Chapter Eleven: Off to Fish for a Golden Husband!

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Fu Wenhan approached the study reserved for Old Master Fu and gently knocked on the door.
“Grandfather, it’s me.”
“Come in.”
Fu Wenhan pushed the door open, and a blend of scholarly fragrance mixed with a faint sandalwood scent greeted him.
Old Master Fu wore a pair of reading glasses and sat behind a large pearwood desk, deeply engrossed in an ancient thread-bound book.
Hearing the sound, he slowly looked up, removing his glasses. His eyes were sharp and bright.
Though his skin had loosened and wrinkles crept across his face, his refined features revealed that he had once been a handsome man in his youth.
The men of the Fu family were all extraordinarily good-looking.
“Has the hospital been busy lately?” Old Master Fu closed the book and set it aside.
“Not too bad,” Fu Wenhan replied calmly as he took a seat opposite him.
“Hmm.” Old Master Fu appraised his most favored grandson—his sharp eyebrows, steady demeanor—each aspect satisfying to him.
He lifted the teacup beside him and leisurely blew on the foam, casually asking, “Recently... have you started seeing someone?”
Fu Wenhan raised an eyebrow, curious why his grandfather would ask, and answered confidently, “No.”
“Is that so?” Old Master Fu took a sip of tea, his gaze laden with meaning.
The ever-dutiful butler, Fu Bo, standing respectfully nearby, bowed slightly and spoke cautiously, “Master, Young Master, there’s something... I’m not sure if I should say.”
“Speak.”
Clearing his throat, Fu Bo continued, “There have been rumors outside that Third Young Master Fan has been complaining everywhere that while dining with his fiancée, halfway through the meal, she was... taken away by the eldest young master of the Fu family. There’s even a photo of the eldest young master’s car.”
The moment those words fell, the air in the study thickened.
Old Master Fu slammed his teacup down on the desk with a sharp crack, tea splashing out.
His expression darkened as he scolded Fu Bo harshly, “Such trivial nonsense brought before me? Find someone tomorrow to shut that Third Young Master Fan’s mouth! My grandson wouldn’t stoop to snatch a woman from anyone! Who does he think he is?”
Fu Wenhan was puzzled—when had he ever entangled himself with such a figure?
He calmly lifted his eyes toward Fu Bo and asked evenly, “When did this happen?”
“Just in the past couple of days, I heard it was the night before last.”
The night before last... dinnertime...
He had met Xu Miao then, hadn’t he?
Could she really be Third Young Master Fan’s fiancée?
Old Master Fu watched his grandson’s expression carefully, suddenly piecing things together.
He reined in his anger and spoke casually, “Wenhan, your engagement to the Xiang family girl was arranged long ago. You can play around outside, I won’t interfere, but don’t fall in love for real. Know your priorities.”
Fu Wenhan’s thoughts snapped back. He met his grandfather’s gaze directly, a trace of coldness barely perceptible in his tone. “That engagement was arranged by Lin Yuan. I never agreed. Besides, grandmother hasn’t agreed either, has she?”

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Old Master Fu’s face darkened. “Your father is incompetent. The Fu family has been holding steady these past years because of my old bones! If you marry into the Xiang family, at least the Fu family’s position in South City will be secured for another decade!”
After Fu Wenhan’s mother disappeared, his father married Lin Yuan. After Fu Xin Ye was born, he went abroad and never returned.
To Fu Wenhan, his father was an eccentric, self-centered man.
“Grandfather, rest assured,” Fu Wenhan interrupted before his grandfather finished speaking, his tone confident, “I have a clear plan. The Fu family will expand into many promising fields over the next ten years.”
“You have a plan?” Old Master Fu scoffed angrily. “You’ve been at the hospital these past few years, barely involved in family business. How can I trust that?”
“Grandfather, I have my arrangements. Don’t worry.” Fu Wenhan stood up, unwilling to continue this topic. “Don’t try to convince me about marrying into the Xiang family. You should try convincing grandmother instead.”
With a slight nod, he turned and left the study.
Fu Wenhan pondered the rumors the butler mentioned and gave a self-mocking smile.
