Who is Helping Me Win by Lying Down [Transmigration] - Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Zhang Shi stared at the long list on his phone, his mind filled with nothing but disbelief.

At this point, he couldn’t tell which was more unbelievable: Director Yan feigning illness or this list.

What kind of game was Director Yan playing?

His own experience was too limited; he simply couldn’t understand it!!

Could it be that even someone like Director Yan couldn’t escape the rule that love lowers one’s intelligence?

Just glancing at the titles on this list made his eyes burn. How could Director Yan possibly believe in this???

But from Director Yan’s tone, he knew he was serious.

So serious that he didn’t want Chen Shu to find out.

Please don’t let him find out.

If Chen Shu discovered Director Yan was reading such books, what would become of Director Yan’s impeccable reputation?

Thinking this, Zhang Shi, his heart full of complexity, asked, Director Yan, should I buy the e-book versions?

Yan Jingchuan said, Sure.

Understood. After speaking, Zhang Shi lowered his head and took out the documents he was carrying. Just as he was about to hand them over, he heard the sound of dog claws scratching at the door behind him.

Yan Jingchuan sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Shi understood the cue, turned around, and opened the door.

Chen Shu was leading Wangcai away. Seeing the door open, he said to the two of them, I’ll take him next door. You two carry on.

Yan Jingchuan said, No need, come in.

Zhang Shi was somewhat surprised.

Flirting while listening to my work report? Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?

Chen Shu also said, Are you finished?

Zhang Shi opened his mouth to answer.

Mm, Yan Jingchuan said.

Zhang Shi’s open mouth filled with bitterness, and he closed it with difficulty.

Yan Jingchuan looked at him. Go attend to your work.

Zhang Shi’s heart was bleeding, but he didn’t dare to disobey. …Alright, Director Yan.

But after taking only a few steps away, another sentence came from behind him.

Wait.

Hope surged in Zhang Shi’s eyes as he turned around abruptly. Director Yan?

Yan Jingchuan said, Handle the things I want as soon as possible.Zhang Shi’s mouth corner twitched. Understood.

Chen Shu watched him leave, arms full of documents.

It was probably just his imagination, but the look Zhang Shi gave him as he left seemed somewhat resentful.

Chen Shu.

Chen Shu turned his gaze back and walked over to Yan Jingchuan. Feeling better?

Yan Jingchuan, leaning against the bed, frowned slightly. Much better.

He had given the same answer before, but he still had difficulty walking when getting out of the car.

Chen Shu walked up to him and reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead. It was perfectly normal.

Your injury hasn’t healed yet. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, we can have a doctor come here to check on you.

Yan Jingchuan stiffened slightly for half a second when Chen Shu’s palm touched his forehead before saying, I will, if it becomes necessary.

Chen Shu didn’t insist further. If you feel any discomfort, tell me promptly.

Yan Jingchuan nodded. Okay.

After a pause, he then asked, Do you have any plans tomorrow?

Chen Shu said, Yes.

Yan Jingchuan frowned. What plans?

Chen Shu didn’t hide it. I have a meeting scheduled with a director to discuss an investment.

He had asked He Qiyu to arrange this matter earlier. If he hadn’t been on vacation with Yan Jingchuan, the meeting would have been three days ago.

Yan Jingchuan quickly remembered his film investment. If you need any help, just say the word.

Chen Shu looked at him with a slight smile. Thank you.

There’s no need for such formality between you and me. Yan Jingchuan instinctively avoided his smiling gaze, lowering his head to stroke Wangcai’s head.

Woof! Wangcai barked, nuzzling repeatedly under his hand before settling down by the bed to chew on a toy.

Chen Shu said, You asked about my plans for tomorrow. Is there something you need?

No, Yan Jingchuan said, I’m going to the company tomorrow, just asking casually.

Chen Shu understood and simply said, Take care of yourself.

Yan Jingchuan replied, Alright.

The next day.

Just after 9 AM, Zhang Shi arrived punctually downstairs to pick them up.

