coobybook Chapter 960 That can only be Haoyu!
Chapter 960 That can only be Haoyu!
The Maserati's engine roared through the quiet night, tracing a clean arc before coming to a smooth stop in the courtyard of the Fengteng International Private Apartments. Teng Zijing pushed open the car door and strode towards the detached villa; the fingerprint-unlocked door clicked open.
Warm yellow light spilled from the living room, where Deng Zhouyi and Yu Qianqian were drinking tea with An Ran on the sofa, the gentle clinking of cups adding to the cozy atmosphere. An Ran turned around at the sound, a soft smile spreading across her face: "Zijing's back? Have you eaten?"
Teng Zijing walked behind the sofa, gently hugged An Ran through the soft leather backrest, and rested his chin on the top of her head: "Not yet, and not hungry. How did your meeting with the research team go today?"
“It went very smoothly.” An Ran nodded, a smile in her eyes. “They were all happy to join Fengteng. At first, they were worried that your requirements were too strict and that they might not meet your standards.”
Deng Zhouyi chimed in with a joke: "Don't you even know who your sister-in-law is? My brother's attitude instantly becomes incredibly humble in your presence."
Teng Zijing glanced at him sideways, her tone slightly reproachful: "You're such a smooth talker, nothing good ever comes out of your mouth."
Yu Qianqian quietly got up next to Deng Zhouyi, her voice soft and gentle: "It's so late, how about... I go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of noodles for Master Jing?"
Teng Zijing had already walked to the liquor cabinet, picked up a bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses, poured himself a full glass, tilted his head back and gulped it down, his Adam's apple bobbing as he finished the drink. He waved his hand: "No need, sit down."
An Ran put down her teacup, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Did the opening ceremony for the new drama go smoothly today?"
Teng Zijing sat down on the single sofa with a wine bottle and a glass in his hand. He poured wine into Deng Zhouyi's glass, then poured himself a glass. He draped his arms over the back of the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief: "It went fairly smoothly. Jiang Chengyu saved the day at the crucial moment."
"What's going on?" Deng Zhouyi and An Ran asked in unison.
Teng Zijing raised his glass and clinked it against Deng Zhouyi's. After a crisp clink, he took a sip of his drink. "When I arrived at the hospital, Feng Tao was in a panic. As soon as Jiang Chengyu heard that the script was based on Mu Xiaoji's novel, and that he and Gu Ze had similar builds, and that the story of the male lead, Bai Ze, was related to him, he volunteered to step in. I guess there are already live reports online; you can search for the video and see for yourselves."
Deng Zhouyi immediately pulled Yu Qianqian down to swipe on their phones, searching for "Longteng Film and Television's new drama launch ceremony." An Ran also took out her phone, asking as she worked on it, "You've been busy with all this, and you're only getting back now?"
Teng Zijing downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, placing the glass upside down on the coffee table: "After the opening ceremony, the hospital called to say that Gu Ze had woken up. We went to check on him and made sure he was alright. Afterwards, I went to Jinjiang Bay to see Jiang Chengyu off."
The living room fell silent for a moment, with only the light from the phone screens flickering on a few faces. The night outside the window seemed to deepen, enveloping the warmth of the room even more tightly.
An Ran paused, her fingers hovering over her phone, and looked up at Teng Zijing: "It's good that Gu Ze is awake. I was worried about him before..." She stopped mid-sentence and just sighed softly.
Deng Zhouyi happened to come across the video of the opening ceremony, and before he knew it, the volume was too loud. The image of Jiang Chengyu standing on the stage in the same costume as Gu Ze suddenly appeared. He clicked his tongue and said, "Wow, President Jiang's appearance really does resemble Gu Ze quite a bit, especially those eyes, they're really something!"
Yu Qianqian leaned over to watch and whispered, "The fans below are shouting so loudly, they're all asking if it's Gu Ze himself."
Teng Zijing didn't look at his phone, his fingertips gently tracing the rim of his cup: "He understands the character of Bai Ze better than anyone else." The meaning behind his words was ambiguous, but it made An Ran glance at him a few more times.
“By the way, Deng…” Teng Zijing suddenly remembered something, raised his hand and asked, “What’s the progress on the investigation into Qianqian’s lost bag last night? Has the Ji Hotel made any moves? Has Quan Youcheng given any explanation?”
When this was mentioned, Yu Qianqian's face darkened slightly: "I guess the bag and phone are gone for good, and the bank card has already been reported lost."
Teng Zijing raised his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in them: "Quan Youcheng checked the surveillance footage and said that a waiter entered the private room midway through, but he's already run away. However, his little tricks won't get him away with." He paused, then looked at Yu Qianqian, "I'll have Deng Zhouyi buy you a new phone later, and get the SIM card replaced as soon as possible, so as not to cause any delays."
Yu Qianqian quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need, I can do it myself..."
"Just take it," Deng Zhouyi interrupted her directly, his tone carrying an unquestionable familiarity. "Why are you being so polite with me?"
An Ran glanced at the wall clock; it was almost eleven o'clock. She stood up and said, "It's getting late. Qianqian was frightened today, so you should get some rest. Zijing, you've had a long day too, so don't drink too much."
Teng Zijing hummed in agreement, watched An Ran walk towards the stairs, and poured himself another half glass of wine.
Deng Zhouyi pulled Yu Qianqian to her feet: "Then we'll go back to our rooms too. Brother, you should get some rest as well."
After the two left, Teng Zijing was left alone in the living room. He took his wine glass and walked to the French windows. Moonlight streamed into the courtyard, and the Maserati's body gleamed coldly.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from my subordinate: "Brother Jing, there's no movement from Liu Lu's side. They're still keeping an eye on him."
Teng Zijing replied with a "Okay," put his phone back in his pocket, and downed his drink. The night was thick, like an unsolvable game of chess, and the pieces in his hand had only just begun to fall.