Who is Helping Me Win by Lying Down [Transmigration] - Chapter 21:

Chapter 21:

Yan Jingchuan?

Chen Shu was taken aback.

In the original text, Yan Jingchuan was explicitly written as permanently hospitalized. Even when he briefly woke up later due to physical weakness, he only issued commands from his hospital bed, never leaving the ward. How could he be awake now and appear at Huayuan Media?

Could his presence have inadvertently altered this book’s plot?

Zhang Shi was still scratching his head: Well, about our Director Yan… when you meet him later, he might seem unapproachable on the surface, but actually…

Actually, he’s equally cold-hearted inside…

But for the boss’s romantic prospects…

Zhang Shi felt immensely ashamed yet forced himself to thicken his skin: But actually Director Yan has an excellent personality!

Chen Shu said: I’m here for recording today, I probably won’t meet Director Yan.

Huayuan Media was indeed wealthy and powerful. On the day they signed the contract, they had already prepared two singles for him to boost his popularity. Album production was also in preparation, with progress expected in about half a month.

His task during these two weeks was to record these two singles well. Today’s appointment at the company was just for trial recording.

Yan Jingchuan was the chairman of Yan Corporation. When inspecting subsidiaries, he probably wouldn’t pay attention to a recording studio.

… Zhang Shi gave a dry laugh, Not necessarily. Besides recording, you have a small meeting today to discuss your single release. Director Yan is interested in these matters and might attend as an observer.

Chen Shu raised an eyebrow.

Yan Jingchuan interested in these things?

The book’s description of this protagonist’s unattainable love used extremely flattering terms—aside from being cold and unfeeling, he was like a perfect embodiment, yet never mentioned his hobbies.

For such a person to be interested in song production was quite a unique preference.

But he and Yan Jingchuan were complete strangers and wouldn’t belong to the same world.

After Zhang Shi finished speaking, Chen Shu didn’t pay much attention.

Seeing he wasn’t suspicious, Zhang Shi secretly sighed in relief.

When Director Yan woke up this afternoon and wanted to be discharged from the hospital, he initially thought it was for home recovery.

The news that Director Yan could remain conscious was no longer secret. Rather than staying hospitalized, home was indeed more convenient.

He never expected…

The reason Director Yan wanted discharge was actually to arrange a meeting with Chen Shu.

And without Chen Shu’s knowledge.

Director Yan actually didn’t want to be direct, preferring natural development and growing affection over time.

Zhang Shi was still marveling.

Ding! The elevator arrived.

Not that way! Having been here several times, Chen Shu was about to head over when Zhang Shi quickly stopped him. We’re having the meeting first today, then recording.

After speaking, he led the way in the opposite direction, arriving with Chen Shu at a conference room on the same floor.

Director Yan is inside.

Before opening the door, Zhang Shi smiled while saying something insincere: Don’t worry, Director Yan is actually very easy to get along with.

As he finished…

He pushed the door open.

A thick, deathly silence from the conference room rushed towards me.

Seeing the scene inside, Zhang Shi’s cheek twitched.

Chen Shu’s new manager, the song production team, Huayuan’s new department head, various department executives including the general manager—dozens of people crowded into this small conference room, sitting solemnly around the long table in multiple layers, not making a sound.

Yan Jingchuan sat at the head of the table, holding a report with an indifferent expression that commanded authority naturally.

Behind him, a man without a seat stood bending almost 90 degrees with hands behind his back, maintaining the same viewing angle to answer questions promptly.

No one else spoke.

So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of the door opening was like thunder in such an environment.

Everyone simultaneously turned to look.

Zhang Shi froze at the doorway for half a second.

He instinctively felt the good foundation he’d built in Chen Shu’s mind had already vanished.

What’s wrong? Chen Shu’s voice came from behind.

Nothing! Zhang Shi said quickly, Let’s go in.

He gestured forward, walking directly to Yan Jingchuan. Director Yan.

Yan Jingchuan had already seen Chen Shu approaching from his peripheral vision.

His movements paused slightly as he casually placed the documents on the table before looking up.

This was his first time meeting Chen Shu in human form, and his first time seeing Chen Shu from a human perspective.

This face wasn’t as detestable as in his memory.

But the expression was colder than he remembered.