Having received Director Yan’s last-minute notice about going to the company yesterday afternoon, he had nearly wept with joy.

Director Yan had finally shown mercy and spared his life!

Spotting Chen Shu and Director Yan approaching from afar, Zhang Shi rushed to the door to open it for them. He didn’t want to waste a single second.

But as the door opened and his view cleared,

the scene before him made his eyelids twitch violently, a strong sense of foreboding washing over him.

Director Yan was leaning on a cane.

But the cane clearly wasn’t enough to support him.

Chen Shu’s right arm was wrapped around Director Yan’s back, pressing against his waist, while his left hand held Director Yan’s wrist, practically holding him in an embrace as he helped him move forward.

Their posture was overly intimate, and their conversation resembled hushed whispers—secrets not meant for a third person to hear.

Zhang Shi: …

What sin had he committed to deserve such torment?

As the two approached, he lowered his head, pretending to be deaf and mute.

Chen Shu helped Yan Jingchuan walk to the car.

The driver was already waiting by the back seat, door open.

Hold onto me, Chen Shu said, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of Yan Jingchuan’s head as he bent down to help him into the car.

Yan Jingchuan complied, wrapping his arms around Chen Shu’s shoulders and neck, feeling the distance between them shrink to almost nothing with the movement.

Chen Shu’s breath brushed past his cheek, grazing behind his ear, the rhythm repeating and igniting a burning warmth.

He watched Chen Shu.

Fortunately, he could detect no trace of aversion on that face.

After settling Yan Jingchuan in the seat, Chen Shu didn’t straighten up immediately. He turned to look at him: You—

Before he could finish the word, the unexpected brush against his lips made him pause.

Yan Jingchuan was also caught off guard.

Chen Shu looked down into his eyes, their close proximity making their mingled breaths feel exponentially warmer.

Silence gradually spread through the car interior.

Zhang Shi’s expression had shifted from delight back to numbness as he slowly followed them, clutching documents.

Seeing them engaged in another passionate kiss inside the car, he closed his eyes briefly, only to accidentally kick a pebble in his distraction.

The pebble flew up under Zhang Shi’s horrified gaze and hit the car door squarely.

With a tap, it fell to the ground.

The sound brought Chen Shu back to his senses.

He withdrew his hand from the back of Yan Jingchuan’s head, pressed it against the seatback beside them, and pulled back to create distance. After a brief hesitation, he simply exited the car and stood up straight.

Yan Jingchuan’s gaze unconsciously followed him, lingering on his thin lips before shifting to Zhang Shi behind him.

Zhang Shi’s scalp prickled with dread.

Having interrupted Director Yan’s intimate moment, would his own good fortune turn into misfortune…

Just then, another car pulled up slowly.

He Qiyu got out and waved to Chen Shu: Chen Shu, it’s time to go.

Zhang Shi felt like crying.

Why couldn’t you have come earlier!!

Give me a minute, Chen Shu said to He Qiyu before turning back to Yan Jingchuan. There’s been no improvement so far, and you still don’t want to go to the hospital?

Yan Jingchuan looked at him.

But from his expression, there was no visible reaction to what had just happened.

I’ll go, Yan Jingchuan said. I’ll go right now.

He Qiyu approached while they were talking. Seeing Zhang Shi, she had already guessed who was in the car and hurried over to greet him: Director Yan.

Hmm. Yan Jingchuan glanced at her briefly before looking back at Chen Shu. When will you be back?

Chen Shu said, Not necessarily.

Yan Jingchuan asked, Will you be back for dinner?

Chen Shu replied, I’ll try my best.

After speaking, he stepped back and closed the car door.

Yan Jingchuan rolled down the window and said, Be careful on the road.

Chen Shu responded, Okay.

Yan Jingchuan watched him turn and leave with He Qiyu before saying, Let’s go.

Zhang Shi, who had just gotten into the car, tread carefully as if on thin ice: Are we going to the hospital, Director Yan?

