Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 64 - The Main Parties Themselves are Promoting the CP
Chapter 64: The Main Parties Themselves are Promoting the CP
In the end, Chen Die’s voice was almost hoarse before it finally ended. She had to blindly apologize just to survive, though she had no idea what exactly she was apologizing for.
Wen Liang made it very clear through actions — even though he was almost thirty, his stamina was absolutely unquestionable.
Afterward, still in a daze, Chen Die barely managed to take a shower before collapsing into bed, completely forgetting to check the message Xue Mu had sent her.
Chen Die thought the matter would end there — but it didn’t. Wen Liang, being petty, kept brooding over Xue Mu’s casual comment that their rumored relationship ‘might just be gossip.’
He even did something unprecedented: he agreed to an interview request from a financial news outlet.
There had been plenty of magazine interview invitations before, especially when the rumors about him and Chen Die were trending earlier in the year, but Wen Liang had always turned them down. He didn’t like the spotlight.
So his acceptance this time genuinely surprised Zhu Qicong.
But thinking about it, with the company set to launch a new project next month, maybe he was just doing some early publicity. Zhu Qicong didn’t dwell on it.
Friday evening.
The reporter, who had previously scheduled the interview with Wen Liang, arrived at the company right on time. The interview was set in the meeting room next to the chairman’s office; the camera was already set up in advance.
After wrapping up a report from the technical department manager, Wen Liang went straight over.
This financial news channel was known for its professionalism, and the questions prepared were very much aligned with Wenyuan Group’s current development trajectory. It was clear they had done their homework.
Although Wen Liang didn’t say much when answering, his few words were clear and concise, fully addressing each question.
After a few questions, the phone placed on the table outside the camera’s view rang.
The reporter paused the recording, picked up the phone to hand it to him — and accidentally caught a glimpse of the phone screen.
Chen Die.
This was big news…
Even though it was a financial magazine, it still relied on sales to survive.
When Wen Liang finished his call, the female reporter plucked up her courage and asked, “Mr. Wen, is the person on your phone’s lock screen Ms. Chen Die?”
She had fully prepared herself for a rejection. But to her surprise, the usually stern Wen Liang actually smiled a little and answered openly, “Yes.”
The reporter froze for a moment, then asked, “Actually, the public is very curious about your love life. You’re now 29 years old, and Wenyuan Group is growing stronger. May I ask, are the rumors about you and Ms. Chen Die true?”
Wen Liang leaned back slightly and said, “They’re true.”
“Ah — so you’re pursuing Ms. Chen Die right now?”
“You could say that.”
“I also found out that some projects under Wenyuan’s investment, such as the Gourmet Food Plaza endorsement earlier this year and the variety show <Three Meals a Day>, were related to Ms. Chen Die.”
Wen Liang replied, “Of course, I personally favored choosing Chen Die, but all endorsements and investment projects were decided after comprehensive evaluations by the company. Ultimately, it’s because Chen Die herself is outstanding.”
The next day, the financial magazine clipped this part of the interview and posted it on their official Weibo.
Usually, their posts only got a few hundred comments at most — but this post’s comments, likes, and shares quickly shot past ten thousand and rocketed onto the trending list.
[!!!!!!???? As long as we live long enough, we can finally get WenDie sugar!!]
[Mr. Wen is so loyal, ahhhhh, I’m crying over the god-tier love story of WenDie CP again!!]
[Ughhh it’s true — you have to be as amazing as Chen Die to have someone of such high quality chasing you.]
[Did WenDie get back together today?]
[Did anyone get a clear look at Mr. Wen’s lock screen? It looked like a fansite photo of Chen Die at the airport?]
[I found the original pic! It’s this one!]
Below the comment was the fansite photo they mentioned.
It turned out the lock screen was taken by a well-known fansite from the WenDie CP super topic.
So, the story somehow evolved into—
[So!! Mr. Wen is also a fan of the WenDie super topic?!]
[Hahahahaha LMAO, I’m shipping my own CP!]
[Mr. Wen, are you there?! Can you see us?! Good luck chasing Chen Die!!]
