He was still dreaming.
His cellphone suddenly rang.
Zhang Ye woke up and groped around in a daze. Only then did he find his cellphone in his pocket. He closed his eyes and yawned as he answered the call, "Hello, who is this?"
"Who are you talking about?" It was his mother's voice.
He said sleepily, "Mom, what's the matter?"
His mother said, "Why aren't you home yet? What time is it? "
Zhang Ye was stunned. His sleepiness lessened a little, "What time is it?"
"What do you think? It's already past 7 PM. Your dad and I are still waiting for you to eat dinner. We called you just now, but you didn't pick up. What happened? Why are you sleeping? Didn't you go to the Leader's birthday party? "His mother said angrily," Are you eating or not? "
He said, "I'm not eating. Don't wait for me."
"Alright, I got it. Go home early." His mother instructed.
He said, "Alright. By the way, my Talk Show is back on air. There should be some resources now."
His mother acknowledged, "I'll inform your sisters. They've been clamoring to watch it."
The moment he hung up, Zhang Ye looked around. Damn, the sky outside the window was really dark.
Where am I?
Where am I going?
Zhang Ye was in a daze and did not react. He felt like he had slept for a long time.
The moonlight was not very bright and he could not see anything around him. He only knew that he was lying on a bed. Hence, Zhang Ye quickly searched around and finally found a table lamp.
Bada.
The lamp was switched on, illuminating his surroundings.
The room was filled with the fragrance of flower petals.
Zhang Ye saw a gorgeous decor. It looked like a bedroom, but it was not the small layout of a normal building. This was because it was about 30 to 40 square meters. The bedroom was even bigger than the one he had rented at Jiaomen. There was a sofa, a desk, and a fluffy blanket on the floor. On the blanket was a coffee table and tea set. It was a luxurious decor that was a combination of Chinese and Western. It was mainly Chinese in style. Even the table lamp looked like a small Kongming lantern. It was even hollowed out with ink paintings. The entire room, from top to bottom, from inside to out, was very particular.
It looked familiar! This was Wu Zeqing's house?
Zhang Ye smacked his forehead and finally recalled. In the afternoon, Wu Zeqing had driven him home. However, he was muddle-headed and did not clearly state his home address, so the car drove back to President Wu and Taoran Pavilion's villa. Then, Zhang Ye climbed upstairs and lay down to sleep. He had slept until now.
What a mess this was!
That Old Feng kept forcing me to drink!
Zhang Ye hurriedly got out of bed. His shoes were gone. All that was left was a pair of neatly placed women's cotton slippers. They were brand new. Ah, wear it. Zhang Ye put on his slippers and carefully pushed open the door. There was no one in the corridor on the second floor, but he could hear some commotion downstairs. However, he could not hear it clearly.
Downstairs.
The aroma of stir-frying food drifted over.
There was an open kitchen here, surrounded by a bar counter. Only Wu Zeqing was busy cooking by herself. She had already taken off the clothes she wore to the banquet in the afternoon. She was now wearing a normal set of sports pants and a sports attire with an apron. She was also wearing the same pair of slippers as Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye said awkwardly, "President Wu."
The range hood was quite loud, so he didn't hear it.
Zhang Ye could only shout out again, "President Wu!"
Wu Zeqing, who was cooking, turned around and said with a smile, "You're awake?" Then she raised her hand and switched off the range hood, "How was your sleep?"
Zhang Ye smiled, "Sorry for the trouble. I drank too much and lost my sense of direction. How did I end up staying at your house? It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate at all."
"You're welcome." Wu Zeqing turned around and continued cooking, "Sit down and wait. Lunch will be ready soon. Prepare to eat. If you hadn't woken up, I would have gone to wake you up."
Zhang Ye pretended to be polite as he rubbed his hands, "Aren't you embarrassed?"
She smiled, "Don't stand on ceremony. Hur Hur, sit by yourself."
Zhang Ye said, "Alright, I'm really hungry. I didn't eat much in the afternoon. I was forced to drink by Teacher Feng." He rubbed his stomach.
A few minutes later.
The last dish was ready.
Zhang Ye quickly went to help, "Let me carry it."