So, she was Third Young Master Fan’s fiancée.
Very well.
She had deceived him again.
All that talk about part-time jobs and being harassed was just her dining with her fiancé.
Xu Miao didn’t want to face her fiancé, so she used him as a shield?
He took out his phone, intending to confront her on WeChat about the truth.
But as he picked up his phone, a notification popped up—a pending transfer.
Xu Miao had sent him two thousand yuan.
For some reason, seeing that money made him feel even more like a pawn.
Like she had hired him.
Fu Wenhan clenched his jaw and immediately clicked “Return.”
Then, with a sharp snap, he tossed the phone onto a bench in the corridor, the dull thud echoing. His handsome face was cloaked in frost.
Meanwhile, Xu Miao received the message that Fu Wenhan had declined the transfer.
He had returned the money.
Clearly, he felt insulted. Two thousand yuan probably didn’t even cover a meal for him.
Xu Miao’s fingers hovered over the chat box for a long time, typing and deleting, her mind a chaotic mess.
How should she explain? Or if she sent more, would he think she was overdoing it and refuse again?
Just as she was about to tear her hair out, her phone screen suddenly lit up with a call from “Senior Brother Chen Yunmo.”
Xu Miao steadied herself and swiped to answer.
“Hello, senior brother.”
“Miao Miao, it’s urgent!” Chen Yunmo’s voice was frantic from the other end. “There’s a last-minute problem with the crew. We’re short ten extras for tonight’s big scene! Can you come help? Consider it saving your senior brother’s life!”
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Xu Miao hesitated. “What crew?”
“‘The Nine Heavens’! An S-level production! Come on, it’ll be a great experience. Three hundred yuan per day, meals provided!”
‘The Nine Heavens’?
Xu Miao’s heart leapt. This was a fantasy drama adapted from a major IP five years ago; the production standards must be high.
For a film directing student like her, seeing the crew, the director’s coordination, was a valuable learning opportunity.
She instantly forgot about Fu Wenhan’s matters.
“Okay! I’m on my way! Send me the address!”
Changing into casual clothes, tying her hair into a ponytail, grabbing her bag, she rushed out the door.
Half an hour later, at the filming base in the film city.
Xu Miao arrived at the location Chen Yunmo sent, using the photo of her work permit he provided to enter.
In front of a massive green screen, the crew and cameramen were still setting up. Walkie-talkies crackled with instructions from the assistant director and director. Xu Miao was completely fascinated.
Chen Yunmo, with tousled hair, pushed through the crowd. Seeing Xu Miao, his eyes lit up.
“You finally made it! Hurry, go get your makeup and costume!”
Chen Yunmo had once been well-known at university. As student council president, he was gentle and refined, steady in his work, beloved by teachers and admired by many female students.
Though working on the crew made him look somewhat unkempt, it gave him a rogue charm.
As he pulled her along, Xu Miao curiously scanned the surroundings, her eyes shining. “Senior brother, this crew is amazing. If you need, I can be your assistant director—for free! I just want to learn!”
Chen Yunmo paused, softened by her enthusiasm, and smiled, patting her head. “Alright, as long as you don’t mind the work. I’ll tell the producer. The crew’s short on people, so it’ll be a good excuse to introduce you to the production company. You’re interning this year, right?”
Xu Miao was overwhelmed with gratitude, nodding eagerly.
An hour later, when Xu Miao emerged from the makeup room, Chen Yunmo was stunned.
She wore a pale blue gauzy dress—the simplest fairy attendant costume, with slightly coarse fabric. Yet on her, it looked ethereal and lively.
Her long hair was simply pinned up with a wooden hairpin; her makeup was light and natural, enhancing her delicate features and flawless skin.
Especially her eyes—they sparkled like clear springs under the set lights, shimmering with moisture.
Chen Yunmo, who had been talking with the stage manager, turned around and froze, mouth slightly open, words forgotten.
The stage manager followed his gaze and clicked his tongue. “Director Chen, this new extra... is quite eye-catching.”
Feeling their stares, Xu Miao became self-conscious and began doubting if her makeup was appropriate.
“Is my makeup too awful? I hope it’s not a problem.”