Even the financial magazine itself started operating like an entertainment outlet — this issue of the magazine opened a pre-sale channel and sold over ten thousand copies in just one hour, their sales skyrocketing several times over.
Chen Die only found out about all this that afternoon.
Right after finishing a scene, Zeng Liya waved her over.
“What’s up?” Chen Die walked over.
Zeng Liya handed her the phone.
After reading it, Chen Die was speechless: “…”
Zeng Liya bumped her shoulder and teased, “Just the other day I was talking to Xue Mu about this — Mr. Wen really is super determined chasing after you. Is he really your ex-boyfriend?”
“Ah, yeah,” Chen Die replied numbly.
Over the past few days of filming, Chen Die had grown pretty close to Zeng Liya and was hesitating about whether to tell her the truth — that Wen Liang was actually her boyfriend.
She had just decided to open her mouth when Fang Ruan showed up, calling her from a distance.
Chen Die, relieved, jogged over to Fang Ruan.
Fang Ruan didn’t have anything urgent — just wanted to go over a few upcoming work arrangements.
Chen Die nodded to show she understood, but when she turned around, she saw Zeng Liya pulling Xue Mu aside to chat about something.
Fang Ruan noticed too and laughed, asking, “I heard Xue Mu seems to have a thing for you?”
“Maybe, I’m not really sure,” Chen Die paused, then asked, “Where’d you hear that?”
“I just overheard it from the makeup artist earlier. Even the makeup artist could tell something was off. No wonder Mr. Wen felt the need to assert his claim,” Fang Ruan teased.
“......”
The following days went by quickly.
On the day of the court trial for Fu Wanmei and Chen Shuyuan, Chen Die didn’t attend. Wen Liang sent a representative on her behalf. Since it was a closed trial, Chen Die didn’t get involved at all afterward.
However, the news of Fu Wanmei and Chen Shuyuan being sentenced caused quite a stir in high society. Everyone was gossiping about it behind closed doors.
Even though no one knew the full truth, rumors started to swirl — that Wen Liang, after Wen Huaiyuan’s death, had finally taken action against Fu Wanmei.
Thankfully, Wen Liang didn’t care at all about the gossip.
By the end of June, <A-Xiao> officially wrapped filming.
The crew took a wrap-up group photo, which was posted by the official <A-Xiao> Weibo account.
That evening, the whole crew went out for a wrap party. Huang Sheng had already reserved a hotel in advance.
During filming, Huang Sheng had always been very strict — even Chen Die had been scolded a few times when she couldn’t capture the feeling Huang Sheng wanted — but outside of work, she was actually very easygoing.
Everyone gathered around, chatting and laughing.
“Director Huang, when will our movie be officially scheduled?” Xue Mu asked.
Huang Sheng replied, “It’s still being submitted for approval. Hopefully, it can make it in time for the Golden Week.”
Huang Sheng was known for being decisive and efficient. When she said ‘hopefully,’ it usually meant it would happen. Plus, <A-Xiao> didn’t have any content issues that would block its release, so setting a date should be easy.
Xue Mu tapped his wine glass against the edge of the table: “Then let’s wish <A-Xiao> a successful Golden Week release and a box office smash!!”
Everyone stood up, raising their glasses to clink them together, shouting, “Box office smash!”
Zeng Liya joked, “With Sister Die as our box office guarantee, let’s set a small goal first — breaking one billion!”
Chen Die was embarrassed to be given that title, waving her hands quickly: “No, no, no, that’s way too much pressure!”
Sitting next to her, Huang Sheng also teased, “You know, every movie you’ve been in has broken a billion at the box office. Your success rate is a hundred percent.”
“......”
The wine served at the wrap party was quite strong, and after a few glasses, Chen Die was already feeling a bit tipsy. Her face was flushed and her head was spinning slightly.
Chen Die pressed her palm against her cheek, trying to cool down physically. She lowered her head and saw that Wen Liang had just sent her a message.
[Wen Liang: When will it be over?]
[Chen Die: Probably another two or three hours, we just started.]
[Wen Liang: Okay, I’ll come pick you up after I finish working late.]
Chen Die smiled faintly and sent him a cat emoji.
She put her phone back into her bag and told Huang Sheng she was going to the restroom.
