One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

Gu Xingze suddenly said, “Let’s take long shots today, and when she’s in good shape, we’ll do close-ups.”

“That’ll do, too!” The director deliberately asked, “Shishi, are you fine to do the backdrops today? Can you hang on a little longer? You can go home early after the shoot to rest.”

“Alright.”

The shoot went exceptionally smooth, thereafter.

Once the superstar finished with his part, he left.

Yun Shishi stayed behind to complete her scenes with Hua Jin. By the time they completed the shoot, it was already seven in the evening.

Since leaving the studio, the young chap had pestered the actress to hitch a ride in her vehicle for one simple reason:

“My car broke down this morning, and it was towed to the mechanics for repair.”

That startled the woman. “Your car… broke down?”

“Yeah, I just bought a pre-owned car. It’s a used Mercedes of over three hundred thousand yuan, but I guess I was screwed by an unscrupulous dealer. It is in a terrible condition and always gives me trouble.”

“Pre-owned car?” The actress was baffled. “I remember you also having your own nanny van and a private car; didn’t you drive a GT-R before?”

The man feigned ignorance and said, “I don’t care; I’m going to ride in your nanny van, anyway. I haven’t experienced such a luxurious nanny van yet.”

“Hua Jin, you seem to be down-and-out recently,” spatted the woman quietly.

Beside her, the man stopped short in his tracks the moment he heard that.

The actress turned her head over her shoulder with a start. There she saw him, still standing on the spot, with a rueful look on his face, and she asked in mild surprise, “What’s wrong?”

“In what way do I seem to be down-and-out?” spouted the man, looking innocent.

“Well, compared to the glamorous time when you’re on the set of ‘Lethal Beauty’, driving a slutty sports car and having seven or eight assistants and agents, you seem to have been keeping a much lower profile these days. Now, you don’t even drive a GT-R but a used car, instead.”

“That’s because I can’t afford a new car! I can’t afford a new Mercedes now.”

“Why?” Her interest was piqued. “What happened to your GT-R?”

“I’ve returned that to her.”

“Huh?”

The actress was so startled that she did not react for a while.

Hua Jin looked up, smiled, and said, “I broke off my relationship with her.”

She looked at him, dumbfounded, and pondered for a few seconds before she realized who the woman he was referring to was. A trace of surprise and relief appeared on her face. “Have you finally broken things off with her?”

“Yes!” The young man slowly caught up with her and explained as he stared into the distance, “After we broke up, I returned her everything—the car, the expensive jewelry, condo, and credit card. To compensate her, I even transferred all the assets in my personal name to her. Erm… Of course, there are bits and pieces of possession left under me still.”

“What’s the fraction?”

“Less than a million, I guess.”

The woman gawked at the figure. “So much for a fraction? I didn’t know you were a Tuhao.”

“What do you think?!” he quipped proudly. “Since my debut, I’ve earned two to three hundred million yuan in remuneration and endorsements, plus some investments.”

She got a shock. “My gosh! So much?!”

“Yes. I sold millions of copies of a photo series in Asia last year.”

“So much?”

“Of course! I also have fans in Japan and Korea. Before that, I sold the rights of one of my movies in Asia, and the ratings in both countries broke the record, so the company struck while the iron was hot and released the photo series and an album in order to make a leeway on the market. However, the market in Japan and Korea has been quite depressed recently.”