017 The Purpose of the Nanny Van

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They rented out an ordinary barbecue restaurant for the wrap-up party. Well, it wasn’t a full booking; there were still some walk-in customers in the main hall. Director Li Zhengkun was quite modest—he arranged the event within their means. Director, cinematographer, sound engineer, lighting, makeup, props… although the crew was small, it was complete. Along with their spouses or children, several tables were occupied.

Hmm? Is it common to bring children to a wrap-up party? Then this independent film really lives up to its name.

They figured, why not indulge a little with the budget saved during filming? So the wrap-up party lacked the usual cinematic atmosphere and instead resembled a community cafeteria gathering, with families appearing as units.

Yin Yunhui quickly understood the situation. Although the renowned independent film company that produced and distributed the shipwreck documentary "That Day, The Sea" was long-established and highly regarded in the industry, it truly did not make money. The crew below were just ordinary people—perhaps with various ideals, believing their work meaningful, but still had to face reality at home. Otherwise, how could that company have started importing films for distribution?

So it was best not to drink too much.

Concerned that these grown men might cause family conflicts if they got drunk, Yin Yunhui made a toast at each table at the beginning of the party. What happened afterward was beyond his control.

With children running around, Yin Yunhui quickly lost any urge to do anything more.

Beside him, Shen Shuaixian crossed his legs and, while pouring wine for Yin Yunhui, deliberately brushed against him, trying to take advantage.

At the peninsula’s drinking tables, pouring wine for each other was customary, so Yin Yunhui retaliated in kind.

Shen Shuaixian’s eyes sparkled, but he didn’t get the follow-up he expected from Yin Yunhui.

This wasn’t going the way he hoped.

“Why the daze? Drink up.”

“Oh, okay.”

Yin Yunhui decided to play it safe and planned to use his own tolerance to get Shen Shuaixian drunk.

Shen Shuaixian’s expression was somewhat odd—could it be that Yin Yunhui liked that kind of vibe?

“Where’s your manager? Weren’t they here this afternoon?”

“My manager had something to do and left early.”

“So how will you get home after dinner? Is your manager coming to pick you up?”

“I’ll go back by myself… or maybe not go back.”

Yin Yunhui was surprised—could things really work like that? Shen Shuaixian, however, looked indifferent:

“My manager isn’t too bad to me, it’s just that the company got a lot of new trainees recently.”

“What did your manager say?”

Curious, Yin Yunhui asked, his tone like the skipped domestic scenes in an action film.

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“He just told me to get to know you, Yunhui, said it’d be beneficial. Didn’t say much else, probably because it wasn’t something convenient to say outright.”

Shen Shuaixian was a little tipsy but still clear-headed:

“Oh, right, my manager used to be an assistant to senior Hyo-min.”

“No wonder.”

Yin Yunhui’s doubts eased somewhat. It made sense that this manager, who could talk directly with President Hong of JTBC, would know him.

He wasn’t familiar with the Hong family of JA Daily, since he hadn’t fully inherited his grandfather’s and the memorial foundation’s networks.

Though the two families were connected through distant in-law relations, no one took that seriously—by that logic, everyone would be related.

Until Yin Yunhui and President Hong could build a new personal connection, the relationship was effectively nonexistent.

So Yin Yunhui wasn’t sure if Shen Shuaixian’s arrival was truly on the manager’s initiative.

The wrap-up party ended, and families left one by one, leaving only a few crew members to clear the set the next day. Director Li Zhengkun, having drunk too much, was already lying in his hotel room.

“Since no one’s picking you up, what do you plan to do? If you want to go back, I can take you.”

Yin Yunhui looked at Shen Shuaixian, who was drunk enough to have taken off his jacket and was resting his head on the table, his pale back flushed.

“...Let me go.”

After a long silence, Shen Shuaixian trembled and finally made his decision.

“Am I a very bad person?”

Yin Yunhui muttered, and his assistant, Sister Jin, responded:

“You’re a great person~”

“Go start the car!”

“Got it~”

Yin Yunhui was a bit embarrassed.

What was wrong with being a little naive and innocent, especially before graduating college? Why insist on being the villain? Must the entertainment industry be this way?

For a first acting role, encountering such trouble was a bit too much.

He had to learn to say no to bad temptations!

He was a progressive person… a believer… and still had a bit of a moral line.

Mainly, he just hadn’t experienced anything like this.

When his grandfather was alive, no one would be foolish enough to deliberately tempt him. But for anything offered on a silver platter, one must remain cautious.

Yin Yunhui helped the very intoxicated Shen Shuaixian to his feet, remembering to pick up his jacket and bag.

Shen Shuaixian instinctively snatched back the bag, seemingly reluctant to let Yin Yunhui see what was inside.

“What’s wrong?”

Yin Yunhui asked casually. Shen Shuaixian stammered but answered:

“You know exactly what’s inside. Just don’t ask, okay?”

“Hmm? So you brought a little umbrella?”

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Yin Yunhui laughed. He had already said it outright, sparing Shen Shuaixian some embarrassment. He couldn’t expect him to be a saint.

“Yeah…”

Shen Shuaixian couldn’t hold back anymore. Doing this kind of thing was still somewhat difficult for her.

Assistant Sister Jin drove the van over and cautiously checked that no paparazzi were nearby.

Yin Yunhui wasn’t concerned about paparazzi; dating or women didn’t seem to threaten him.

Before getting in, Shen Shuaixian gave her address to Sister Jin.

Yin Yunhui’s van was a common Kia MPV, with a modified interior featuring a hard, liftable partition between the driver’s cabin and the rear seats.

The van drove smoothly, and with Sister Jin’s driving skills, it was worth the high salary.

“If you want to do something, now’s your last chance.”

Yin Yunhui couldn’t stand Shen Shuaixian’s hesitant look after getting in. She had performed well during filming.

Why couldn’t she be more straightforward?

He sincerely intended to let her go—she was free to sleep with him or not, and correspondingly, he granted her freedom.

Unfortunately, not everyone could choose so freely.

“I’m afraid you’ll laugh if I say it, but I actually made defensive preparations. I asked my best friend to wait for me at the dorm.

If you tried to force anything on me, I would send her a prearranged message…”

Shen Shuaixian took off her hairpin, then tidied her hair again. She smiled wryly and pulled out mouthwash and other small items from her bag—things she didn’t want Yin Yunhui to see earlier.

“So complicated?”

Yin Yunhui didn’t stop her. He had already reached his limit by now.

“Um, it’s just that you, Yunhui… you give off a feeling that’s… um… too cold…”

Shen Shuaixian slurred, completely unsure of what she was doing or saying.

Her mind was foggy.

“Cold?”

Yin Yunhui heard a word he found hard to understand. No one had ever described him that way—everyone knew the young master Yin was charitable and carried the legacy of his ancestors.

“Ha, so I’m a cold person after all.”

“Really… you treat everyone the same… which means you treat no one well…”

Unintentionally, Shen Shuaixian revealed the truth, though she was too preoccupied to think it through:

“I feel… you don’t care about anyone… so I’m afraid… afraid that my efforts… won’t be reciprocated.”

Yin Yunhui reached out and gently stroked Shen Shuaixian’s bowed head, speaking as if spreading gospel:

“An evil person earns deceptive gain, but one who sows righteousness reaps a sure reward.” (Proverbs 11:18)