Huang Sheng said, “Oh right, Chuqing is here too. Have you contacted her?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, it’s some friend’s birthday party, I forgot which room, but I ran into her when I was upstairs earlier.”
Chen Die smiled: “I’ll message her in a bit.”
After using the restroom and washing her hands, Chen Die sent Ye Chuqing a message asking where she was, then stood in front of the mirror touching up her makeup.
She had just drunk some soup, so her lipstick had faded a little. She reapplied it neatly and straightened her outfit. Then Ye Chuqing replied.
[Ye Chuqing: Save me.]
[Ye Chuqing: Room 8905.]
Seeing the urgent ‘save me,’ Chen Die was startled but didn’t overthink it — she ran straight to Room 8905.
Sure enough, just like Huang Sheng had said, it was a birthday party.
Chen Die was stunned for a second as Ye Chuqing came over with a bright smile, looping her arm through Chen Die’s and tilting her head as she introduced her to the others: “Hey, didn’t you guys all say you wanted to meet Chen Die? I called her over for you!”
Chen Die quickly composed herself, putting on a graceful smile and waving to greet everyone.
Many of the people here, Chen Die had met once before when she and Ye Chuqing attended a fashion show — all wealthy kids from rich families.
“Darling!” A woman wearing a diamond-studded birthday tiara came over with a big smile, affectionately reaching for Chen Die’s hand. “I’m so honored you came to my birthday party!”
It was the first time Chen Die had been called ‘darling’ by a stranger. Her smile stiffened for a moment before she quickly recovered and shook the woman’s hand. “Happy birthday.”
“Let’s hang out more often! Did you come today because Chuqing specially invited you for my birthday?”
Chen Die: “……”
Ye Chuqing quickly stepped in to answer for her, “No, she just finished filming a movie and was here for the wrap party. I just took the chance to drag her over.”
“What movie?”
“<A-Xiao>, I think,” another woman chimed in with a smile. “I saw online yesterday that they just finished filming, too. Darling, you’re amazing — two leading roles right after debut, and so many fans! Chen Shuyuan couldn’t even compare to one-tenth of you.”
“How could Chen Shuyuan ever be compared to Chen Die? I heard that Chen Shuyuan’s real biological parents don’t even have the surname Chen — their surname is Fan. We should start calling her Fan Shuyuan from now on. How can a fake like her still use the Chen name?”
“Exactly, exactly. And you, darling, are way too forgiving. If it were me, I wouldn’t have let her off so easily. She even hung out with us for so long — what a schemer.”
“I always thought Fan Shuyuan didn’t have the vibe of a true Chen family heiress. She had this small-town aura about her. Turns out, blood really doesn’t lie.”
“By the way, darling, if you ever need anything, just come to us. And about your movie — don’t worry, I’ll book out a whole theater for the premiere and take everyone to see it!”
Chen Die: “……”
Surrounded by a swarm of fake ‘besties’ chattering nonstop, Chen Die managed to handle it with polite smiles and finally followed Ye Chuqing over to a quieter corner.
“What’s going on?” Chen Die asked, “Why did you suddenly drag me over?”
“Save me,” Ye Chuqing said seriously.
Chen Die raised an eyebrow.
Ye Chuqing turned slightly and threw a glance across the room. “These clueless idiots even invited my ex-boyfriend. It’s so awkward I could die.”
Chen Die, curious, looked over. The man was sitting off to the side, looking every bit like an aristocratic young master. But she could only see his side profile, not his full face. Just as she was about to get a better look, Ye Chuqing quickly turned her head back.
“I’m already dying of embarrassment. If he catches me sneaking glances, how am I supposed to live?”
“Okay, okay, I won’t look,” Chen Die laughed and turned her back. “But seriously, he’s an ex. What are you so scared of?”
“You’re obviously someone who’s never had an ex,” Ye Chuqing said with disdain. “After a breakup, whoever looks miserable first loses, got it?”
Chen Die glanced at her — with her flawless makeup, great figure, thriving career, and happy family — and asked curiously, “How are you the one who’s miserable?”
“I’m single.”
“......”
