The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

Why did she agree in such a muddle-headed way?

It’s absolutely not because of the restrained kiss Jing Yu left on her forehead before he left!

But he was right, the decision-making power in this strategic game lies with herself, and she must claim back with interest the foolish things she had done before.

"Tiantian, what are we having for lunch today?"

"Mr. Jing has prepared lemon-flavored basa fish and tomato tofu soup for you, which are perfect for protein replenishment and maintaining an excellent figure, making them an ideal choice for lunch."

"...When did he inform you of this?"

"This morning, before the start of your shooting."

Yang Tiantian tilted her head as she reported, "Rest assured, boss, I will still be in charge of cooking the lunch, but the ingredients and the kitchen are provided by the hotel. Mr. Jing said you might not be used to the meals prepared by others, so he negotiated with the hotel manager in advance."

"But Mr. Jing said that unless you asked, I wouldn’t need to go into such detail."

"..."

Am I really the boss here, or is he your boss?

Tang Shu considered the possibility of getting a new assistant as she pinched the half-drunk bottle of mineral water in her hand. freewebnσvel.cѳm

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What would a perfect suitor be like?

Jing Yu, with an intellect far superior to that of ordinary people, demonstrated this through his actions.

Considering his girlfriend (though not really) is a popular film actress, Jing Yu didn’t appear anywhere on the shooting site, instead avoiding all the eyes of the media and his colleagues.

He doesn’t make you feel his presence all the time, but some subtleties are managed so smoothly and silently.

When Tang Shu finished her afternoon shoot, her phone timely rang with a WeChat notification.

[Jing Yu: If you accept my invitation, what would you like for dinner?]

Tang Shu pursed her lips. You call a few minutes’ notice an invitation?

[Tang Shu: Any recommendations?]

The reply from the other side took a bit longer this time.

[Jing Yu: A friend mentioned that a Shandong Cuisine Restaurant located five kilometers away is good, it’s quite famous locally and offers private rooms. Meet in an hour?]

Shandong cuisine, huh—coming all the way to Weicheng, how could one not try the local flavors?

Tang Shu - the food enthusiast - was perfectly captivated by the allure of a good meal and replied affirmatively before heading to the doors of the resort hotel.

Change clothes, remove makeup, and take a shower.

An hour later, Tang Shu, wearing a long dress and disguised with a mask and sunglasses, reappeared at the hotel entrance. Jing Yu opened the passenger door of the business car, his eyes shining like stars as he quietly watched her.

"Where did you get the car?"

"Borrowed it temporarily from a friend."

Tang Shu nodded, it seems that "the friend" truly exists.

The five-kilometer journey wasn’t long, and the black business car drove unhindered along the coastal road. Through the car window, Tang Shu could still see the beautiful scenery outside, with seagulls soaring freely under the blue sky and sea, and the sea breeze carrying a faint salty scent.

"Don’t you need to go back to the company?"

Even when both of them were in the capital, it was impossible for them to meet during the day.

"It’s my vacation time now. If there’s any work that needs to be taken care of, the hotel’s WIFI is sufficient to support video conferences."

"Then how long are you planning to be on vacation?"

Tang Shu was even more curious—could a big boss truly have a vacation? She had never heard Sister Luo mention this before.

Jing Yu turned his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth clearly showing a smile, "I’m completely available to accompany you until the end of this film’s shoot."

"..."

Tang Shu’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat. She turned her head to look out the window and stopped interacting with him.

However, Jing Yu became even more audacious, "Xiao Shu, does today count as our first date?"

Tang Shu was choked up, "Do I need to give you a score after it’s over?"

The other party seriously pondered for a moment, "If possible, I do indeed need a score to gauge the loveliness of this date."

"..."

This time Tang Shu completely didn’t want to speak anymore.

She found that since last night, the way the two interacted had completely changed, as if they were rushing toward a direction completely unknown to her.

The Shandong Cuisine Restaurant experience was quite perfect. It was a rather hard-to-find private restaurant where they spent most of the time in the small alleys nearby, even longer than the time spent driving there.

As for why the word "perfect" is used... apart from the flavor being amazing, the portion sizes served by the restaurant were equally astonishing.

At a small wooden table of 2x1 meters, Tang Shu and Jing Yu were staring at each other with five dishes taking up the entire table.

"This spicy and sour shredded potato... is literally protruding."

Tang Shu swore that this dish definitely used up three potatoes, and they were the big kind.

Seeing the world, even the usually composed Jing Yu was momentarily speechless. If it weren’t for the alluring fragrance, he would have suspected that the restaurant relied on quantity for rave reviews.

The apron-clad owner laughed heartily, "Would you two like some staple food? Our dumplings taste particularly good!"

After glancing at the full table, Tang Shu felt there was no need for staple food, but considering the day’s filming hardships, Jing Yu accepted the offer.

"Then let’s have some dumplings. How about one jin for the two of us?"

One jin of dumplings for two people really wasn’t too much.

The owner shook his head and rejected the big boss’s suggestion, "One jin is a bit much, I suggest two of you get three liang, it’s definitely enough!"

Both of them: "..."

Three, three liang?

Before they could object, the owner took their silence as consent and shouted toward the kitchen.

"Three liang of dumplings with two types of filling, ready to be boiled, hey!"

If the guests don’t drink alcohol, then just serve the staple food.

Jing Yu and Tang Shu silently picked up their chopsticks and set upon the five incredible dishes before them.

"I think we can pack these up later. Many staff members from the crew will be working overtime tonight to review the day’s footage; they can have it for supper."

"I wholeheartedly agree."

Did they really think the two of them could tackle the five dishes in front of them on their own? That was virtually impossible.

Jing Yu asked the owner for a pair of serving chopsticks and a few small bowls, picked some from two main dishes, and scattered a bit from the remaining three into separate plates, while the rest went into takeaway containers.

Soon after, the owner reappeared in front of them, carrying freshly boiled dumplings.

"Wait, this is three liang?!"

Placed in front of them were two flat large plates, each dumpling quite plump with thin skin and generous filling, clearly revealing the contents – one plate of carrot and egg filling and another of chives with seafood filling, the orange and green looking very aesthetically pleasing.

But the main point is...

"These two plates of dumplings must weigh about two jin, right?"

Tang Shu vowed with her hands that had held countless herbs, perhaps two jin was even an understatement.

The owner was first taken aback, then cracked a grin, "You two are from out of town, right? The way we measure the weight of dumplings here might be a bit different from where you come from, the three liang I mentioned earlier is the weight of the dumpling wrappers."