Wu Zeqing gently pushed his hand away, "There's no need for you. Just wait to eat." She carried the dish to the dining table and undid her apron, "There's still a bowl of soup. That's all." She glanced back, "It needs to be stewed a little more. Let's eat first. We can drink it after we're done." In the north, people usually drank soup after a meal, not before.
Three dishes and one soup.
Zhang Ye praised, "It's too sumptuous. There are too many dishes."
Wu Zeqing sat down, "If you can't finish it, put it in the fridge. I'll continue eating tomorrow."
Zhang Ye said in surprise, "You're still eating leftovers?"
"What's wrong with leftovers?" Wu Zeqing said elegantly, "I don't want to waste it if I can't finish it."
Zhang Ye smiled, "It definitely won't be wasted. If I can't finish it, I'll take it away." Saying that, he did not pretend anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and ate a mouthful of eggplant. After chewing and swallowing, Zhang Ye immediately chuckled, "Don't worry, there definitely won't be any leftovers. I'll definitely finish it all!"
Wu Zeqing asked, "Are you alright?"
"That's great!" He exclaimed, "Your culinary skills are that good?"
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I've been living alone for so many years, so my culinary skills are naturally honed. However, I can't compare to a professional."
"No, it's definitely comparable!" Zhang Ye began eating.
Wu Zeqing did not wolf down her food like he did. She ate more gently.
It was not flattery, but Wu Zeqing's culinary skills were really too good. Zhang Ye's mother's culinary skills were still passable, but there were two specific dishes that were extremely good. The landlady's culinary skills were the most authentic that Zhang Ye had ever eaten. The landlady was an expert in any dish, but Rao Aimin's dishes did not pay much attention to the appearance and only focused on the taste. As for Wu Zeqing's dishes, they were the most outstanding in terms of appearance, followed by taste. This was also in line with her identity as an artist. In comparison, Zhang Ye preferred Wu Zeqing's culinary skills. This was because Old Wu did not even let him touch her plate. As for eating the landlady's dishes? He would be ordered around by Rao Aimin like a grandson. How could he have such a leisurely time?
"The shoes are a little small, right?"
"Ah, it's alright."
"I've placed your leather shoes in the shoe cabinet. I don't usually have people coming to my house, so I didn't prepare any men's shoes. I brought you a pair of mine. They're new and unopened."
"Aiyah, you could have just left my shoes there. How could I let you..."
"I don't have that many rules here. Come, try this dish."
"Oh, thank you."
Suddenly, Zhang Ye looked up and saw a piece of calligraphy. It was his "Ode of Mulan". It had already been framed and was hanging in the living room. "Eh, you've already hung it up?"
Wu Zeqing turned around, "Yes, I happen to have another piece of calligraphy at my house. It's about the same size as' Ode of Mulan '. I was thinking of changing it, so I removed that piece of calligraphy and replaced it with this one. I really want to thank you for this meal. I really like this poem. Let's wait until tonight. I'll move it to the bedroom and find a place to hang it up. If it looks good, I'll leave it in the bedroom."
Zhang Ye was quite happy, "As long as you like it. There's really no need to thank me. I don't have much else to offer, but that's all I've got."
Wu Zeqing smiled, "How is that all you've got? What you have in you is not something that the average person can compare to. Ignoring everything else, just based on your calligraphy skills, you would have no problem being a calligraphy teacher. I've been writing calligraphy for so many years, but I dare not say that I'm better than you in running-standard calligraphy. "
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Don't mind me. I've seen your calligraphy before. Your skills are much better than mine. I just used a trick to write in running-standard calligraphy that's a little special."
The dishes were finished.
Zhang Ye had really finished off all of them.
Wu Zeqing looked quite satisfied, "Is it still edible?"
"Yes, I'll eat as much as I can." Zhang Ye said, "It's too fragrant."
"There's also soup. I'll scoop a bowl for you." Wu Zeqing walked over to the kitchen with gentle steps to taste the soup. She nodded and turned off the stove to scoop the soup.
Zhang Ye gulped down the entire bowl of soup, "Phew, I'm really full this time!"
