Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?

In the afternoon, since Li Jing had already made arrangements in advance with Wen Lan, he wasn't in a hurry to take An Tong to buy a watch.

As soon as Li Jing got downstairs to the hotel entrance, he saw Wen Lan driving a BMW Mini parked in the front yard, lowering the car window and calling out to him brightly.

Seeing this, Li Jing walked over and got in, sitting in the passenger seat.

Wen Lan was dressed simply and casually today, wearing a gray trench coat over a dark turtleneck sweater.

Wen Lan seemed to like turtleneck sweaters very much. Even though the weather wasn't too cold, around fifteen degrees, with some people even wearing short sleeves on the street, Wen Lan was already wearing a sweater and trench coat.

This trip was to visit the wife of the author of "Mortal." The original author had passed away in middle age, and his works and related matters had always been managed by his wife, Chen Hua.

However, Chen Hua was already in her sixties at this time, not in the best health, and had been hospitalized for many years, so Wen Lan frequently went to visit her.

After Li Jing learned about this, he also planned to go along with her to pay a visit.

To him, great writers belonged to a high knowledge, high-income class that he couldn't reach earlier, so this time, he took the opportunity to ask Wen Lan to take him along to satisfy his curiosity about such people.

Since gaining wealth, Li Jing had also developed an interest in learning about circles he previously couldn't access, especially people he had heard of but never met, like this writer and his family.

But the writer's wife turned out to be much more humble than he imagined.

Li Jing had expected her to be living in a private hospital with better services, but upon arriving at the hospital, he discovered she was staying in the most ordinary First People's Hospital.

Wen Lan habitually kept her hands in the pockets of her trench coat, her short hair flowing elegantly in the wind as she walked.

She led the way while introducing to Li Jing, "Currently, the copyright of 'Mortal' is managed by Mr. Chen, and our collaboration is also discussed with Mr. Chen."

"Mr. Chen?" Li Jing was surprised, knowing she referred to the writer's wife, Chen Hua, and curiously asked, "Do you usually call her Mister?"

"Yes, we all admire Mr. Chen greatly. She has donated most of her wealth and has done a lot of public welfare work. Moreover, she's highly knowledgeable, so we've taken to referring to her as Mr. Chen."

After listening to her explanation, Li Jing nodded slightly.

In modern times, women who have achieved excellence and have profound accomplishments in academic, cultural, or artistic fields are often respectfully addressed as "Mr." by many.

Actually, Li Jing had, in his previous work, accompanied company leaders to a national exchange conference where he also witnessed an elderly female expert being addressed as Mister.

This kind of address is currently typical within circles where insiders refer to women who have made major contributions in their field as Mister, as a form of respect, without having strict criteria. Outsiders generally don't use this address.

However, for this Mr. Chen to earn the respect to be called Mister by people in her circles, she must indeed have reasons worth respecting.

Thinking of this, Li Jing's demeanor gradually became more respectful and serious, shedding his previous carefree and indifferent attitude.

Li Jing's change did not escape Wen Lan's keen observation.

For a director, the ability to closely observe shifts in others' expressions is a skill she's good at.

At this point, noticing Li Jing's transformation, Wen Lan felt a trace of surprise and also formed a slightly different opinion of Li Jing.

They arrived at the hospital's inpatient department.

A staff member was already waiting early in the hall.

Upon seeing Wen Lan, he immediately stepped forward and handed over the prepared bouquet and fruit basket, then glanced at Li Jing and whispered, "Director Wen, I've already asked the nurse, and Mr. Chen has just woken up and can be visited."

Wen Lan nodded, told Li Jing "Let's go," and entered the elevator, expertly pressing the floor button.

"Mr. Chen hasn't had children; she has lived a simple and frugal life."

In the elevator, Wen Lan watched the increasing elevator level on the display screen and explained, "Upon learning I was going to shoot 'Mortal,' she charged a very low copyright fee, otherwise the cost of my movie would have increased significantly."