“That guy’s apparently about to get engaged. And those petty bitches just now kept steering the conversation toward my single status,” Ye Chuqing rolled her eyes. “Definitely on purpose. I’m furious.”
Chen Die was just about to say something when the birthday girl personally came over to hand her a glass of wine.
Chen Die thanked her, clinked glasses, and took a sip. After the birthday girl left, Chen Die continued asking, “So after that blind date dinner with Chen Shao, nothing happened?”
“What did you expect to happen?” Ye Chuqing smiled carelessly. “Why? You trying to set up a family alliance or something?”
Chen Die: “……So what’s your plan now? I need to head back soon.”
“Do you know any young, handsome idols in the entertainment industry? Like, really handsome and young?”
“You’re a chairwoman of a film industry association. Shouldn’t you know way more young idols than me? If you post a single message on WeChat Moments, you’d have a line of them outside the building.”
Ye Chuqing: "……"
Even if that’s true, she couldn’t just shamelessly summon them like that.
As they were chatting, another commotion started near the entrance. Ye Chuqing felt her heart sink and immediately regretted coming to this stupid birthday party.
What’s worse than running into your ex after years apart? Running into your ex’s current girlfriend too.
Just then, Chen Die’s phone buzzed — it was Zeng Liya messaging her to hurry back.
Ye Chuqing looked utterly desperate. “If you leave now, I swear I’ll die of awkwardness.”
“......”
Chen Die opened her WeChat Moments and saw that the first post was from Chen Shao, his location marked in the building next door.
She commented: Are you here?
[Chen Shao: ?]
Chen Die, copying Ye Chuqing’s earlier tone.
[Chen Die: Save me.]
[Chen Die: Jinqi Tower, Room 8905.]
Chen Die shook her phone at Ye Chuqing. “Alright, I found your backup. He’s a little older, but I bet he’s not uglier than your ex. You’ll win.”
Ye Chuqing: “……You’re so dead.”
Chen Die kept her company for a little longer before finally heading out — and as soon as she left the room, she bumped right into Chen Shao coming up from the elevator.
Chen Shao frowned deeply and walked up to her. “What are you up to now?”
“......?”
Chen Die briefly explained what had just happened, patted Chen Shao’s shoulder, and left without waiting for his response.
At the wrap party, most people had finished eating and were now onto the next round of festivities — the games were in full swing. As soon as Chen Die walked back in, someone called out to her with great enthusiasm.
“Our crew’s lucky mascot! Stop right there!!” the assistant director pointed at her and shouted.
Chen Die: “?”
Since when did she have that nickname…?
She stopped in her tracks.
The assistant director was clearly drunk. He grabbed a bottle of red wine, poured her a glass, and staggered over to hand it to her. “You’ve been so out of line, we’ve been drinking round after round without you.”
“I just ran into a friend on my way to the restroom and chatted for a bit,” Chen Die smiled and took the wine very readily.
Chen Die joined in the games.
The rules were simple — no thinking needed, just pure luck. Whoever the mouth of the spinning bottle pointed to had to drink.
It was so rough and straightforward that it wasn’t surprising the assistant director was already so drunk after such a short time.
If it were a game based on skill, Chen Die might have had a chance. But games based purely on luck? She was notoriously unlucky. In no time, she had already downed several drinks.
She’d had champagne at the birthday party earlier, and now she was drinking red wine — the combination of the two hit her fast.
The bottle spun and landed on Chen Die again. After drinking another glass, she finally raised a little white flag. “I’m done. You guys go ahead.”
A few people tried to persuade her, but Chen Die stood firm — no more drinking.
She had experience drinking at university parties with friends and knew how to pace herself in group settings. The moment she felt dizzy, she’d completely stop.
But today, the champagne and red wine had both gone down like soda — smooth, sweet, and deceptively mild. She didn’t notice anything wrong while drinking, but now that she was sitting still, the alcohol was slowly creeping up on her.
It was like a chemical reaction happening inside her.
Chen Die went to grab a towel from a disinfection cabinet, wet it, and pressed it against her face to cool down.
Unfortunately, it didn’t help much — even her throat started to feel like it was burning.
Propping her chin on one hand, she sat off to the side, drowsily watching everyone continue the game. After she quit, it seemed like the god of bad luck had turned his sights on Xue Mu — he ended up drinking three rounds in a row.
