Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Mr. Gao is fully responsible for the rear-end collision caused by fatigue driving. If you have no objection, please sign the accident responsibility determination form."

Gao Yu took the pen and signed the certificate neatly.

After the police left, Gao Yu stood up from his chair and walked towards the orthopedic floor.

In the orthopedic ward, the Buick driver was lying on the hospital bed with a neck brace around his neck, his right foot tied in a plaster and hanging in the air, and his right hand also tied in a plaster, unable to move.

He was originally sleeping with his eyes closed, but the sudden alertness made him open his eyes suddenly.

The King of Hell who almost took his life last night was leaning against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest, looking at him coldly.

"I... I didn't say anything, don't... hurt me, I didn't say anything to the police." The Buick driver's mouth was swollen as if he had been stung by a bee, and he couldn't even straighten his tongue when he spoke, but deep fear was engraved in his bones.

Gao Yu came to his bedside and sat casually on the bed. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he pressed down the Buick driver's oxygen tube.

The Buick driver opened his mouth in pain but didn't dare to make a sound.

"Why did Ji Minghe instruct you to crash the car last night?"

"I... don't know. I always do things for money, without asking why."

"Really? I'll give you ten seconds to think about it. Why?"

Gao Yu placed his broad palm on the Buick driver's right leg, which was in a cast, and tapped the cast regularly with his index finger.

The Buick driver had already experienced how strong he was last night. He stared fearfully at the hand that could only control his right leg and said quickly, "It seems to be for an actress named Qin. That's all I know. I really don't know anything else. Please don't hurt me, please."

An actress whose surname is Qin.

This bit of information was enough. Gao Yu nodded and said, "Don't let me see you again next time, otherwise..."

Gao Yuming didn't need to say the rest of the words, as the Buick driver knew the deeper meaning behind them, and he quickly said "hmm".

Gao Yu sat for a while before getting up. Fresh oxygen was re-injected into the oxygen tube, and the Buick driver who was wandering on the edge of Guixi finally came back to life.

After leaving the hospital, Gao Yu took a taxi to the hotel.

He booked a hotel in Lin City, less than a hundred meters away from the hotel where Ji Xingyao's crew was staying.

The crew of "The Rebirth of the Cold Palace Concubine, She Awakens" is busy in full swing.

Ji Xingyao was busy every day studying acting and familiarizing herself with the script, as well as doing makeup, makeup trials, and photo shoots, which cut her sleep time in half. However, she learned a lot about the industry and gained a lot.

Occasionally she would broadcast live on her social media account to promote her first debut work.

She has a very large and active fan base, which has made topics related to the crew very popular.

The producer's face is about to break with laughter. The show hasn't even been filmed yet, but it's already so popular. Why should he worry about subscriptions in the future?

"Oh my, Director Yang really found us a lucky star. The publicity team is so happy that it's like Chinese New Year."

The publicity and promotion team's KPI has long been exceeded. They are busy shooting behind-the-scenes footage of stars every day, and the number of fans of the official account is increasing rapidly.

Except for the opening ceremony day, which was almost ruined by Qin Miao, everything went very smoothly, more smoothly than anyone else could have imagined.

The crew's progress is proceeding as planned, and Qin Miao has been quiet since her last commotion.

In Hai City, Wen Yuan went straight to the company after returning from the city. She asked her secretary to book a restaurant, which was a relatively famous Chinese restaurant in Hai City.

After booking a seat, Wen Yuan sent the address to Gao Yan.

Gao Yan quickly replied: "See you tonight!"

In Haishi at the end of June, it was still light when the city white-collar workers got off work.

The street lights on the roadside had been turned on early, and Wen Yuan arrived at the restaurant on time.

As soon as she arrived at the restaurant door, it was Gao Yan who opened the door for her.

"Good evening." Gao Yan smiled and leaned against the door in a gentlemanly manner.

It was obvious that Wen Yuan was the one who treated the guests, but he took the initiative and took care of Wen Yuan in every way.

"Thank you."

Wen Yuan walked past him and went straight to the reserved table.

The restaurant has open-air seating, and the seat reserved by the secretary has a great view overlooking the night view of the city.

Wen Yuan didn't ask Gao Yan about his taste and just ordered a few signature dishes.

Gao Yan didn't care about Wen Yuan's cold attitude. He leaned leisurely on the back of the chair, a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on her, reluctant to move away.

This moment was probably the happiest moment for him in the past five years.

It took him five full years to be able to have a meal with Wen Yuan.

The saying "Don't talk while eating and don't talk while sleeping" doesn't apply to Wen Yuan. Especially when entertaining people, he has to talk non-stop and get closer to the other person in order to gain the benefits he wants.

She should have treated Gao Yan the same way, after all, she needed his help.

But she didn't want to talk, and even the delicious food seemed tasteless.

"Loss of appetite? Are you tired?"

Gao Yan was very perceptive. How could he see through it even though she clearly didn't show it?

Wen Yuan swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at him straight in the eye for the first time.

Gao Yan was dressed casually today, in a simple short-sleeved T-shirt and trousers. His thick black hair was parted in a 3:7 style, which concealed his overly imposing aura.

Wen Yuan looked at him, feeling both strange and familiar. He was the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace who was once facing dethronement, then became the emperor who stood at the pinnacle of power, and then became the mysterious antique collector in front of him.

How did he do that?

This doubt has always been in Wen Yuan's mind. She has actually thought of many possibilities, but ultimately rejected them one by one.

She felt that there was only one possibility, that he was also bound to the system, otherwise there was no way to explain it.

Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Gao Yan didn't rush and just waited quietly.

"Is there a Nine Dragons and Nine Phoenix Crown in your collection?" Wen Yuan asked.

Gao Yan's relaxed eyes tightened: "How do you know?"

"I heard it."

"Do you... want to see it?" Gao Yan's words were filled with subtle nervousness.

"It's not me." Wen Yuan didn't hide anything and told the truth: "I know the president of a shipping association. He's an antique enthusiast and he wants to see this phoenix crown."

Haha, Gao Yan smiled bitterly, so that's how it is.

No wonder she disliked me so much and still took the initiative to invite me out.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I actually heard it, a silent sense of loss swept over me.

He took a sip of his wine, "I apologize, but I'm afraid I can't help you."

Wen Yuan didn't expect Gao Yan to refuse so quickly. She was speechless for a moment and wanted to ask "why", but she couldn't open her mouth.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

If Gao Yan's approach doesn't work, Wen Yuan can only find another way.

Just as she was about to find other connections, Gao Yan suddenly said, "The Phoenix Coronet is my personal favorite and will never be seen again. Besides this, I can invite the president of the Shipping Association to visit my private collection. I have many collections that are more valuable than the Phoenix Coronet."

The situation took a turn for the better, and Wen Yuan pondered over his words.

A phoenix crown in exchange for a tour of all other precious and unseen private collections, this was such a temptation that Wen Yuan felt it would be difficult for the president of the Shipping Association to refuse.

Gao Yan showed all his sincerity, which Wen Yuan did not expect.

"You've helped me so much, what do you want from me in return?"