Everyone Says I Ride on the Movie King's Fame, Only the Movie King Knows I'm His Creditor - Chapter 12
Chapter 12
After that, Shen Yan really did start pursuing me.
In the simplest ways possible.
A cup of hot water every day, two meals a week, and whenever we did script readings, he saved the best boxed lunch for me.
At first, the fans didn’t know what to do with it.
Neither did the general public.
Until one interview, when the host asked him, “Mr. Shen, everyone is saying you’re clout-chasing Jiang Tang now. What do you think about that?”
Shen Yan thought for a moment.
“Sounds good.”
The host froze.
“Sounds good?”
“Mm.”
He said, “Before, people misunderstood her and thought she was clout-chasing me. Now it’s my turn to clout-chase her. That’s fair.”
After the interview aired, I made the trending searches again.
#Shen Yan Says Clout-Chasing Jiang Tang Is Fair#
For once, the comment section was full of laughter.
[Movie King, hello? You’re such a love brain.]
[Debt-collector literature has come to life.]
[Jiang Tang, just take him already. He looks like he’s very good at repaying debts.]
I screenshotted that comment and sent it to Shen Yan.
Jiang Tang: Did you hire paid commenters?
Shen Yan: No.
Shen Yan: But I can learn.
Me: Don’t learn.
Shen Yan: I’ll listen to my creditor.
I looked at those words and couldn’t hold back a laugh.
A few months later, I received my first Best Supporting Actress nomination.
On the day of the award ceremony, the red-carpet host asked that question again.
“Jiang Tang, people online once said you were clout-chasing Shen Yan. Looking back now, do you feel wronged?”
I looked not far away.
Shen Yan was standing in front of the signature wall, quietly watching me, just like he had many years ago.
Only this time, he wasn’t standing in front of me to shield me.
He stood in the light, waiting for me to speak for myself.
I took the microphone.
“I did feel wronged.”
“But it’s in the past now.”
The host asked, “Then what is your relationship with Mr. Shen now?”
The crowd immediately started hooting.
I smiled.
“A debtor-creditor relationship.”
“He still hasn’t paid you back?”
“Mm.”
I looked into the camera.
“He applied to pay in installments for the rest of his life.”
The entire venue screamed.
Not far away, Shen Yan lowered his head and laughed.
I didn’t win that night.
But when we walked out of the venue, Shen Yan handed me an envelope.
I opened it. Inside was a new IOU.
Shen Yan owes Jiang Tang:
Many cups of hot water.
Many dinners.
Many explanations.
Many years of liking her.
Repayment term: a lifetime.
After reading it, I looked up and asked him, “This IOU isn’t legally valid.”
He said, “It’s emotionally valid.”
I put the IOU into my bag.
“Fine.”
Shen Yan’s eyes lit up.
“What does ‘fine’ mean?”
“It means…”
I walked up to him and straightened his crooked bow tie.
“The creditor approves.”
“You may take your time paying it back.”
Later, people online would occasionally bring up that dark trending search from back then.
They said I had good fortune-I’d casually lent out thirty-eight thousand yuan and gotten a Movie King in return.
Every time Shen Yan saw comments like that, he would correct them very seriously.
“She didn’t get me in return.”
“I’m the one who owes her.”
I asked him, “Why do you love admitting your debts so much?”
He looked at me, a faint smile in his eyes.
“Because once I admit the debt, I have a reason to keep seeing you.”
I thought, this man really was good at refusing to pay up.
Thirty-eight thousand six hundred yuan. He dragged it out for seven years.
With principal and interest, it turned into a lifetime.
But that was fine.
The creditor herself agreed to the extension.
(The End)