Xue Mu was young and stubborn, refusing to believe his luck could be that bad, so he kept drinking, his neck turning red but still determined to keep going.
Meanwhile, Wen Liang had finished his work overtime and came to pick up Chen Die. After arriving at the Jinqi Tower and getting no response to his messages, he had no choice but to come upstairs. And when he pushed open the door, what he saw was two drunkards leaning on each other, chatting about who knows what.
Those two drunkards were none other than Chen Die and Xue Mu.
Wen Liang’s expression instantly darkened.
The rest of the room also turned around at the sound, and when they saw Wen Liang standing at the door, the entire banquet hall fell silent — except for the two drunkards, who were still very seriously discussing academic matters.
Chen Die slapped Xue Mu on the shoulder with a resounding smack, and with great seriousness said, “Little brother!”
Wen Liang narrowed his eyes.
He had told her not to mess around with any ‘older brother’ nonsense, and now she had gone and pulled out a ‘little brother’ instead.
Chen Die hadn’t noticed Wen Liang’s arrival, and the others didn’t know how to react to the scene.
Her face was flushed, her hand still resting firmly on Xue Mu’s shoulder. She bent down slightly, whispering like they were sharing secrets between brothers.
“You’re only 19!” Chen Die said.
Xue Mu, already slurring, cursed and corrected her, “I’m f***ing 20 already!”
“So what,” Chen Die said, amused, “I’m still three years older than you. I’m not interested in anyone younger than me.”
Everyone else: “……”
If they had known Wen Liang would show up, they definitely wouldn’t have let Xue Mu play any drinking games.
He had drunk too much and ended up confessing his love to Chen Die, right here in front of half the entertainment industry — a public confession like that was practically unheard of.
Which led to the current situation: two drunk fools arguing.
Xue Mu insisted, “That’s just prejudice! I may be young, but my mental age is super mature!”
Chen Die laughed bluntly, “Your mental age isn’t even 20 yet.”
Xue Mu: “Doesn’t matter, I still like you!”
Chen Die asked curiously, “What do you like about me?”
“You’re pretty,” Xue Mu said honestly.
Wen Liang had heard enough. He reached out, grabbed Chen Die by the back of her collar, and hauled her up from the chair.
Chen Die stumbled to her feet with the pull, turned her head, and through her hazy, drunken vision, locked eyes with Wen Liang. For a second, she thought she was hallucinating.
She blinked. And blinked again.
Xue Mu still had his head down. Not hearing a response from Chen Die, he thought maybe he hadn’t given enough reasons and kept talking: “Um… you also have a great personality, and you're really serious about your work.”
As he spoke, Xue Mu looked up to meet her eyes.
...Huh?
Where did she go?
He looked up further — and suddenly, without warning, locked eyes with Wen Liang.
Wen Liang wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze had been fixed firmly on Chen Die’s face the whole time.
Chen Die, meanwhile, had been staring at Wen Liang for who knows how long, dazedly trying to confirm if the person in front of her was really Wen Liang and not just a drunken hallucination.
Still dizzy, forgetting where she even was, she lifted her arms, clumsily wrapping them around Wen Liang’s neck, throwing herself into his arms with a sticky, sweet voice: “When did you get here?”
Wen Liang frowned slightly, his face dark and heavy. “Why did you drink so much again?”
By now, Chen Die was very skilled at coaxing Wen Liang. She tilted her head and kissed his cheek.
Because she was drunk, she was extra unrestrained — mua!
A loud, clear smack.
Everyone else — except for Huang Sheng, who already knew the situation — froze on the spot.
What the hell just happened???
Did they… did they just kiss?? THEY DID, RIGHT??!!
Wasn’t this the same woman the internet said was stuck in a tragic love story? How the hell did this turn into her throwing herself into someone’s arms???
So are we seriously sitting here getting force-fed dog food right now??? [dog food = witnessing other people's PDA]
Everyone exchanged stunned looks, completely floored. And then, in perfect unison, turned their sympathetic eyes toward Xue Mu.
Was there anyone more pitiful than Xue Mu right now?
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