Lu Zhi Wei didnât know what Sang Wan Ci was going to do.
Sang Wan Ci only comforted her, asking Lu Zhi Wei to relax and let her handle everything.
Lu Zhi Wei suddenly felt that somehow, her girlfriendâs image had become even biggerâ¦â¦
Sang Wan Ci kissed her forehead and said in a reassuring tone: âIâm going to make a call. With me around, you donât have to think about anything, donât be scared, got it?â
Lu Zhi Wei slowly nodded her head.
The sudden withdrawal of funding had long since messed up her thoughts.
It was the first time she had encountered something like this, it was normal to be lost without any experience.
Luckily there was Sang Wan Ciâ¦â¦
Amidst the chaos, she had forgotten. Her girlfriend was her support.
Although she wasnât clear what exactly Sang Wan Ci was planning to do, but hearing Sang Wan Ci ask her not to panic or be scared and to trust her, Lu Zhi Weiâs heart couldnât help but settle down.
Sang Wan Ci headed into the bedroom with her phone.
Lu Zhi Weiâs gaze followed Sang Wan Ciâs footsteps.
Even though she couldnât see Sang Wan Ci, she still gazed at the bedroom door.
ãLao Wuâ¦â¦ã
The man with his head buried in the numbers and program suddenly heard a call.
He came back to his senses and opened another screen, glancing at the person who was sitting blankly.
ãWhat is it?ã
ãYou heard what mission the system just gave me, rightâ¦â¦ã
ãOh that, I heard it, you were picked on by that supporting lead right?ã
ãMmâ¦â¦ I guess so.ã
ãYou wouldnât still be wanting to âcounselâ her right?ã
ãI donât knowâ¦â¦ã
Lu Zhi Wei would do that for all the people who were determined to be evil supporting roles.
People who werenât evil at heart, like Ying Xi Ze, would regain his consciousness after being âcounselledâ, returning to the right path and not blackening or wanting to harm the female lead Sang Wan Ci.
If they were actually showing their true nature, like the narcissistic original male protagonist Qiu Luo, then forget about âcounsellingâ him, even an electric shock would be useless.
Itâs easy to shift a mountain, but hard to change someoneâs nature. This old saying was true.
So Lu Zhi Wei did indeed have thoughts about trying to âcounselâ Zhou Ling Ling in the past.
But Zhou Ling Ling was proud and arrogant, not willing to meet her. The only thing they had in common was the delayed ãSymphony of Dreamsã.
Because of that, she didnât have a chance to talk to Zhou Ling Ling and figure out her real nature.
ãWeâll see,ã she sighed. ãWe need to settle this first, to avoid implicating Director Liu and the rest.ã
No matter what, Zhou Ling Lingâs trick had already harmed the innocents, she had to figure out how to solve this matter first before thinking of anything else.
She looked at the bedroom door again.
ãSpeaking of which, if Wan Ci helps me to solve thisâ¦â¦ does the mission still count?ã
ãCounts,ã Lao Wu said. ãNo matter what method you use to resolve it, what matters is that itâs resolved.ã
Lu Zhi Wei sighed: ãWowâ¦â¦ Doesnât that mean Iâm just riding on someone elseâs coattails?ã
Lao Wu laughed: ãIf you can make someone willing to let you ride on their coattails, thatâs also your ability.ã
Because she was good, because she was worth it, thatâs why Sang Wan Ci was willing to help.
Not everybody was a selfless philanthropist.
Lu Zhi Wei lay on the sofa, turning her head to the side as she looked in the direction of the bedroom.
How niceâ¦â¦
Being able to meet her, to like her, to be liked by her. How nice.
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Sang Wan Ci stood by the window, silent.
Her phoneâs screen hadnât lit up once.
She was still considering it.
Regarding funding, she should actually leave it to her father.
After all, he was someone who had spent so many years in the business world. He had the most right to decide how the groupâs money should be invested and how to handle it.
But the two of them were arguingâ¦â¦
Thinking about it, she finally unlocked the screen.