Wu Zeqing blew at it and sipped the soup. She casually asked, "What do you plan to do after the new year? Continue being a host? Go into the entertainment industry? Have you never thought of doing anything else? "
Zhang Ye wiped his mouth and said, "Actually, there's nothing that I can't tell you. My goal is not the entertainment industry, so don't laugh at me if I say it out loud. My dream is to be the most famous celebrity in this world. The path that I've taken is not the traditional path of the entertainment industry. Others write books after they become famous, but I'm hoping to write books to become famous. It's the opposite of others. But with my conditions and looks, I won't be able to go far if I take the conventional path. I can only look for opportunities elsewhere. If writing poems can bring me fame, then I'll write more. If lecturing at Peking University can bring me more attention and exposure, then I'll do my best to lecture. Of course, for the sake of the children, I'll definitely do my best to lecture well. I won't be fooling around. It's just that I have a bit of selfishness in it. So now, I've gotten over it. I'm no longer limited to the entertainment industry. Being a celebrity depends on popularity. As long as I have popularity, I can do anything. Writing books? Writing? Writing songs? I'll do it all. Anyway, I'll just work hard towards the international stage. "
Wu Zeqing did not say a word and just listened.
Zhang Ye gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Hai, I haven't even said these words to my parents. I know that this goal of mine is not very realistic...."
Wu Zeqing retorted with a question, "Why is it not realistic?"
Zhang Ye was stunned, "You think it's feasible?"
Wu Zeqing looked at him, "I think that this idea of yours is very good. How many of our domestic celebrities who take the conventional path of the entertainment industry have managed to step onto the international stage? There are very few of them. And among these very few, even if they manage to step onto the international stage, they will only be supporting characters. They will never be able to be compared to those European or American celebrities. This is because of the cultural and social landscape and many other factors. If you were to follow the path of the other domestic celebrities, you would at most reach the same heights as them. To think of the international A-list? Or even the international S-list celebrity? It will never be possible. If you choose another path, others might look down on your unconventional path, but you will be closer to the international A-list stage than any of them. Who said that only those who sing, dance, and act in movies can become celebrities? Who said that those with average looks can't step onto the international stage? Don't care what others say, don't care what the outside world says about you. As long as you think it's right, then it's fine. "
Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat, "Do you really think so?"
"Not only do I think so, I also feel that...." Wu Zeqing paused, "You can do it."
Zhang Ye said solemnly, "Thank you, President Wu. You are the first person to say this to me. I have confidence again now, and I also feel that.... I can give it a try!"
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "Other celebrities walk on one leg, either singing or acting, but you walk on ten legs. You can write novels, write calligraphy, compose lyrics, compose music, and are proficient in history and literature, good at modern literature. You have excellent speaking skills, excellent hosting skills, and your advertising planning skills are also outstanding in the industry. I just happened to watch a wuxia movie a while back and you even acted in it before. You can even act in martial arts scenes, so I would like to ask you, do you think you have a more stable path, or those other celebrities have a more stable path? So what if it's a hodgepodge? "
Zhang Ye slapped the table and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat!"
"What you said is right." Wu Zeqing evaluated, "Although your popularity is not as fast as those who sing or act, your foundation is much more stable than theirs. In the future, your path will be wider than theirs and the stage will be bigger. Whatever they can do, you can also do it. But whatever you can do, they can't do it. So don't lose confidence just because you are different from others. Those who create history will never be those who follow the crowd!"
She was absolutely right!
Look at what Old Wu said, she had such a high standard!
He had already decided on this path and knew that it would not be easy, so why should he care about it!? What was the use of hesitating about this? He would just close his eyes and walk on until the night fell! Who says that I have to sing and dance to step onto the international stage? I don't fucking believe it! I will sing, dance, act in movies, write books, scold people, compose poems, and teach! I will do anything that I can! I will use this popularity to push me onto the international stage!
Bite me then!
This bro can't be multi-talented!!
Ever since he came to Peking University, Wu Zeqing had never doubted him at all. She had always supported him and trusted him very much. This was something that Zhang Ye had never felt before. His fantastical dreams and whatnot, no matter who he told, the other party would definitely think that he was bragging and had high standards, but Wu Zeqing was not like that. This woman was really too special!
She held a high position.
She was beautiful.
She had a great figure.
Virtuous and considerate.
In her thirties … Hai, actually, she wasn't that old.
Uh, other than the fact that she liked to take nude photos, she was simply the most virtuous wife and loving mother among virtuous wives and loving mothers!
This was the first time that Zhang Ye had a daring idea. He impulsively thought, "If only I could marry Wu Zeqing, how great would that be!"
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