Chapter 012 Accidental Encounter on the Return Journey 2_1

Although she had written many a heart-wrenching romance drama, Lu Qingqing herself was quite calm and pragmatic. In her years in society, the many people and experiences she'd encountered made her realize that love was far from everlasting.

Counting on a man for a sense of safety was not as reliable as forging a stable career for oneself.

Men could betray you, but your career and money would not.

Tang Tang shook her head, showing slight disagreement, "The sense of achievement from being self-sufficient brings you what you might call a sense of security, but a man's contributions to you can give you a feeling of happiness. The same goes for money. As an outsider looking in, I feel that your relationship with Chen Yuxuan has not brought you happiness."

Her implication was clear: Chen Yuxuan's contributions to her were limited.

"Don't worry about me; I don't need your concern. But you should make a plan for yourself. You can't give up on your career just because you're marrying into a wealthy family," Lu Qingqing advised Tang Tang with serious concern, "Being a full-time housewife in a wealthy family may seem prestigious and free from financial worries, but it gets tedious over time. Also, no one can guarantee that things won't change in the future, so you need to have a backup plan."

Placing your future in a man's hands, allowing him to decide the quality of your life, is the most naive thing to do.

Listening to her good friend's advice, Tang Tang chuckled, "I get what you're saying, and I agree with you. Even though I quit my job in Pengcheng because I'll be settling in Hong Kong, I don't plan on being a full-time housewife. Wang Ming says I'm most charming when I'm working, and he's asked me to join Mingyuan Group after we're married."

"That's good."

It meant that Wang Ming did not see Tang Tang as a mere trophy wife. Some tycoons were wary of letting their spouses work in the company for fear of financial disputes in case they later separated.

"I've told Wang Ming that I want to go to Mingyuan Entertainment," continued Tang Tang.

Lu Qingqing paused, asking her why. Tang Tang laughed, "Have you forgotten what your job is? You're a well-known author, a top screenwriter. I want to collaborate with you!"

Lu Qingqing couldn't help but smile, "Sure, I've got a few great scripts in my hand that I haven't told anyone about."

Tang Tang immediately clasped her hand, "Good sister, you must save them for me!"

She knew all too well what kind of writing talent Lu Qingqing was. She rose to fame as a youth and was earning millions a decade ago. In those ten years, every novel and drama she wrote was a bestseller and won countless awards. Many film and television companies were holding bags of money begging for her scripts.

However, she rarely met people in person, communicating through QQ, WeChat, or emails instead to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Even so, no one called her antisocial. On the contrary, people thought she had personality.

"As long as the actors are up to snuff and the crew doesn't arbitrarily change my scripts, I'll have no problem working with you in the future." The social climate was deteriorating, and people were becoming increasingly impetuous. Lu Qingqing hated the widespread insidious rules of the entertainment industry, so as she gained more status, she became pickier with her partners.

The more stringent she became, the more others believed in her ability.

In her hands, she had one TV drama script, three movie scripts, and two intellectual properties with significant clout. They were all crafted with meticulous care, products of laborious effort, which she had been reluctant to sell.

Tang Tang shook her hand, "Dear, it's a promise!"

"It's a promise, a promise!" Lu Qingqing's hand was numb from the shaking, "But don't forget that today is your big day. Have a nice soak in the bath to relax, it's your wedding night!"

"You're terrible!"