ââ And called Meng Lian Yu.
âAunty, thereâs something that Iâd like to ask for your help on.â
Meng Lian Yu held her phone as she sat by the window, one hand swirling a wine glass as she calmly listened to Sang Wan Ci explain.
This was the first time their familyâs little kid had asked them for help because of an outsider.
But actually, she knew about all of these.
As a crew member, she got her information much faster than others.
Because Liu Zhao had personally come to tell her of the delay.
Sang Wan Ci slowly stopped talking.
She felt like her aunt on the other end of the phone was too quiet, as if she had long known about it.
âAunty,â she asked. âDid you already know about this?â
âMm.â Meng Lian Yu was honest.
Sang Wan Ci: âYou also know what help I wanted you to provide?â
Meng Lian Yu: âYes.â
Sang Wan Ci: âWhat do you think I should do?â
Meng Lian Yu said: âAs for this, I just thought about it.â
Sang Wan Ci: âWhat?â
âGo see your dad,â Meng Lian Yu said. âYou know this, heâs the most suitable person when it comes to this kind of stuff.â
The two of them hadnât met in around two years.
The father was busy with his business while the daughter was busy with her career, they hadnât interfered with each othersâ lives.
But this wasnât a long-term solution. The conflict between a father and his daughter had to be solved, or it could be worsened at any moment.
Nobody wanted to live their entire life with a thorn sticking in them.
As part of the family, Meng Lian Yu couldnât bear to watch the once-close father and daughter become enemies.
Her deceased sister-in-law definitely wouldnât want to see that either.
So if she could help to remove this thorn, why not?
Besides, her brotherâs attitude had softened considerably from before, at least he wouldnât be unwilling to listen.
But whether or not he could totally give up the dream of his daughter becoming a pianist and accept her wishes of being an actressâ¦â¦ This was something the father and daughter had to sit down and discuss.
âGo see him, Wan Wan.â
Meng Lian Yu looked at the red wine in her glass.
âYou both should sit down and discuss it. The conflict has to be solved eventually, you canât live with a thorn in your side. Your mother definitely wouldnât want to see you two like this either.â
Sang Wan Ci didnât reply.
Meng Lian Yu said: âHeâs not unredeemable.â
Would an unredeemable man worry about whether his daughter was eating enough or wearing warm enough clothes?
Would an unredeemable man secretly send money to his daughterâs manager and make her promise a basic standard of living for his daughter?
He was just living in conflict and stubbornness, unable to open the lock at the moment.
Sang Wan Ci lowered her eyes: âAunty, I canât watch Zhi Wei suffer and do nothing.â
âI know.â
Meng Lian Yu put her glass down and got up: âYou want to solve her problems, Aunty wants to solve your problems. Nobody will be left behind.
âWan Wan, isnât the point of you working so hard outside for so long because you want to tell your father your decision isnât wrong?
âNow is a good opportunity. Go, go see him, Aunty will accompany you.â
Sang Wan Ci fell silent.
After a moment, she slowly replied: âAlright.â
â¦
Lu Zhi Wei sat on the sofa, arms wrapped around herself.
She was waiting for Sang Wan Ci to come out.
Finally, she saw Sang Wan Ci come out of the room dressed up and prepared to go out.
Lu Zhi Wei: â?â
She grabbed the seat of the sofa and asked: âWhere are you going?â
Sang Wan Ci wrapped the scarf Lu Zhi Wei had given her around her neck, walking over and leaning down to kiss her.
âIâm going to see Aunty, wait for me to come back.â
Lu Zhi Wei tilted her head up to look at Sang Wan Ci, her eyes shining.
Sang Wan Ciâs lips landed on hers again, bringing with it an undeniable liking: âDonât worry, let me handle it.â
Lu Zhi Wei nodded lightly, her eyes filled with trust.
She had always believed Sang Wan Ci, believed in Sang Wan Ciâs love for her.
âThen be careful on the road.â
Sang Wan Ci nodded.
She turned to leave.
