Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 518 - 515: Good if You Like It

Chapter 518: Chapter 515: Good if You Like It

On the way back, Ye Zhenzhen realized that today’s route seemed different. She turned to the man driving and asked, "Aren’t we going home?"

It was almost 10 o’clock, and taking this road would only lead them further away from Hongshan Villa.

Song Jinze rotated the steering wheel with one hand, his voice soft, "We’re going to Qingquan Villa."

"..."

Where was Qingquan Villa?

Ye Zhenzhen pulled out her phone to search, and after seeing the results, she was stunned!

"Do you have a house at Qingquan Villa?"

Qingquan Villa was just a fifteen-minute drive from the film crew, compared to the hour and a half it took to get to Hongshan Villa; it was practically no distance at all.

There was a slight furrow in Song Jinze’s brow, a question had reached his throat, but he swallowed it back and simply hummed in acknowledgment.

"This morning you said that your home was far from where the crew is. You’ll stay at Qingquan Villa for the next few months while shooting. I had someone clean it up during the day."

Ye Zhenzhen’s heartbeat suddenly skipped half a beat. She had merely made a casual remark that morning, yet he had swiftly arranged a new residence for her.

Qingquan Villa and the film city were both in the suburbs, even further from the downtown area than Hongshan Villa. With Jiangcheng being so large, if he were to live with her in the suburbs, wouldn’t it take him even longer to travel to work than usual?

"Wouldn’t that cause you to get stuck in traffic on your way to work?"

"Me?" Song Jinze turned his head to look at her, a mute chuckle escaping him, "I’m grateful that your question wasn’t about where I would live, but rather concerned about whether I’d get stuck in traffic on my way to work."

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

"I have a plane, it takes less than fifteen minutes to reach the top floor of Huanya."

It was also convenient for getting to his office.

"..."

She had almost forgotten that he was the president of Huanya Group, involved in the recent variety show they joined together. How could a president like him be troubled with traffic jams?

They had not yet reached home when Ye Zhenzhen received a call from Qiu Wanshuang.

She was not familiar with Qiu Wanshuang, and they were in a competitive relationship. Receiving a call from her was quite unexpected.

"Zhenzhen, have you arrived home? You and President Song left so quickly earlier, I called after you but you didn’t hear me."

Ye Zhenzhen: "Hmm, what’s the matter?"

They were not friends, and she couldn’t even be bothered to feign the most basic pleasantries.

Calling her this late, it was definitely not just out of concern to see if she had arrived home safely.

Qiu Wanshuang laughed over the phone and then said, "Zhenzhen, here’s the thing, the role of Little Ding Dong hasn’t been finalized yet. I want my daughter to play it, and I just asked the crew about it. They said that Little Ding Dong in the drama is your child, so they need to know what you think."

A cold smile appeared in Ye Zhenzhen’s phoenix eyes. Asking for her opinion?

Her opinion was to refuse.

With Ji Yunyun’s temperament, acting with her would make it clear to anyone who knew how difficult the child was to work with. And those who didn’t know might later say she was bullying Qiu Wanshuang’s daughter.

The most important fact was that Qiu Wanshuang wasn’t easy to deal with either. If her precious daughter got bumped or bruised during the shooting, Qiu Wanshuang might take it personally and verbally attack her behind her back, not even sparing the child.

After all, Ye Zhenzhen was well aware of the schemes Qiu Wanshuang and her agent had pulled off in the past.

"Zhenzhen? Are you listening?"

Ye Zhenzhen cracked the car window open a bit and held her phone out to the cold wind for a few seconds.

"Zhenzhen? Haven’t you arrived home yet? Can you hear what I’m saying?"

Ye Zhenzhen didn’t respond to Qiu Wanshuang’s words and hung up the call directly.

The drama crew was quite interesting too; having Qiu Wanshuang call her directly meant that if she agreed, the crew could easily claim that it was Ye Zhenzhen who chose the child herself.

If she didn’t agree, then everyone would naturally say that it was due to her personal grudges with Qiu Wanshuang, which had nothing to do with the crew.

So, with this call, no matter how she responded, it would be wrong, so she simply chose not to respond and would deal with it the next day on set.

Song Jinze was amused by Ye Zhenzhen’s actions, "If there’s someone you don’t want to deal with, or if you want some resources, you can just tell me."

She loved acting, so she should focus on that, and he would take care of the rest for her.

Ye Zhenzhen cocked her head and flirtatiously winked at him, "President Song, you might as well say, if it gets too bothersome, just come back and be a full-time housewife, and I’ll support you."

"Hmm, that’s not a bad idea, then you should come home to be a full-time housewife, and I’ll support you."

"No thanks, as compared to being a full-time housewife, I prefer having a job I love. In this circle, social interactions are also part of the job, and if you take care of everything for me, then there’s no fun in that."

Song Jinze slightly curved his lips but said nothing, as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

When they arrived at Qingquan Villa, it was already quite late. After getting out of the car, Ye Zhenzhen surveyed her surroundings. The yard wasn’t as big as the one in Hongshan, but it wasn’t small either.

The architectural style here, with its traditional Chinese garden layout, was entirely different from the luxurious modern style of Hongshan. Under the warm yellow light, it appeared both fresh and elegant.

"Do you like it?" he asked her.

"It’s very quiet here, and I like the architectural style."

Originally, she had thought that if the filming ended late and it took too long to get home, staying at the hotel arranged by the crew would be fine. But now it seemed, living at home was much more comfortable.

Song Jinze’s right eyebrow lifted as he responded, "As long as you like it."

The housekeeper came out to lead Ye Zhenzhen into the house, while Song Jinze picked up his mobile phone to call Secretary Zhang. The call rang almost to the point of being cut off before it was finally answered.

"President, what can I do for you?" Secretary Zhang’s voice was evidently tipsy.

Song Jinze furrowed his brows. "Are you drinking outside?"

"Mhm, some classmates from Y country we planned to meet up with, just catching up with them."

Moreover, tomorrow he had the rare occasion of a day off.

Song Jinze didn’t pursue the matter and asked directly, "When was the last time you brought Zhenzhen here to look at the house in Qingquan Villa?"

Secretary Zhang covered his mouth to suppress a hiccup, and after several seconds of careful recollection in his muddled brain, replied, "It’s been almost four months."

That time, Xiao Chen and his wife had a conflict; his wife was filming in the movie city and didn’t want to return home at night, so she just went straight to a hotel to stay.

Within two nights, paparazzi caught wind of it and maliciously fabricated some nonsense that trended online, causing quite a stir. The situation had become quite serious.

After helping to resolve the trending topic, he reported the incident to the president, who was on a business trip overseas. The president’s solution was to give his wife the keys to Qingquan Villa so that she could stay there.

"President, is there anything else?"

Secretary Zhang didn’t understand why the president would suddenly ask about this. After a moment’s thought, he added without filtering, "I later heard from the housekeeper that the madam didn’t stay for more than two days, saying she didn’t like the decorating style there. After noticing that the madam went back home, I didn’t report it to you."

Such a minor issue, when the relationships between the president, madam, and Xiao Chen weren’t good, would have just added fuel to the fire.

Now that the president had brought it up, even though it was all in the past, he thought it best to mention it.

Song Jinze’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, "It’s nothing."

"Oh..."

Secretary Zhang looked at the phone that had been hung up and was a bit dazed.

Based on his understanding of the president, that tone of voice didn’t seem like it was really nothing...