Hearing this, Li Jing nodded, "Such a person's spiritual world must be rich. And she also hopes her husband's work could be filmed and viewed by everyone in another form."

Wen Lan nodded and didn't say more, waiting for the elevator to arrive, holding the flowers, and walked out.

Chen Hua's hospital room was a single room at the end of the corridor.

Li Jing's first feeling upon entering the room was emptiness and cleanliness.

In the spacious and simple hospital room, apart from the hospital bed in the center, there was only a lone chair and some bouquets of flowers placed in the corner.

"Xiaowen, you're here again?"

Upon spotting Wen Lan, the middle-aged woman sitting on the hospital bed reading a book showed a slight joy in her expression, hurriedly took off her reading glasses, and said, "You're so busy, there's really no need to always come to see me."

"Mr. Chen, actually I'm not that busy; I can always find one or two days in a month, it doesn't delay anything."

Wen Lan smiled as she put down the flowers, immediately stepping forward to help the person who wanted to sit up straight, then skillfully picking up a pillow and placing it behind her back.

Seeing this, Li Jing also quickened his pace, went to the foot of the patient's bed, and squatted down to raise the bed's backrest for her.

Though the bed had already been partially elevated by the nurse, she evidently wanted to sit up a bit more upon seeing Wen Lan.

Noticing Li Jing's unfamiliar face, Chen Hua was somewhat puzzled and turned to ask Wen Lan, "Who is this..."

"Mr. Chen, this is President Li, also the main investor of our movie. Thanks to President Li's generous funding, we can start filming so soon."

"Oh, an investor."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hua quickly became a bit more serious, made an effort to sit up and reach out, smiling at Li Jing, "President Li, thank you..."

"Please don't get up, you can stay seated."

Seeing her trying to get up to shake his hand, Li Jing quickly stepped forward to hold her aged hand and smiled, "I've always liked the book 'Mortal,' and Director Wen is one of the country's talented young directors; investing was only right."

Mentioning Wen Lan, Chen Hua seemed particularly appreciative, "Yes, Xiaowen is indeed very outstanding, and kind-hearted. These days, it's rare to find such an excellent and kind young woman."

Wen Lan, on the side, made tea for her while laughing, "No matter how excellent I am, I'm not as amazing as you, you've always been my role model."

"I can't be your role model. At your age, you're already way more exceptional than I ever was."

"That's just because of the different eras. Had you been in our time, you'd have been an extraordinary woman..." The genuine article resides on M|V|L&EMPYR.

"Haha, you cunning girl, always flattering me..."

Wen Lan and Chen Hua easily started chatting, clearly more relaxed and natural compared to Li Jing's dinner the night before.

Li Jing watched from the side, noticing the other side of Wen Lan.

Then, he simply sat on the nearby chair, watching Chen Hua and Wen Lan converse, occasionally chiming in, creating a relaxed, harmonious, and warm atmosphere.

Despite the slight hoarseness in Chen Hua's voice due to age and health, her graceful speech and gentle tone made conversing or listening to her incredibly pleasant.

After about twenty minutes, a nurse came in as if to perform a routine check.

Seeing Chen Hua a bit weary, Wen Lan took the opportunity to say goodbye.

...

Leaving the hospital room, Wen Lan glanced at Li Jing beside her, "I mentioned that Mr. Chen's situation wasn't particularly interesting, did you find it boring following along here?"

"Boring?"

Li Jing shook his head, "No, on the contrary, I found it quite intriguing. Even though I didn't actively join in your conversation, listening to your discussion, especially some of Mr. Chen's viewpoints, helped calm my recent restlessness."

Wen Lan was a bit surprised at Li Jing's answer, but seeing he didn't seem to be lying, paused and said, "Looks like you're not quite as I thought."

"Oh?" Li Jing raised his eyebrows, "What did you think I was like?"

Recalling last night's dinner, Wen Lan slightly pursed her lips:

"Not easy to get along with, very pretentious."