Lu Zhi Wei suddenly grabbed her hand.
âWan Ci, itâs okay whether you can solve it or not. Donât pressure yourself too much.
âCome back early, Iâm waiting for you.â
She didnât know if Sang Wan Ci was actually going to meet her aunt or meet her father.
If it was the latter, and Sang Wan Ci argued with her father again over this, then Lu Zhi Wei would rather be silently beaten by Zhou Ling Ling.
Anyway, she was a transparent entity in the past, she was used to suffering, it wasnât a big deal to do it again.
Sang Wan Ci could clearly tell from Lu Zhi Weiâs eyes what she was thinking
And she knew she didnât fall for the wrong person.
Her Zhi Wei deserved the best of everything.
âDonât worry, I know the limits.â
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Meng household.
Meng Lang Cheng stood by the window in his study, watching the snow.
When Sang Wan Ci was small, as long as he stood here, he could see his wife and daughter happily playing with the snow in the backyard.
His daughter would always happily shout for him to come down quickly to help her build a snowman.
But now, his wife was no longer around and his daughter had left the houseâ¦â¦
Meng Lang Chengâs eyes were deep as he looked at the sky.
A tablet was on the table beside him, the screen still showing the friendship variety show Sang Wan Ci had joined.
His eyes jumped over it.
The old memories in his brain came like waves, appearing clearly in front of his eyes.
When she was little, Sang Wan Ci loved to sit by her motherâs side and play the piano.
She even said that she liked the piano the most.
But nowâ¦â¦
Sang Wan Ciâs voice came from the tablet, speaking slowly.
âI actually really like the pianoâ¦â¦ At least, I really liked it in the past.
âI just donât like it as much now.â
Meng Lang Cheng sighed.
Didnât like it as much?
He thought his daughter still liked the piano, really liked itâ¦â¦
His fingers curled into a fist, then loosened, the bones of his fingers working.
He sank into thought again.
Then, his phone rang.
His meimei was on the other end, saying ââ
âYour daughter is coming back to see you.â
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In the study.
Meng Lian Yu held onto the red tea that the housekeeper had brewed, sitting down and slowly sipping it calmly.
Meng Lang Cheng sat behind the desk, his fingers raised to support his forehead as he looked at the daughter in front of him.
His gaze unconsciously appraised her.
She looked healthy, just a little skinnier than when she had left homeâ¦â¦
It was winter, she had worn plenty of clothes too, with a scarf and glovesâ¦â¦
But the tip of her nose had become a little red from the cold.
Meng Lang Chengâs gaze slid downwards.
There was a cup of warm red tea in front of Sang Wan Ci, drinking it could dispel the coldness in the body.
If it was in the past, he could easily tell her to drink up.
But after their fight, he couldnât say anything, it all stuck in his throat.
Sang Wan Ci was looking at him too.
Her dad still seemed to be the same, with no changes to his appearance aside from a few more white hairs along his temples.
His body didnât change either, neither gaining weight or losing it. He still looked like the same elegant, handsome man with a dignified appearance.
Neither of them spoke.
The air was heavy.
Meng Lian Yu was the first one to break the silence.
âWan Wan, drink the tea and warm yourself.â
Sang Wan Ci obeyed.
Then Meng Lian Yu continued: âItâs the new year, you two better not fight.â
She slowly sipped another mouthful of tea: âOr else I wonât know who to encourage.â
ââ My position is so awkward, please empathise with me, thanks.
Sang Wan Ci: ââ¦â¦â
Meng Lang Cheng: ââ¦â¦â
It was like she was there to add to the atmosphere.
Meng Lian Yu hadnât planned to speak much at all.
The conflict between the father and daughter should be solved by them.
She was only responsible to mediate if she felt the situation was turning bad.
Meng Lang Cheng watched as Sang Wan Ci drank the tea, and was about to speak when Sang Wan Ci put the cup down and beat him to it: âI would like to ask you to invest in my friendâs television show.â
Meng Lang Cheng: â?â
There wasnât even any pleasantries before jumping straight to the main topic.
