Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

"Old Zou, it's been a few years since we last met, hasn't it? Look at your energy and spirit, you're still as vigorous as ever, and your charm hasn't diminished at all!"

This man is almost sixty years old, but he looks very robust, with bright eyes, a straight back, and still exudes the aura of an industry tycoon.

Zou Wenhuai waved his hand, his smile carrying a hint of humility and a touch of melancholy tinged with the passage of time:

"No, no, I'm getting old! Now that I'm getting old, even climbing a flight of stairs makes me breathless. There are many things I'm willing to do but can't, unlike you young people."

The two sat down in the rest area outside the photography studio.

"Grandma Zou is being modest."

Zhong Yuemin laughed,

"In today's Hong Kong film industry, who doesn't know your name, Mr. Zou? Almost every film produced by Golden Harvest is both critically acclaimed and commercially successful, consistently ranking in the top three at the box office. Isn't this all thanks to your strategic planning?"

"Don't dare to take it, don't take it!"

Zou Wenhuai quickly waved his hand, his expression sincere.

In front of others, he might be able to accept the praise with ease and have enough confidence and reason to be proud, but in front of this person, he really couldn't muster any arrogance.

The idea for the founding of Golden Harvest was initially proposed by this person. His influence can be seen in everything from the crucial injection of funds to the planning direction of many blockbuster films and even the framework of specific scripts.

The scripts for the zombie movie series and the Fight Back to School series, which are now popular throughout Asia, all originated from this person.

Furthermore, his ability to recognize and judge character is first-rate and ruthless. For example, the artists signed and collaborated with Golden Harvest, such as Chen Long, Zhou Xingchi, Wu Mengda, and Zhou Runfa… were all chosen by this discerning eye.

Moreover, she also wrote and composed many of the hit songs by singers such as Teresa Teng and Hsu Hsiao-feng, who were signed by the group's record companies.

As for his business acumen and forward-thinking strategies, that goes without saying. His current business empire is comparable to the four major families of Hong Kong Island, making him an all-around genius.

"Mr. Zhong, it's a rare opportunity to meet you today!" Zou Wenhuai leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming eagerly, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"How about... you give Golden Harvest some more pointers and suggestions? Write a few scripts. The market is changing so fast, and there are a lot of competitors. The new generation is constantly pushing the old one aside. Sometimes I feel a little uneasy."

Zhong Yuemin was amused by his expectant look and readily agreed:

"Okay, I'll probably be staying on Hong Kong Island for about a week this time. I'll think about it these next few days and write a few suitable script outlines for you. If you think they're okay, then we can use them. It doesn't necessarily have to be filmed."

"Okay, great!"

Zou Wenhuai was overjoyed; his wrinkles beamed with delight.

"It's perfect, absolutely perfect, made by you, Mr. Zhong!"

With this person involved, he dared to guarantee that the script they received would be a trendsetting masterpiece and a box office hit, because without exception, all the scripts written before had been hugely successful.

After filming at the TV station until evening, Zhong Yuemin, Li Yan, and Qin Ling took the tired Xiao Ning and drove back to the Repulse Bay Villa.

At dinner time, Zhong Yuemin spent time in the living room with his son, who had regained his energy, building blocks and telling him stories.

Li Yan and Qin Ling, unusually, cooked together, stir-frying several of their signature dishes, making a delicious soup, and preparing a sumptuous and heartwarming dinner.

The four of them sat around a table, chatting and laughing, enjoying a long-awaited lively reunion dinner.

late at night.

Li Yan first gave Xiao Ning a bath and changed him into clean pajamas. After washing up herself, the little guy smelled nice and excitedly jumped around on the bed, refusing to stay still and go to sleep.

"Okay, okay, stop jumping, lie down and go to sleep!"

Li Yan patted his little bottom.

"I just took a shower, but I'm sweating all over again in no time."

The little guy then obediently crawled into bed, and Li Yan got into bed from the other side and tucked him in.

"Mother,"

Xiao Ning blinked her big eyes and suddenly asked,

"Why doesn't Uncle sleep with us?"

“Uncle is an adult, he has his own room,” Li Yan explained softly.

"Oh..." The little one seemed to understand but not quite, and asked again.

"Then...why can Uncle sleep with Mom during the day?"

Li Yan's cheeks flushed slightly. This little guy is getting harder to fool as he gets older.

"Why are you asking so many questions? When you grow up, you'll have to sleep alone too. Close your eyes and stop talking."

"But I'm afraid of the dark, so I don't dare to sleep alone!"

"So, aren't you a little man?"

"Yes!" the child nodded earnestly.

"This little man is not afraid of anything and will even protect his mother."

The mother and son chatted for about half an hour. As sleepiness crept in, the little guy stopped asking questions, snuggled up to his mother's arm affectionately, rubbed his face against hers, and soon his even breathing filled the air as he drifted off to sleep.

Looking at her son's fair and rosy sleeping face, Li Yan's eyes were full of love. She lowered her head and gently kissed his forehead. She turned off the bedside lamp, lay down herself, and prepared to fall asleep.

However, a faint noise could be heard coming from the next room.

At first it was subtle, but gradually it became clearer... suppressed whispers, mixed with ambiguous gasps, and the slight creaking of the mattress.

The house is actually very well soundproofed, but the noise from the other end is really loud, especially late at night.

Li Yan's face flushed slightly in the darkness. As a mother, how could she not know what was happening next door? She couldn't help but mutter a curse under her breath:

"That rogue bull... couldn't you have gone a little easier? It's killing someone..."

That being said, during the daytime, he barks even louder than the people of the Qinling Mountains.

Now, how could she possibly sleep? She tossed and turned, her ears burning, her mind in turmoil…

We can only wait until they finish.

Next room.

The wind and rain have subsided, and a lazy, moist atmosphere permeates the air.

Zhong Yuemin leaned against the headboard, one hand idly stroking Qinling's flat, smooth abdomen, her skin delicate and slightly cool.

"I see that you... really like Xiao Ning."

He spoke, his voice hoarse from the aftermath.

"Haven't you ever considered... having one yourself?"

The two had been intimate before, and have always used protection, including now.

Qin Ling lay on her side beside him, and upon hearing this, gently shook her head, her voice somewhat unsteady:

"I may like it... but I don't necessarily have to own it. I'm fine as I am now, alone. You should know me. That's just how I am. I'm used to being free and independent. I just enjoy the process. The result doesn't matter. If you feel it's not enough, have a few more with Sister Yan. I can help take care of them."