Yan Jingchuan glanced at him: To the company.

The driver started the car accordingly.

Zhang Shi shrank his neck and hurriedly handed the newly purchased electronic device to Yan Jingchuan: This is the book you requested yesterday.

Yan Jingchuan took it and casually opened one.

Zhang Shi, knowing his plans had fallen through again, sighed inwardly and leaned back in his seat.

From the rearview mirror, he saw the car picking up Chen Shu had also started moving.

At 9:55, Chen Shu arrived five minutes early at the meeting place agreed upon with Han Shan.

Hearing the knock, Han Shan stood up to greet him.

Initially, when he heard Chen Shu wanted to invest in a film, he hadn’t taken it seriously.

After all, how much capital could a newcomer have, even with the backing of Huayuan Media?

He had looked into Chen Shu—if he really had money, how could his family have been embroiled in debts amounting to tens of millions?

But after a brief phone conversation with Chen Shu, he realized the investment wasn’t the small-scale venture he had expected. Instead, it demanded his careful attention.

With such an investment, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about funding after filming began. This was absolutely crucial for him.

He Qiyu followed Chen Shu through the door.

She was there to supervise Chen Shu.

He was betting his entire fortune, and she couldn’t rest easy.

But when the three of them sat down, exchanged pleasantries, and Han Shan and Chen Shu began delving into the main topic, she was astonished to realize that Chen Shu’s understanding of the film industry was even more detailed than hers.

Regarding all matters of investment, Chen Shu handled everything with ease.

Throughout the discussion with Han Shan, he showed no trace of timidity, only a composure that belied his age.

The questions he casually raised were always key points, and it was clear that even Han Shan occasionally struggled to respond.

When they moved on to more detailed contract terms, He Qiyu gradually found herself unable to keep up with their train of thought. This was indeed an area she hadn’t ventured into.

She looked at Chen Shu and finally understood why he never wavered in his decisions. His abilities fully supported his choices.

As she listened to them negotiate point by point, all He Qiyu could do was drink water.

She glanced at Chen Shu and resolved that it would be best not to interfere with his decisions so readily in the future.

Time passed minute by minute as she pretended to understand.

At noon, the three had lunch together, consulted a lawyer to draft the contract, and by the afternoon, they had reached an agreement.

With Chen Shu’s approval, Han Shan beamed with joy, stood up, shook hands with Chen Shu, and said, I’ve reserved a private room at Yi Restaurant. Shall we have dinner together tonight?

Chen Shu checked his watch and said, Sorry, I have prior arrangements.

Han Shan had no choice but to accept the disappointment but insisted on seeing him to the door.

The three said their goodbyes at the entrance, and Chen Shu turned to get into the car.

On the way back, He Qiyu glanced at him several times, wanting to ask how someone so young could be so experienced. But then she remembered that Chen Shu was friends with Director Yan, and like attracts like—it made sense that they shared a knack for business. So she remained silent.

When they arrived at Hengtai Community, He Qiyu got out of the car and walked Chen Shu to the entrance of his building unit but didn’t go further.

Just kidding. Now that she knew Chen Shu and Director Yan were living together, unless absolutely forced, she would never set foot in this building again.

Chen Shu didn’t pay it any mind.

He continued taking the elevator upstairs. Upon opening the door, he found the living room dimly lit.

Hearing the noise, Yan Jingchuan took one last look at the Atmosphere Guide on the screen, set down the device in his hand, and flipped it face down on the table.

He turned toward the door. You’re back.

The candle flame flickered under the warm yellow light, casting shifting shadows across his face, making the space feel somehow cramped and intimate.

Yan Jingchuan watched Chen Shu, waiting for his reaction.

Why didn’t you turn on the lights? Chen Shu glanced at him as well, casually flipping the switch as he spoke.

The dazzling white light instantly illuminated the entire room.

The deliberately crafted atmosphere was immediately and utterly shattered.

Author’s note: ??