Si Fuqing fell silent, her expression unchanged amidst the realization that the director might harbor some masochistic tendencies.
Could his reverence for Yu Xiheng also stem from a history of oppression?
"Understood," Si Fuqing replied, her demeanor calm. "I recommend you read the Chinese version of 'The Chronicle of Emperor Yin'. It contains true historical facts."
The director clenched his fist with resolve, "Absolutely! Miss Si, let me tell you more..."
An hour later, after finally escaping the director's company, Si Fuqing returned to her private hotel only to find Nian Tingchu leaning against the wall, his face shadowed with the hues of fatigue, evidently worn from lack of rest.
Pausing in her steps, she approached him, "Uncle?"
"Qingqing?" Nian Tingchu woke with a start, gripping a test tube in his hand. He spoke softly, cautiously, "I've brought the blood samples, and on your side..."