True to his word, Zhuang Ling appeared at the hospital early the next day, bringing along a bowl of plain rice porridge and a few side dishes.

"You're weak, the doctor said not to eat too greasy, so I made porridge. At least eat a little bit," Zhuang Ling said as she placed the food on the small table in front of Shu Boheng.

Shu Boheng had never experienced such treatment before. He leaned against a soft pillow, one hand habitually resting on his abdomen as he quietly contemplated his purpose, paying little attention to him. Of course, at the moment he really didn't have the energy. Having just vomited that morning, he currently felt so weak that even opening his mouth to speak felt incredibly powerless. How could he have the appetite to drink any congee?

Zhuang Ling waited for a while but seeing him remaining motionless, couldn't help but raise her head in suspicion. She noticed him leaning weakly against the bed, his lips pale. Suddenly, her heart ached.

"Do you have no appetite?" he asked gently.

Shu Boheng looked slightly uncomfortable and turned his head slightly, "Have you not been working lately?"

Upon hearing these words, Zhuang Ling was taken aback for a rare moment. After a long while, she finally heard his faint voice, like that of a mosquito, saying, "You're sick, how can I still prioritize work?"

"You seem to have forgotten that as long as you haven't terminated your contract for a day, you belong to Tianheng. Of course, cough cough, as a senior of the company, you have the right to say such things."

"Er..." It was only at this moment that Zhuang Ling belatedly realized that Shu Boheng was speaking to him in his capacity as the boss, interrogating him about why he wasn't working.

He involuntarily began to reflect on the endorsements and advertisements that he had rejected without authorization, considering how much loss it would bring to Tianheng. It seemed like he unintentionally caused trouble for Shu Boheng again.

"Aheng, I... I'm sorry."

Shu Boheng simply ignored him and reached out to grope on the bedside table.

"What do you want? I'll get it for you."

"Mobile phone."

Zhuang Ling suddenly remembered that he had turned off Schoenberg's phone and put it in his own pocket to prevent anyone from disturbing him. Feeling a little guilty, he took it out, turned it on, and handed it to Schoenberg.

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Sure enough, as he had expected, as soon as he turned on his mobile phone, various ringtone sounds overlapped and kept ringing incessantly, making the entire hospital ward feel like a concert was taking place.

After finally managing to have a moment of peace, Zhuang Ling was about to relax when another phone call came in. It had only rung twice before Shu Boheng picked it up.

"What's the matter?"

I do not know what was said on the other end of the phone, but Shu Boheng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. In the end, they were almost tight enough to crush a fly. His thin lips pursed tightly, and his eyes lacked any warmth.

Zhuang Ling knew that this was a sign of his anger, and couldn't help but sit down anxiously by the bedside, reaching out and taking hold of his hand.

Shu Boheng paused for a moment and looked at him in surprise before turning his gaze back to the phone. He said, "If he doesn't want to shoot, then forget it. Let him go. Tianheng and Shu's will never work with this person again in the future."

And then, he hung up the phone.

"Aheng, what's wrong?"

Shu Boheng didn't really want to talk to him, but his manners didn't allow him to ignore other people's questions. So he said, "There was an issue with the spokesperson, the artist was throwing a tantrum and not cooperating with the shooting."

"Is it the 'Starfield' that's going to be launched soon?"

"How do you know?"

"...He certainly knew, he knew it too well! In his past life, it was exactly at this time that 'Starry Sky' was about to be launched, and an artist played a diva and ended up botching the endorsement. Because they couldn't find a suitable candidate, the release date was constantly postponed, to the point of missing the promotional event and losing a crucial opportunity for collaboration."

Zhuang Ling also learned this later on. "Starry Sky" was personally designed by Shu Boheng for himself, intending to give it to himself as a birthday gift.

And at that time, Tian Heng also approached oneself, hoping to personally take on the role of spokesperson, in order to better showcase the exquisite luxury of the wristwatch. However, it was rejected without hesitation.

Because during this period, it was the time when I had the fiercest quarrels with Shu Boheng.