Forget it, pleasantries now would be even more awkward.
It would be better to get straight to the point.
Meng Lang Cheng put his hand down, adjusting his posture as he asked: âYou came back to get funding?â
Sang Wan Ci didnât deny it.
âThe production was going to start soon, but the investor pulled his funding and the progress is severely impacted.
âMy friend, as the female lead, has been targetted and now faces the risk of being changed.
âI want to help her.â
Meng Lang Chengâs face didnât change: âWhy should I give funding to a stranger?â
He didnât know which friend this was.
Or why this friend would face the risk of being changed.
Sang Wan Ci said calmly: âAunty is also participating in this show.â
Meng Lian Yu raised an eyebrow.
Not bad, she even knew to use Meng Lian Yu now.
Meng Lang Cheng: âSo?â
âAunty wonât let you lose money,â Sang Wan Ciâs eyes burned. âI will also participate and promise this showâs popularity.â
Meng Lang Cheng suddenly saw his young self in her.
At that time, he had been forced by his father to mature quickly, to become strong. He had also once sat in front of his father like this and negotiated terms with his father.
But he had been used to being forced, and he felt the same way as his father: A person could be pushed to their greatest potential through force.
His father wanted him to do even better, to be the best.
He wanted his daughter to do even better, to be the best, to become a world-famous pianist like his wife.
But this clearly was not what his daughter wanted.
Was she really more suited to being an actress?
Was she really not suited to being a pianist at all? Did she not want it at all?
His emotions were complicated.
His conscience was advising him not to interfere with the childâs matters.
But the stubbornness hidden in his heart wanted his child to pursue a lifelong dream of music like his wife did.
At the end, he decided to leave the decision up to God.
âI can fund the show, but you have to agree to my terms.â
His domineering bearing was suppressed.
âSince you insist on being an actress, then you have to win three film empress awards in two years.â
âIf you canât do it, I donât want the money, but you have to continue being a pianist and accomplish your motherâs dream.â
Sang Wan Ci paused.
Even Meng Lian Yuâs actions came to a stop.
There were four film festivals in two years.
It already was difficult to even be nominated, what more to consistently win the award?
Besides, there werenât that many good scripts out there. All the stars had to be aligned for it to happen.
Although she had managed to accomplish it when she entered the industry, but this doesnât mean one could use this standard and demand it of a junior.
âGe âââ
Meng Lang Cheng raised a hand to interrupt her, his eyes still staying on his daughter: âThis is your auntyâs starting point. If you can do it, from then on, I will no longer interfere in you doing what you want, and you can use the familyâs money however you want.â
Since he was so conflicted, why not leave it to fate.
If his daughter really managed to do it, that meant that God and his wife in heaven also felt that his daughter should pursue this career, and he shouldnât stop it.
Meng Lian Yu: ââ¦â¦â
Not only was she there to add to the atmosphere, but she had to be the voice of reason.
The light in Sang Wan Ciâs eyes flickered.
Three in two years?
That really did need a lot of luck.
But it wasnât impossible. After all, her aunt had done it.
So she wanted to try. She was willing to bet and leave her fate up to luck.
Besides, even if she didnât agree now, wouldnât her father still insist on her being a pianist now?
And she wasnât willing to watch as Lu Zhi Wei suffered.
If she couldnât do itâ¦â¦ No, she definitely could do it.
Because she had good luck that normal people didnât have.
âOkay, I agree,â Sang Wan Ciâs face was calm. âBut I want to add another term.â
Meng Lang Chengâs attitude was suddenly calm: âGo ahead, Iâll agree to anything.â
Sang Wan Ci looked at the teacup in front of her, then slowly lifted her head: âI want youâ¦â¦
âTo acquire Sheng Yue Culture.â
Meng Lian Yu quietly took a sip of her tea.
How had things progressed to this stage?
Werenât they supposed to resolve their issues and talk properly, why did Sheng Yue get dragged into this?