Director Yan. After greeting him, Chen Shu didn’t speak further.

He and Yan Jingchuan would probably only have this one chance encounter. He didn’t take it seriously, merely raising a hand to soothe Wangcai in his arms.

Yan Jingchuan’s gaze naturally dropped to the dog in his embrace.

Wangcai was hugging Chen Shu’s hand, opening its mouth, continuously chasing and licking his fingers.

… Yan Jingchuan withdrew his gaze, pretending not to see.

Someone had already brought a chair, placing it next to Yan Jingchuan and saying to Zhang Shi: Please have a seat, Assistant Zhang.

Zhang Shi wasn’t just Yan Jingchuan’s confidant—he held substantial real power. Everyone had always been careful to curry favor with him.

As for Chen Shu, no matter what, he was just a signed artist. Any random spot would suffice for him to sit.

Oh right. Seeing the chair, Zhang Shi stepped aside and said to Chen Shu, Please have a seat, Mr. Chen.

Hearing his words, everyone in the room was shocked.

What background did this Chen Shu have to make Zhang Shi so polite?

Most were seeing Chen Shu for the first time today. Although they knew Zhang Shi had specifically established a department for Chen Shu, wasn’t that for business expansion?

Now it seemed things weren’t that simple.

The person who brought the chair subconsciously said: But—

Zhang Shi raised a hand to stop him.

He glanced back, and the other person hesitated before awkwardly retreating.

After Chen Shu took his seat, Zhang Shi looked at the others: Today is just a discussion about single production. Director Yan doesn’t want such a big production either. Those unrelated to this matter, please return for now.

After he spoke, everyone looked at each other, then turned to Yan Jingchuan.

Yan Jingchuan raised his hand slightly in dismissal.

Everyone had to stand up and file out.

The conference room finally emptied. Zhang Shi randomly found a seat and said to someone nearby: Let’s begin.

Okay. The speaker was He Qiyu, Chen Shu’s manager.

When she first heard the company was parachuting in a department with her as the manager for its only artist, she’d had a foreboding feeling.

Fortunately, after several days of interaction, she discovered Chen Shu wasn’t the incompetent person she imagined but rather highly capable, which eased her mind.

But before today, her impression of Chen Shu was still based on recent trending search content.

An unlucky bankrupt from a wealthy family turned poor.

Perhaps favored by Zhang Shi, he got a chance to turn his life around, but that was it.

Yet today, Zhang Shi being so polite to Chen Shu was one thing, but even Director Yan came personally to supervise Chen Shu’s business progress…

He Qiyu set aside her unintentional disdain.

After returning, she needed to pay more attention to Chen Shu’s matters.

Not just He Qiyu.

Others in the conference room had similar thoughts.

—

Yan Jingchuan wasn’t listening to the employees’ reports.

Before him was an opened plan book. The page number remained on the first page.

Being in the same room with Wangcai, the faint sense of separation within him slightly eased. If this lasted long enough, it might help end his current condition.

Unfortunately, Chen Shu didn’t plan to sell this dog.

Thinking this, Yan Jingchuan looked at Chen Shu.

Chen Shu also didn’t take this meeting too seriously.

In this aspect, he was an outsider. Professional matters were best left to professionals—he would just listen to the results.

He was lowering his head to feed Wangcai.

After feeding, he stuffed the chew toy into its mouth.

Having found Wangcai over a month ago, its current size was more than double before. Holding it already had considerable weight, and its periodic excitement became particularly disruptive.

Even biting the chew toy, it refused to settle down, raising its front paws to rest on Chen Shu’s chest, rubbing its head with its paws, trying to get Chen Shu’s attention.

Chen Shu smiled and rubbed its head.

Wangcai immediately lowered its head and pushed forward, wagging its tail furiously.

Just as Chen Shu’s hand was about to land on its back, he had a thought and glanced aside.

Yan Jingchuan’s furrowed brows hadn’t relaxed yet.

Noticing Chen Shu’s gaze and meeting his eyes, he maintained composure and turned to the speaking employee.

But his thoughts remained in place.

Every time he left, was this dog like this?

Yan Jingchuan closed his eyes, raising a hand to gently press his inexplicably throbbing temple.

Zhang Shi was the first to notice his movement: Director Yan, are you tired?

The conference room instantly quieted.

