My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 980 - 889: War of Words

At that moment, Qin Miaomiao sensed this was a great promotional opportunity and asked the young director, "I know directors speak through their works. I hope to create something like behind-the-scenes footage, so the audience can understand not just your work but also more about you as a person. Do you agree?"

The young director was taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement. In fact, he didn’t fully understand Qin Miaomiao’s meaning; he nodded instinctively. He was still pondering Qin Miaomiao’s earlier question about the initial inspiration for creating his works.

Qin Miaomiao had commercial insight and was adept at seizing opportunities, but she didn’t like exposing herself in front of the camera. So, she placed a pinhole camera on the desk, turning her conversation with the young director into regular informal communication.

The young director didn’t mind the pinhole camera. He was immersed in his own thoughts, feeling somewhat excited.

"I used to have autism."

"At that time, my parents thought I was mute or a fool. Because our family was poor and couldn’t afford medical treatment, they anxiously had a second child."

"A mute fool who didn’t respond to anything or anyone, compared to a very clever younger son, naturally people would prefer the younger child."

"So in my impression, home was just a house with two people cooking. Enough to eat, clothes to keep warm. That’s all."

"But actually, an autistic child is like a window opened by God. Such people are closer to the boundary between genius and madness. This is something my teacher told me."

"He came to our village for inspiration, discovered me, and took me away. From then on, my life changed."

"After returning to my country, the first thing I did was go back to that village."

"It had been many years, I thought I had long forgotten those two people. After all, in my mind, the person fulfilling the role of elder had always been my teacher. And my return to the village was a task arranged by him."

"To complete the task, I met my biological parents. When I saw them trying cautiously to please me..." the young director demonstrated with his hands, "I entered the house, and they lifted the curtain for me. During meals, they kept asking if there was enough food, making sure I had new bedding to sleep on..."

"The next day, they brought out things from my childhood. These items were neatly organized in a wooden box, which was locked with an iron lock, the key hidden at the very bottom of the wardrobe."

"Broken old items that no one uses now, treasured by them like precious gems."

"I stayed at the house for one night and left, taking a neighbor’s tricycle. The neighbor told me they gave me away out of desperation at the time because they feared they couldn’t raise me."

"When I looked back at the village, that feeling of eternity and a fleeting moment, the emptiness and loneliness that make one want to cry but can’t... that’s the final scene in the movie."

"That was this film’s initial inspiration. After much processing, it became the work you see now."

Qin Miaomiao finished chatting with the young director and saw a WeChat message from Hua Tiantian. Hua Tiantian asked her, do you know about the online battle on Weibo?

Qin Miaomiao, of course, did not know.

Having just chatted with the young director, Qin Miaomiao took the valuable time to check the Weibo trends. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The battle on Weibo initially started from Mo Wenwan’s national tour event for her movie’s main character.

During a certain event in the City, the host asked directly, "You two are here to promote your new film. What do you think is the biggest advantage of your new film?"

The female artist, flaunting a face with a pointed chin and swaying willow waist, said, "My fan base will definitely support me, won’t they?"