Chapter 53: Is Anyone Better Than Her

An Ling felt she was truly a perfect, twenty-four-karat good wife. Was there anyone better than her?

Just look, even after divorcing, she was still worrying about her ex-husband's company.

The man on the other end of the line also replied softly, "Okay."

The car interior returned to silence.

Since the day they got their divorce certificates, they hadn't seen each other for days, nor had they spoken a single word.

Their life trajectories didn't overlap to begin with; once divorced, there was really no chance for them to meet.

The words reached the tip of An Ling's tongue, but she silently swallowed them back.

She lowered her head and let out a helpless laugh.

Fine, she had thought too simply of it. It seemed that divorced couples trying to be friends was still a bit awkward.

"Well, there's nothing else then. I'm going to drive now. I'll export the video and send it to you when I get home."

The man agreed in a gentle voice, "Alright, drive safely."

Hanging up the phone, An Ling buckled her seatbelt, muttering with her head down, "Why didn't he even say a word of thanks."

In the past, he would still say 'thank you, Madam.' Now that they were divorced, were his boundaries this strong?

Pausing her movements, she sighed with a smile.

"Forget it, this is a good thing too."

Both Shen Linyan and she had to enter their new lives.

She also sincerely hoped that Shen Linyan would meet someone he would treat specially.

Meanwhile, on the other side, in a dimly lit living room.

The man slowly put down his phone.

The night seeped through the window. Wearing his pajamas, he sat quietly on the sofa, his profile buried in the shadows. His eyelashes trembled slightly as he stared blankly at the night view outside without blinking.

Who knows how long had passed when the phone suddenly let out a ding, and several consecutive messages popped up.

An Ling: [(Video) (Video) You absolutely, absolutely, absolutely must show this to that old woman!]

Looking down and seeing the familiar profile picture, his gaze lingered for a moment, and the straight corners of his lips curved upward in an imperceptible arc.

His fingertips tapped on the screen.

[Thank you, Mad...]

His movements paused. He deleted it.

[Thank you.]

Send.

She didn't know if it was because she had talked on the phone with Shen Linyan, or for some other reason.

That night, An Ling didn't dream of Shen Linyan again.

In the afternoon, she met up with Nan Zhechuan downstairs at the company. While greeting him with a smile, her gaze circled over his face.

The man had a lean figure, a head taller than her. His face was very clear and handsome, with a tall nose bridge, monolids, and he wore glasses. His hair was slightly curly, and he had a black stud earring on his ear.

"Should I call you Ah Leng or An Ling? Just call me Brother Nan." He smiled, revealing a dimple on his cheek.

An Ling answered with a smile, "Alright Brother Nan, you can just call me Ah Leng. Everyone is probably more used to that name."

Very good, memorized it. Next time, she would be able to recognize him.

Every time she memorized these features, An Ling couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If everyone in the world was as handsome as Shen Linyan, wouldn't her face blindness be cured? After all, she would only need to take a few extra glances to know who it was.

The two of them took the filming crew to Shen Fuyuan's house.

Seeing her arrive, Shen Fuyuan's eyes lit up slightly: "You're here!"

She couldn't wait to lean in, "Let me tell you, you and my oldest... mmm mmm!!"

Startled, An Ling quickly hooked her arm around her neck and covered her mouth, lowering her voice, "Don't talk about this kind of thing here."

Then, she turned her head and introduced with a smile.

"Miss Shen, this is Nan Zhechuan. He is also an executive producer. We came over today to help you test the camera angles. If you have any requests, you can bring them up anytime."

"Mmm mmm mmm!" Shen Fuyuan nodded with wide eyes.

Nan Zhechuan watched their interaction with some surprise. He blinked, paused for a moment, and then smiled, "Ah Leng, you and Miss Shen get along quite well."

Everyone in the industry was well aware of Shen Fuyuan's temper.

He originally thought this shoot would involve a difficult client, but he didn't expect An Ling to step in and handle it right away. Now the two of them even had such a harmonious relationship.

Ms. Chen's worries were completely unnecessary.

An Ling let go of her hand, smiling modestly, "No, no, it's mainly because Miss Shen actually has a good personality. We just hit it off."

Shen Fuyuan touched her own mouth, narrowed her eyes, and shifted her gaze back and forth between the two of them, especially staring at Nan Zhechuan's face for a long time.

Being stared at by her made a chill run down Nan Zhechuan's spine. He pointed at the other staff members and laughed awkwardly, "Then... Ah Leng, I'll go check how the camera setup is going first. You can communicate a bit more with Miss Shen."

"Okay, Brother Nan, go ahead."

After Nan Zhechuan left, An Ling turned to look at Shen Fuyuan.

Only to be met with the girl's suspicious, scrutinizing gaze.

"Sorry." An Ling apologized gently, taking out a tissue to wipe the residual lipstick off her palm. "They don't know my identity, and since it's working hours, it's not good to talk about these things."

Shen Fuyuan leaned her head over and asked hesitantly, "Who is that?"

"Didn't I just introduce him? The executive producer."

"Aren't you my executive producer? Why did you bring someone else? And why did he call you Ah Leng?" Usually, only one executive producer was needed on set.

An Ling gave her a strange look. "Why are you focusing on this?"

Shen Fuyuan had a thoughtful expression. "Could it be... you divorced my oldest brother because of him? But he's not even as good-looking as my brother."

An Ling: "..."

She explained patiently, "Don't talk nonsense. He is my senior. He was afraid I might make mistakes, so he specially came over to help. Ah Leng is my pseudonym in the industry."

Shen Fuyuan curled her lips.

"Fine, then why did you and my oldest brother get divorced?"

She had almost accepted An Ling's identity, but who would have thought this would suddenly happen.

"Do you know how happy my mom has been these past few days? Moreover, since my oldest brother publicly admitted to receiving the gift that day, our parents have been calling to scold him every single day."

An Ling's gaze paused slightly, but she pretended not to hear and stepped forward.

"I'll go check on their work progress. Miss Shen, you go ahead and do your thing."

"Hey, you..."

Shen Fuyuan hesitated to speak.

Standing in place, she watched An Ling and Nan Zhechuan chatting in the living room. Her eyes rolled around, and the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up.

Fine, fine.

Who told her to be beautiful, kind-hearted, and a lover of drama.

Shen Fuyuan unhurriedly took her phone out of her pocket, opened the camera, and secretly snapped a photo of the scene in front of her.

She raised her eyebrows, happily opened a certain someone's chat box, and clicked send on the photo she just took.

"I really don't want to get an even more ridiculous sister-in-law."

Inside the office at Shen Corporation.

The phone to the side vibrated slightly. The man paused his movements and glanced at it casually.

Shen Fuyuan: [Photo.jpg]

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, the other party sent another message the next second.

Shen Fuyuan: [Oldest brother, An Ling came to my house.]

Shen Linyan paused. In that moment of hesitation, ink blurred on the paper.

A few seconds later, he still put down his fountain pen and picked up his phone.

The moment the screen unlocked, a photo caught his eye.

When he saw the contents of the picture clearly, his eyes slightly froze.