Chapter 65: The Name of Shen Linyan's Ex-Wife Is Actually the Same as Yours

After meeting with Jiang Mai during her lunch break, An Ling returned to the company in the afternoon.

She had originally planned to tell Shen Linyan about the matter, but her colleagues brought over the revised scripts and schedules for her to sign.

Then an emergency meeting was held. It wasn't just Shen Fuyuan's schedule that had changed; other guests also had various adjustments. Some schedules clashed, and there were also conflicts with sponsors.

An Ling was so busy she didn't even have a chance to look at her phone.

"Ah Leng, aren't we going to the Shen family's house to set up the cameras today?" Nan Zhechuan called out to her from the door.

The shooting date was getting closer, and it was best to finish these test shoots in the next few days.

"Coming, coming."

An Ling picked up her bag and put on a hat and a mask.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Nan Zhechuan looked at her.

"I've caught a bit of a cold recently."

Nan Zhechuan didn't think much of it and turned toward the elevator. "The Shen family's situation is a bit special. Ms. Chen told me to assist you in being responsible for Shen Fuyuan."

The news of Shen Linyan's divorce had been released this morning.

Ms. Chen was the only person who knew about her relationship with the Shen family. She had originally planned to assign An Ling to another celebrity, but An Ling said it was fine and that nothing would go wrong.

This was the show Shen Fuyuan was participating in, and she was eager for An Ling to be the executive producer, just waiting to see Mother Shen's reaction. If An Ling were reassigned, Shen Fuyuan would actually throw a tantrum.

An Ling got into the passenger seat.

Just as she buckled her seatbelt, she heard Nan Zhechuan speak from beside her.

"I saw the news today. It seems the heir to the Shen family got divorced."

Her movements instantly froze.

Hearing this, the other filming colleagues in the backseat also looked up, and a discussion immediately broke out.

"Ah, I saw that too."

"The news just came out this morning, right?"

"With this news out, the show's popularity is guaranteed."

"Wasn't today's meeting exactly because of this? As soon as the news came out, Ms. Chen said several sponsors came to her, anticipating that the show would blow up. I feel like our bonuses are looking promising this time."

Everyone discussed it animatedly, while An Ling silently looked out the window, barely daring to join the conversation.

Nan Zhechuan didn't notice her strange behavior. He glanced at the rearview mirror to reverse the car, still sighing with emotion.

"The announcement said it was an amicable divorce. An Ling and I met Shen Fuyuan's older brother last time, and he seemed like a pretty nice guy. In the past, whenever I met those big bosses and investors, they all had beer bellies and spoke with an air of superiority. It's truly bizarre that even someone as rich and handsome as Shen Linyan would get divorced. Is it because you can know a person's face but not their heart?"

The announcement didn't include An Ling's name. She wondered if Shen Linyan had deliberately hidden her name to make her work easier, only writing Miss An.

An Ling gave a few dry laughs without responding, her gaze fixed out the window.

...Should she tell the truth?

She hadn't revealed her identity before because she felt it was unnecessary, and it might even affect her work. Everyone was filming Shen Fuyuan; it had nothing to do with her.

But now the filming location was at the Shen family's house, and the news of Shen Linyan's divorce had just been released. Her name wouldn't be a secret for long.

Hearing Nan Zhechuan say this, the others immediately became curious. "Brother Nan, you and Ah Leng have met Shen Linyan? When was this? What does he look like?"

"It was the last time we went to Shen Fuyuan's house to set up the equipment. You guys went back to the company, and Ah Leng and I stayed behind to wrap things up. It just so happened that Shen Fuyuan was hungry, so she said she'd treat us to a meal. As for what he looks like... you'll know if you search him online. He's exactly as handsome as he is on the internet."

At the end, he turned his head and asked An Ling, "What do you think, An Ling?"

"..."

An Ling nodded stiffly. "Yes."

Hearing both of them say this, someone instantly picked up their phone to search.

A few minutes later, an exclamation came from the backseat: "Holy crap, he's really handsome."

"Let me see, let me see... Oh my god, is he really not a celebrity?"

"The Shen family's genetics are too good. Shen Fuyuan is a star, and her brother looks even more incredible, plus he's a chairman at such a young age."