Yan Jingchuan didn’t open his eyes, merely saying: Continue.

But Zhang Shi’s eyes shifted.

Sitting so close for so long, yet neither had spoken a word to the other.

Perhaps with so many people here, it really wasn’t convenient for Director Yan and Chen Shu to communicate feelings.

He then closed the file in his hand and said to He Qiyu: The meeting can end here for now. Let’s head to recording first.

He Qiyu nodded: Okay.

Zhang Shi had already stood up. Just as he was about to approach Yan Jingchuan, he suddenly saw Chen Shu opposite and instead said: Mr. Chen, Manager He and I have matters to discuss. Could you help push Director Yan over?

Director Yan wasn’t convenient in his wheelchair—a perfect opportunity for alone time.

Hearing this, Chen Shu looked at Yan Jingchuan.

Yan Jingchuan paused, then said to him: Thank you for the trouble.

Chen Shu casually placed Wangcai on the ground, walked behind him, and pushed him toward the door.

Just outside, they discovered Zhang Shi had already led everyone around the corner, as if forgetting people were behind them.

Yan Jingchuan fell silent for a moment.

Watching Wangcai restricted by the leash running around beside Chen Shu, he initiated conversation: Your dog?

A response came from above and behind him.

Yes.

The topic ended there.

Zhang Shi stood at the recording studio entrance, spotting them from afar but also sensing the incompatible atmosphere between them from a distance.

He felt utterly hopeless.

Director Yan!

What exactly do you want!

Chen Shu too—why doesn’t he have the good habit of currying favor with superiors!

Watching the two walk over in complete silence, Zhang Shi’s smile was stiff.

Chen Shu, go record your song.

Mm. Chen Shu routinely placed Wangcai in the rest area outside the recording studio. Turning around after two steps, something heavy landed at his feet.

Wangcai had pounced at his feet, clinging to his pants leg.

Chen Shu brought it back twice, but it followed him back both times.

He Qiyu found it strange: What’s wrong with Wangcai today? Chen Shu can’t record like this. If we tie it up and it barks, what then?

Zhang Shi smiled and said: It’s because Chen Shu usually spoils it too much. It acts coquettish when separated even briefly.

… Yan Jingchuan said solemnly, Give it to me.

Zhang Shi was first stunned, then overjoyed upon realization.

Director Yan finally decided to make a decisive move!

Realizing this, he chimed in: Yes, you go record. Director Yan can help watch Wangcai.

… He Qiyu and others were utterly shocked.

Have Director Yan help look after a dog?

But they heard Director Yan say it themselves, so they could only watch as Chen Shu handed Wangcai over.

Yan Jingchuan reached out to take it.

In his hands, Wangcai was unusually quiet. After being placed on his lap, it lay down in place.

Seeing this, Chen Shu couldn’t help but look at Yan Jingchuan.

Since he found it, Wangcai never liked being touched by anyone except him.

Yan Jingchuan was the only exception.

Yan Jingchuan said: It seems it doesn’t dislike me.Wangcai not rejecting him was normal.

Getting close to Wangcai made the temperature flow within him more active. It should feel the same—even if it didn’t understand human affairs, it would find it comfortable.

As he finished speaking, Wangcai yawned, closing its eyes drowsily.

It could fall asleep anytime, anywhere.

Chen Shu only thanked Yan Jingchuan before turning to enter the recording studio.

Once he entered, Zhang Shi walked to Yan Jingchuan’s side, bending down to try to take Wangcai away.

Don’t move.

Zhang Shi’s outstretched hand froze mid-air: Director Yan?

Yan Jingchuan said: Attend to your duties.

Zhang Shi understood.

This was probably loving the house and its crows. He thought.

Yan Jingchuan held Wangcai while waiting for Chen Shu to finish recording. When Chen Shu came out, he stood up from the wheelchair.

Zhang Shi instinctively rushed forward to support him but found Yan Jingchuan’s steps were steady, completely unlike the weakness after previous awakenings.

Director Yan? His eyes widened. You’re much better!

Mm. Yan Jingchuan stroked Wangcai’s back.

This time he was more certain—every second of contact with this dog greatly benefited him. He needed to find a way to keep it by his side as soon as possible.