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After waiting for a few hours, Lu Zhi Wei finally managed to wait for Sang Wan Ci to return home.
After entering the house, Sang Wan Ci slowly took her scarf off.
Lu Zhi Wei rushed up to see if she was okay.
Not only was Sang Wan Ci fine, her eyes were sparkling with amusement.
âZhi Wei, how many assistants do you want
âWhat show do you want to film next?â
Lu Zhi Wei was confused.
She only felt like there was a vague feeling of âif you want this world, this emperor can win it all for youâ.
âWhat happened?â
âNothing,â Sang Wan Ci brushed aside her hair as she said gently, âIâm just changing a boss for you, thatâs all.â
Lu Zhi Wei was shocked: â?â
Why is even my boss changing after you went to see your aunt?
â¦
Liu Zhao really didnât think that he would be sitting there pulling out his hair over funding during the new year.
He was planning to announce the show and start filming after the new year, but nowâ¦â¦
Zhou Ling Ling really didnât have any good intentions!
Those investors were dumb too!
And in his misery, Zhang Xian Rui suddenly called him.
Then, he heard something that he would never have dreamed of hearing in this life ââ
Sang Wan Ci was willing to enter the crew with funding and replace Zhou Ling Ling as the piano-playing second female lead.
He was dumbfounded.
Dumbfounded to the point he wanted to slap himself to see if he was dreaming.
âDirector Liu,â Zhang Xian Rui voice was politely amused, âDonât worry about the matter of funding, this investor is powerful and absolutely trustworthy, he wonât do anything like backstabbing someone.â
Liu Zhao asked dumbly: âWho is it?â
Zhang Xian Rui didnât hide it: âXing Yi Group, Meng Lang Cheng.â
Liu Zhao: ââ¦â¦â
Meng Lang Cheng?
He wouldnât wake up with one slap, he needed two slaps.
âManager Zhang, donât joke around with me, how can Meng Lang Cheng suddenly give me funding?â
That was the famous giant in business, he wasnât familiar with Meng Lang Cheng either.
Compared to Meng Lang Cheng, Zhou Ling Lingâs investor was nothing.
Who could imagine that a small one had left, and a gigantic explosion would come after?
Zhang Xian Rui wasnât rushed: âNo worries, when Director Mengâs people go over tomorrow to sign the contract with Director Liu, Director Liu will know if itâs real or fake.
âButâ¦â¦ Director Liu, think about it, can my Wan Ciâs position be raised?
âThey can both be female leads, right?â
She was still Sang Wan Ciâs manager in the end, everything was about Sang Wan Ciâs interests.
No matter what show it was, as long as she could be the female lead, which manager would be willing to let her actress be the supporting lead?
âYes!â
Liu Zhao immediately got agitated.
âDonât worry, Manager Zhang, as long as Teacher Sang is willing to act, Iâll immediately change the show to a double female lead one!â
If Sang Wan Ci was willing to play the role of the piano-playing second female lead, who cared about Zhou Ling Ling?
Wasnât it just a double female lead?
He will take out his backup script immediately!
Hearing that, Zhang Xian Rui smiled in satisfaction: âOkay, thank you Director Liu for taking care of us.
âOur Wan Ci coincidentally has a schedule, weâll go sign the contract with you tomorrow.â
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Work resumed on the seventh day of the new year.
Lu Zhi Wei had something to do, so she went back to the company with Wen Yao.
The saying that one canât avoid oneâs enemies is true. She bumped into Zhou Ling Ling.
Zhou Ling Ling also started mocking her.
âWhy are you still here,â Zhou Ling Ling smiled. âShouldnât you be finding a place to cry?â
Wen Yao was about to stand up for Lu Zhi Wei.
Lu Zhi Wei reached out a hand to pull her back, then turned to smile at Zhou Ling Ling: âHow unlucky would it be to cry over the new year, itâs best to smile more.â
Zhou Ling Ling raised her eyebrow and lifted her chin: âYou can still smile? Youâll be changed out soon.â
She believed Liu Zhao would definitely crumble under the pressure.
