Gu Jiahui listened to Sheng Tang’s words and fell silent for a moment.

He hesitated, "I need to ask the opinion of a professional."

He first asked Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng told him, "The new version suits the tastes of the judges better. I think the new version is more suitable for awards. The released version might be too commercial for the judges.

The released version has a profound core, but its presentation is too flashy. It’s good, but not deep enough."

The head of Gu Jiahui’s PR department connected him with a successful award contender, and Gu Jiahui spoke with him.

"The judges are all very old, they can’t accept new things. You say it’s not a commercial film, but you use a lot of commercial film techniques. That’s not suitable. The new version has a better chance."

After hearing this, Gu Jiahui fell silent again.

The next day, he made a decision, "Use the released version to go for the awards."

"President Gu, why is that?" The PR department head was very surprised.

"My girlfriend’s intuition," Gu Jiahui said, "She is more perceptive about movies than we are. I trust her intuition."

The PR head: "..."

Really, President Gu, you’re no less foolish than those infamous emperors in history.

President Gu uses his own money to please his girlfriend. The win or loss is up to him, outsiders have no say.

A bit of mockery is inevitable.

When Sheng Tang heard of his final decision, she laughed, "If we end up with nothing, will you hate me? After all, I have no experience to back my ideas, yet I made you spend thirty million."

"No," Gu Jiahui said earnestly, "Whatever you want, you can tell me, no matter how absurd. I’ll do my best to meet your needs; it’s the right granted by our contract."

Sheng Tang: "..."

At this moment, she felt a sense of being pampered.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing, I just feel lucky to have signed a contract with you," Sheng Tang said.

Realizing her words were off, she quickly corrected herself, "I mean, meeting you again was the start of my good fortune. Thank you, Gu Jiahui."

Gu Jiahui fell silent.

Only after a long time did he look up at her, his eyes filled with deep emotions.

Sheng Tang didn’t know what he was thinking.

She smiled and left his study, returning to her room to do her evening exercises.

Gu Jiahui found himself unable to concentrate on work.

He leaned back in his chair, savoring her words, his eyes inexplicably growing warm.

What he could do for her was really very little.

Yet he wanted to do more. To ensure that even without him, she could live well.

Even if she ends up marrying Gu Shiting, no one would say she’s reaching higher, but would likely say, "Sheng Yihou deserves Gu Shiting," or maybe, "Gu Shiting is lucky to have Sheng Yihou."

That kind of Sheng Tang would be radiant and dazzling. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Gu Shiting would be humbled, living under his wife’s halo.

Gu Jiahui thought about their future and found it very interesting.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

His future was already determined. On the day when he was eight, sneaking back from his aunt’s house, hiding in his parents’ bedroom closet to surprise them, it was sealed.

His actions might lead him to spend his life in prison.

Or maybe face execution.

It depends on the situation.

He took a deep breath, unable to focus on work again, and took out a cigarette, smoking intensely.

He leaned by the window smoking, soon hearing a voice, "You’re smoking at home again? The living room smells, have some decency, will you?"

It was Sheng Tang.

She had come out to get some water and passed by Gu Jiahui’s study, smelling the smoke.

Gu Jiahui couldn’t help but laugh, but tears rolled down, falling into the thick smoke.