After a while, someone suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Hey, hey!! An Ling, Shen Linyan's ex-wife actually has the exact same name as you."

The announcement could hide her name, but search engines wouldn't.

As soon as these words were spoken, the other colleagues were instantly thrilled.

"Really? Let me see."

"Wow, it's actually true. Our Ah Leng actually shares a name with her, hahaha."

"It just looks like something happened to this ex-wife; searching the name still brings up headlines."

It was also Nan Zhechuan's first time hearing this news.

Because of the nature of their work, they usually needed to pay close attention to the entertainment industry and rarely followed this kind of financial news.

Driving the car, he recalled their last meeting and casually mentioned it.

"Is that so? To think such things happen in this world. No wonder during our meal last time, I felt Chairman Shen looking over at us several times. It turns out you have the same name as his ex-wife."

Feeling the topic drifting further and further off course amidst the lively atmosphere, An Ling pulled her mask up, closed her eyes in despair, and silently swallowed the words she was about to say.

Could she still admit it now? She felt that if she admitted it, everyone would die of awkwardness.

For the first time, she felt that it was the right choice not to post photos online previously due to her prosopagnosia.

Arriving at the Shen residence, the car drove into the courtyard.

Shen Fuyuan came out to receive them. The other colleagues unloaded the equipment from the car. An Ling didn't want to meet Mother Shen, so she chose to organize the equipment over here, while Nan Zhechuan, as the senior, took charge of negotiating.

They had brought quite a bit of equipment, and a few colleagues were still chatting nearby.

"This villa is so big, it's going to take forever to set up the camera positions."

"Rich families are truly magnificent. I wonder when I'll ever be able to live in a grand villa like this."

One of the colleagues stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and said, "Based on our current salaries, we'd probably have to start working from the Qing Dynasty to be able to afford one."

The group instantly burst into laughter.

An Ling casually picked up a camera. She hadn't used this type before and was looking down, tinkering with the machine.

Her colleague's hushed voice sounded in her ear.

"Hey, hey, is that Shen Linyan getting out of the car over there?"

Her movements paused, and she subconsciously looked up.

A black Rolls-Royce drove into the courtyard. The driver opened the back door, and a man in a suit stepped out.

An Ling took a second to identify him, then lowered her head. Her voice, muffled by the mask, sounded a bit dull, and her tone was calm.

"It's not Shen Linyan."

Although she didn't fully recognize him, this person had to be Lu Jingshen. He gave off an aura that was just begging for a beating; just looking at him was annoying.

By the time all the preparations were done, the sky had already grown dark. An Ling waited outside for them to wrap up their work.

She received a message from Jiang Mai on her phone.

[Did you tell him?]

An Ling's movements paused, and she replied: [No, I've been too busy. I didn't see Shen Linyan today.]

Jiang Mai: [? Couldn't you just say this kind of thing over the phone? Do you really have to say it in person?]

"..."

That seemed to make sense.

She paused, pursed her lips, and didn't reply again. She lowered her head, took off her mask, unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she muttered to herself.

"How could I explain it clearly over the phone..."

She kicked a stone on the ground over and over, her mind a complete mess.

Actually, rejecting Shen Linyan would be very simple.

Before any deeper feelings could develop, she just needed to cut it off completely, just as decisively as when they had divorced.

She didn't want to hurt Shen Linyan, but her momentary soft-heartedness had ended up hurting him anyway.

Jiang Mai was right. In truth, the moment Shen Linyan said those words, she really was happy.

But that fleeting joy instantly dissolved into guilt.

Because she couldn't give Shen Linyan the love he desired, yet she secretly took pleasure in the fact that he had feelings for her.

Damn it! She really was a terrible woman!

Frustrated with herself, An Ling kicked a stone away, only to hear a familiar, gentle voice.

"An Ling?"

Turning around, she saw the very man she had just been thinking about standing right there in the courtyard. He wore a perfectly tailored suit that accentuated his tall, straight posture. His features were striking, and under the glow of the lights, his expression looked even more gentle and noble.

An Ling: "..."

Was even God pushing her to reject him?