As Chen Shu approached, he reached out to take the still-sleeping Wangcai from his arms: Thank you.

The active warm flow within him slowed as distance increased.

Yan Jingchuan’s expression remained unchanged: You’re welcome.

With recording completed, everyone headed out together.
After the others left, Zhang Shi deliberately left space for the two alone. While racking his brains about how to bring them closer, he heard Yan Jingchuan speak behind him.

Mr. Chen, would you mind having a meal with me at this time next week?

This sentence made Zhang Shi’s heart jump, pricking up his ears.

A meal?

Chen Shu was also somewhat puzzled, turning to look at Yan Jingchuan: Does Director Yan have matters to discuss?

Yan Jingchuan said: Yes.

The specific discussion content wasn’t set yet, but one week was enough to draft a plan.

Chen Shu now had freedom of movement, and he didn’t plan to delay further.

Chen Shu didn’t hesitate much, nodding: Okay.

Given his current status, contact with Yan Jingchuan couldn’t hurt.

After making arrangements, they parted ways. Chen Shu left Huayuan Building and returned to the single dormitory the company had arranged nearby for him.

The next day, after completing supplementary recordings at the company, He Qiyu brought over a boy.

Chen Shu, this is the assistant the company arranged for you, called Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian bowed to Chen Shu in greeting: Hello, Brother Shu! I’m Xiao Tian!

After he finished, He Qiyu added: If you’re unsatisfied with Xiao Tian, you can tell me anytime.

Yesterday afternoon after Director Yan left, she was called by the department head to completely reorganize everything for Chen Shu. The assistant was just one item.

Xiao Tian quickly raised his hand and vowed: I’ll work hard!

It’s getting late. You two go find somewhere to eat and get acquainted—company expense. He Qiyu nodded, then turned to Chen Shu, Also, tonight—

She stopped mid-sentence, then smiled and said, Never mind, you’ll naturally know tonight anyway.

Chen Shu wasn’t particularly curious. Seeing she didn’t want to say, he didn’t press further.

On the way out, Xiao Tian didn’t dare speak much.

Having been cautioned by He Qiyu in front of Chen Shu, he feared displeasing him.

After a meal, seeing Chen Shu’s personality wasn’t as stern as it appeared but rather relatively casual, he relaxed slightly.

Returning to the dormitory with Chen Shu, he finished unpacking, then busied himself preparing a fruit plate for Chen Shu.

Chen Shu noticed his restraint: No need for these things, go rest.Xiao Tian verbally agreed, but seeing it was only 8 PM, he still sat in the living room, waiting for any instructions, merely opening his phone to pass time.

As the screen lit up, he saw a notification.

Here For YouThird Round Public Performance Mini-test Live Broadcast Ongoing!

Xiao Tian’s heart tightened. Sneaking a glance to ensure Chen Shu hadn’t noticed, he quickly swiped past.

But immediately, another notification popped up.

Chen Shu Deliberately Set Up

Seeing Chen Shu’s name, he subconsciously clicked in.

The topic was new, but the trending topics were extremely popular.

Fresh Melon Field Notes V: Repost! Everyone probably knows about last week’s rumors of Chen Shu being forced into competition withdrawal? I always found it unbelievable, and it turns out someone really planned it! See images!

The long image showed anonymous revelations from another website, filled with internal chat logs from Internet water army groups.

Someone was directing operations in the group—how to act, how to guide the rhythm, what keywords to use in comments—all clearly visible.

One dialogue in the records particularly caught netizens’ attention.

They clarified, should we attack again?

No need, just get him to withdraw from competition. He can’t return anyway.

The comment section immediately exploded.

This person is so sure Chen Shu can’t return? There’s something here, right??

The program team only comes alive when making Chen Shu withdraw! Previously suspected something fishy, now suspect this boomerang might be the program team’s own doing!This topic and the Here For You livestream started on time at 8 PM and quickly trended together on hot search.

Netizens outraged for Chen Shu were more rational than the water army, but also more angry.

Soon, the livestream’s bullet screen comments were filled with doubts toward the program team.

Hello? Forcing the most popular contestant to withdraw—are you okay?

Program team stop pretending to be dead. Without resolution, I’ll file a real-name report daily.

Previously claimed absolute fairness, now pulling back the curtain? I won’t rest until I get you off the air!