Chapter 47: The Power Behind Him

For a moment, even the air seemed to freeze, and the only sounds in the room were the breathing of the two people inside. Under the steady gaze of eyes that seemed to see through everything, Lian Hanqi suddenly felt that if she asked him anything right now, he would confess it all without reservation.

But she didn't.

Yun Fu simply looked at him quietly for a while, then lowered her head and continued flipping through the script in her hands. It seemed as if she smiled, but with her head bowed, Lian Hanqi couldn't see clearly.

The few words sent over by Bai Yu on the flying pages were brief, but those lines once again fleshed out Qian Xuan, making her a truly vivid and poignant character. In fact, it was hard to call her an antagonist at all.

Lian Hanqi glanced at his watch—it was nearly eight o'clock. He looked again at the young woman beside him. She was still focused on her phone, her expression serious, her long hair cascading down to reveal a slender, fair neck.

His eyes deepened a little. He cleared his throat, and Yun Fu looked up at him.

“I’ll head back first. Don’t forget, you still owe me a meal.”

Even though she didn’t reply, Lian Hanqi could plainly read her unspoken thought in her eyes: When did I ever owe you a meal?

He reached out, gently adjusting her coat, and said, “Eat well, sleep well, and grow up healthy.”

Yun Fu looked up at him, her gaze deep and unwavering.

Just as Lian Hanqi turned to leave, her cool, clear voice sounded, “Tomorrow, I want taro ball sago.”

He smiled and answered softly, “Alright.”

Watching his retreating figure, Yun Fu’s eyes grew even more profound.

Returning to the sofa, she took out her laptop and, with a few quick keystrokes, reopened the page with its red background and black text. Her fingers paused for a moment before she typed in the name Lian Hanqi.

The information that came up was much the same as what she’d already learned from public sources. Yun Fu frowned.

This website belonged to the Hacker Alliance—a group capable of digging up nearly anything. If not one hundred percent, at least ninety percent of information could be uncovered here.

The Alliance’s network was vast and tangled, its influence reaching into every industry, becoming ever more formidable internationally. They operated outside the bounds of nations and laws, a most peculiar organization.

Yet now, faced with someone like Lian Hanqi, even they could not dig up anything more. Yun Fu’s fingers idly tapped the keyboard.

The stark black keyboard made her pale fingers seem nearly translucent. Her brows drew together as she considered there were only two possibilities for being unable to find information here—the person was just that ordinary, with nothing more than the surface to reveal, or their background was so complex and dangerous that even the Alliance dared not probe further or could find nothing despite their efforts.

Yun Fu did not believe that the head of the Lian family could possibly be as simple as he appeared.

She pondered for a while, then set her laptop aside and picked up her phone to play a game.

As soon as she logged in, the persistent player who always called her “Boss” and begged to be her apprentice showed up again.

“Boss, you’re here! Please carry me!”

Yun Fu found his skills decent and often teamed up with him, though she usually muted him for being so noisy.

The next morning, Qiao An arrived early with breakfast for Yun Fu. Seeing her sprawled lazily with messy hair and not a hint of nerves, Qiao An once again felt like an anxious eunuch waiting for the emperor to make a move.

“Xiao Fu, the media are coming to visit the set today, and you have scenes with both leads. We can’t overshadow them, but we absolutely can’t be outshone either. Just act as you normally do, don’t get nervous…”

Yun Fu swallowed the last bite of her bun, picked up her soy milk, and glanced indifferently at Qiao An, who was still chattering away.

Qiao An immediately fell silent, for Yun Fu’s eyes clearly said—Do I look like someone who gets nervous?

Indeed, how could Yun Fu ever be nervous?

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Right now, Ning Lan felt nothing but irritation. Ever since her falling out with Du Xingyuan, Starshine Entertainment had cut off all her resources. If not for Liu Jue, she would be finished by now.

That damned Du Xingyuan—he must have seen Yun Fu’s recent success and started regretting his decision!

She recalled how, that day, Du Xingyuan had asked if she was behind Yun Fu’s past troubles, his gaze sharp and threatening.

Now he wants to regret it? As if!

As for Yun Fu…

Ning Lan’s lips twisted into a cruel smile, her expression twisted into that of a demon crawling out of hell.

Just wait—if she could make Yun Fu lose once, she could make her lose a second time.

Many reporters had already arrived on set, all there to cover the filming of “Stunning Grace.”

As soon as they spotted Ning Lan, cameras whirred and turned in her direction.

The entertainment industry is a place of short memories. Scandals might not have faded, but as long as you remain popular, you’ll always be in the spotlight.

Ning Lan basked in the attention, when suddenly a figure strolled over at a leisurely pace.

The newcomer wore a simple gray tracksuit, the hood pulled up, her entire demeanor radiating nonchalance. Yet as she drew near, she drew all eyes in her direction.

The reporters, too, couldn’t help but shift their cameras toward her.

It was such an ordinary outfit, no makeup, a cup of soy milk in hand—yet she drew all the attention in the room.

“Alright, actors to your places, we’re about to start filming.”

The first scene was between Ning Lan and Fu Shiqian, the male and female leads, and naturally the focus of the media’s attention. Both were quite good-looking, and with the show’s excellent costumes and set design, they truly embodied their characters after makeup.

Their acting was impressive.

“Who would’ve thought? Ning Lan’s acting has improved a lot.”

“Fu Shiqian too—you can see it in his eyes. Director Bai really knows how to teach actors.”

If Bai Yu overheard, she would surely want to tell them—under Yun Fu’s almost monstrous level of acting, it’s hard for anyone not to improve.

“That’s why Director Bai has won so many awards.”

“With both leads acting well and the production design solid, if the supporting cast delivers and the script holds up, this show could be a hit.”

“The standout supporting role is Qian Xuan. I wonder how Yun Fu will do?”

“What do you expect? Her previous acting was plain for all to see—she could only stare blankly, though her look was at least passable.”

“No matter how good the styling, a blank stare is useless.”

“Let’s just hope the leads can pull in some ratings.”