At that time, the female lead role would be hers.
She had even found the body double to play the violin for her.
As for Lu Zhi Weiâ¦â¦ She was an unimportant character, she could go wherever she liked.
Seeing her like this, Lu Zhi Wei couldnât figure out if she really meant it.
âZhou Ling Ling.â
Zhou Ling Ling looked towards her.
Lu Zhi Wei asked: âDo you really like playing tricks like this on others, ruining their hard work?
âIs it as long as you like it, as long as youâre satisfied, youâre able to ignore how others turn out and do what you want?
âIsnât there a shred of unease in your heart?
âDid you never think that one day, you might be in my position and be bullied?â
She looked at Zhou Ling Ling, trying to see the tiniest shred of hesitation on her face.
But there wasnât any. Zhou Ling Ling wasnât moved, looking at her as if she was seeing a small, laughable ant.
âYes,â Zhou Ling Ling said. âAs long as Iâm happy, I can do what I want. Be in your position? Wake up, Iâm not the same as someone like you, a supporting role with nothing.â
She had resources, she had the right to look down on others.
What was Lu Zhi Wei? She wouldnât even consider her existence.
Whose fault was it Lu Zhi Wei was inferior to her?
ãUnsaveable.ã Lao Wu commented calmly.
Lu Zhi Wei agreed.
Hearing it, Wen Yao only thought that Zhou Ling Ling was really unreedemable.
Zhou Ling Ling couldnât be bothered by what sort of expression these passersby had.
She puffed out her chest, proud like a peacock.
âHmph, this female lead is going back to wait for Director Liuâs call.â
As the words came out, her manager received Liu Zhaoâs call.
Zhou Ling Ling felt like even God wanted to humiliate Lu Zhi Wei, so she purposely picked up the call and even put it on speakerphone.
Liu Zhaoâs voice floated in the hallway.
âZhou Ling Ling, thank you.â
Zhou Ling Ling immediately looked at Lu Zhi Wei with a haughty glance: âWhatâs there to thank? Director Liu.â
Say it.
Say that youâre going to change out Lu Zhi Wei!
Let Lu Zhi Wei know the outcome of stepping over me!
Liu Zhao: âThank you for sacrificing yourself for the bigger picture.
âDidnât you say you wanted to cancel your contract? When? Letâs not delay it, how about today?â
Zhou Ling Lingâs expression immediately changed from smugness to confusion: â?â
Zhou Ling Lingâs manager: â?â
Wen Yao was shocked too, what was happening?!
Only Lu Zhi Wei was calm and watching it as if it was a show.
Then, Liu Zhao continued: âOh right, we just announced it on Weibo, you can remember to like it after you see it.
âI still have stuff to do, bye.â
The call ended.
Zhou Ling Ling couldnât believe it.
Announcement?
Without her, without funding, what could they announce!
Her manager quickly opened the official Weibo page for ãSymphony of Dreamsã.
Only to see the latest post talk about the two female leads.
[@Television drama Symphony of Dreams]: On the path of chasing our musical dreams, walking alongside a friend, I wonât be lonely with you around. Let us all look forward to the stories about music brought to us by the two female leads @Lu Zhi Wei @Sang Wan Ci [support] [support]
Zhou Ling Ling: â?â
When did Sang Wan Ci sign the contract?
âWhatâs going on?â Zhou Ling Ling was utterly confused. âWhere did they get the funding from!â
Her manager quickly called to ask about it, telling Zhou Ling Ling as he heard it on the phone: âThey said Sang Wan Ci brought the funding with her to the crew.â
Zhou Ling Ling: â?â
After the manager heard the name, he was stunned: âItâsâ¦â¦â
Zhou Ling Ling was anxious: âWho is it?!â
She wanted to see who the idiot was to give Liu Zhao funding!
The manager was stunned, his eyes like reflective copper: âItâs Director Meng from Xing Yi Group, Meng Lang Chengâ¦â¦â
Zhou Ling Ling: â?â
ââ Please excuse me.
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