. Guoan owes wages? That shouldn't be the case."

Director Luo put his mobile phone in front of Xia Haoyang. In fact, the news was very simple, just a few lines of text, which meant that today the Guoan team paid the salaries of all the players this year, so the team would not have any wage arrears this year.

"This news means that the domestic football environment is very difficult. Guoan probably had wage arrears in the past. If a team like Guoan, led by the richest man, is like this, one can imagine the situation for other teams." Director Liu Chang also tasted the subtext of this news.

"No matter how difficult the situation is, Guoan should not delay paying wages. I haven't heard President Ma tell me about this." Xia Haoyang took out his cell phone and called Guoan CEO Ma Yi.

"Boss Xia? Something's up."

"Mr. Ma, I just saw today's news. It's about our national security." Xia Haoyang was thinking about how to talk about this.

But Mr. Ma misunderstood and thought Xia Haoyang was talking about another piece of news: "Guoan scored 14 goals in the last minutes of the Chinese Super League this season, the most in the league."

"Oh, Mr. Xia, the reason why we were able to score the most goals in the final period of the game was because our teammates followed the coach's instructions and worked hard without giving up. Although sometimes this led to too much space after the attack and caused mistakes, the overall effect was good. Mr. Xia's suggestion to trust the coach and even give up several young players was obviously correct..."

Mr. Ma was still talking but was interrupted by Xia Haoyang.