The interview, lasting one hour and eight minutes, came to an end with the interviewee smiling and the host completely stunned.
Jiang Fuyue stood up and gave a slight bow to the camera, her posture perfect and flawless.
As the host, Li Shanshui was instead half a beat slow; only afterward did she step forward, her smile almost slipping.
Below the stage, Han Ting seized the moment, rushed up holding a bouquet of fresh lilies. “Sis, this is for you!”
Just as Jiang Fuyue was about to reach out to take them, the studio doors were pushed open from outside, and a tall figure walked in against the light.
As the distance closed and the lights reached him, the face originally shrouded in shadow suddenly became clear.
The man wore a simple shirt and dress pants, the collar button fastened neatly to the last one. Though his brows and eyes carried a smile, he could not conceal a trace of travel-worn fatigue.
At some point, everyone in the venue had stopped moving, and the sounds of conversation had completely died away.
Han Ting still maintained the posture of handing over the flowers, but his gaze unconsciously fell on the newcomer, momentarily stunned.
Under the gaze of the entire audience, Xie Dingyuan walked step by step toward Jiang Fuyue.
Then, with both hands, he offered the purple tulips in his arms to her. “For you.”
Jiang Fuyue raised her brows. “When did you get back?”
A week ago, Xie Dingyuan had returned to Linhuai to handle company matters. Jiang Fuyue had even driven him to the airport and asked when he would return, he said he wasn’t sure.
Even during their video call last night, he hadn’t revealed anything. She hadn’t expected him to suddenly appear here.
Sure enough…
“Just got off the plane.”
“Why did you suddenly think of giving me flowers?”
“Does a boyfriend need a reason to give flowers to his girlfriend?”
Jiang Fuyue accepted them; a faint fragrance drifted toward her. She lifted her eyes and smiled gently. “Of course not.”
Xie Dingyuan’s lips curved as well. His long arm wrapped around the girl’s slender waist. After greeting several elders of the Han family, the two left together.
Han Ting was still standing there, holding that bouquet of lilies: “?”
Suddenly, Jiang Fuyue paused.
She slipped out of Xie Dingyuan’s arm, turned back, reached out, and took the flowers from Han Ting.
Then she patted his head and said with a smile, “Thank you. They’re very beautiful.”
Only then did she leave with Xie Dingyuan.
Happiness came so suddenly that Han Ting froze in place, still looking dazed, unable to react for quite a while.
Snap, Han Heng flicked his fingers. “Come back to your senses, little fool. Your sister’s already gone and you’re still spacing out?”
Han Ting suddenly turned his head. “Uncle!”
“?”
“How can there be such a kind, cute, beautiful, gentle little fairy like my sister in this world?”
Han Heng said seriously, “Actually, I’ve also been thinking about this question for a long time.”
Everyone: “…” Have some shame?
Meanwhile, Li Shanshui couldn’t help the corners of her mouth twitching wildly; her eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets.
Does your family have some misunderstanding about “kind, cute, beautiful, and gentle”?
…
When leaving, the old master was not very happy.
Han Shen and Han Ke exchanged a glance.
“Third brother, go ask Dad whether he wants to go home for dinner tonight or just eat outside.” Upholding the crafty spirit of “better a fellow suffer than myself,” Han Ke confidently pushed the task onto his younger brother.
Han Heng was lowering his head to look through photos. Hearing this, he didn’t think much and walked two steps to his father’s side. “Dad, tonight…”
“What does that boy from the Xie family mean?”
“Huh?”
“He came and immediately carried off our girl. Isn’t that a bit too arrogant?”
“Well, he did greet us first, didn’t he? That doesn’t really count as ‘carrying off,’ right?”
Han Qishan: “If I tell you beforehand that I’m going to beat you, does that mean it no longer counts as beating you?”
Uh!
What a genius metaphor, he really had no way to answer.
Han Heng: “Since you’re unhappy, why didn’t you stop them at the time?”
And even watched them leave?
Han Qishan choked.
Han Shen stepped forward to the other side and said helplessly, “Dad, didn’t we agree to give the kids space and interfere less in their matters?”
The old master muttered softly, “That’s true, but even if we know a pig is coming, we can’t just watch our family’s cabbage get rooted up, right?”
Xie·Pig·Dingyuan: “Achoo, ”
Jiang Fuyue: “Do you have a cold?”
“No. I guess the old master is scolding me for taking you away.”
Jiang Fuyue treated it as a joke. “If he disagreed, he would’ve stopped us long ago. Why would he scold you behind your back?”
True·Scolding-behind-the-back·Qishan: …
Jiang Fuyue and her group had already left, but the staff still had a lot of post-production work waiting.
“Huh? Sister Li, you haven’t left yet?”
Li Shanshui was tidying her makeup in front of the mirror, somewhat absent-minded. “Oh, Little Wen. Thanks for your hard work today.”
“Not hard at all, not hard at all. You’re the one who worked hard.”
It was just a polite remark, spoken casually, but in Li Shanshui’s ears it sounded different.
She had tried to dig a pit for Jiang Fuyue but ended up being played around by her, of course it was hard work.
“Sister Li, I’ll go get busy first. Take your time.”
“Hey, Little Wen, wait…”
“?”
“Where’s the director? I looked around just now but didn’t see him.”
“He’s in the editing room reviewing footage.”
“Alright, got it. Go ahead.”
“Okay!”
Five minutes later, a knock sounded in the editing room,
The director sounded slightly impatient: “Who is it?”
“It’s me, Li Shanshui.”
“Oh! Sister Li, please come in, ”
“You keep calling me ‘sister,’ are you making fun of me?” Li Shanshui smiled as she sat beside him. Watching the unedited footage on the monitor, she suddenly realized that on stage, doing her professional hosting work, she had been completely suppressed by Jiang Fuyue.
The further she watched, the more regret she felt,
How could she have asked those questions at the time?
The order of questions was also wrong.
And when Jiang Fuyue countered, how could she have answered like that?
It felt like… two people arguing. At the time she was flustered, but afterward she realized she had a whole string of brilliant retorts she hadn’t used.
“Director Kuang, look at this…” Can it be edited a bit?
Before she finished speaking, that same Little Wen from earlier pushed the door open.
“Oh! Sister Li, you’re here to see the director?”
“Yes.” Li Shanshui forced a smile.
“The subtitle team has been looking everywhere for you. They’ve searched the whole floor, only the editing room was left. After all, everyone knows that when you do interviews, you never edit them, you want that raw, original excitement. That’s really impressive!”
Li Shanshui: “…”
Director Kuang: “By the way, Teacher Li, what were you just about to say?”
“Nothing. I’ll go check with the subtitle team. Please continue.”
“Alright.”
Li Shanshui slipped away gloomily.
As she closed the door, she still heard Little Wen speaking to the director:
“Sister Li is really bold, when she says no editing, she really means no editing. So many big-name figures before begged her, and it never worked…”
Director: “Ahem! The audience likes watching those scientists mess up and get embarrassed, otherwise where do you think the ratings come from?”
Little Wen: “But this time, Goddess Yue didn’t mess up…”
Instead, Sister Li… ahem! messed up.
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