CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 119: THE GATHERING

Zhang He spoke with considerable authority, though it didn’t quite intimidate the man beside her, it left a few newbies at a distance looking stunned.

Little Yuan tightly grasped the rattan chair beside her, twitching the corner of her mouth,

"Ha, hahaha, Sister Zhang He is really valiant, isn’t she?"

She looked towards Ruan Xingwen for help.

At this moment, her heart turned cold, boohoo, she would now be working under the famous iron lady of the entertainment industry! Whether she could satisfy her or not was uncertain. Would she be replaced if she wasn’t satisfactory?

Ruan Xingwen noticed the unease in Little Yuan’s eyes and soothingly patted her back, softly saying:

"Don’t worry, it’s fine. Sister He is a very nice person, don’t fret."

Yu Yue also chimed in from the side:

"Yes, apart from having a quick temper, putting hands on people, and maybe a couple cutting words, Sister He is very nice."

This kind of reassurance scared Little Yuan even more.

She was just a small assistant who hadn’t seen much of the world, having followed Ruan Xingwen since she started working.

In those years, she hadn’t experienced big scenes — she seldom went to crews, and even when she did, she didn’t stay long.

Now Ruan Xingwen had a new opportunity, and she was carried along with it beyond her expectations, but she was actually quite uneasy at heart.

Little Yuan knew exactly how capable she was — she didn’t want to hold Ruan Xingwen back, but clearly, this wasn’t the time to talk about it. It would be better to discuss it when it was just her and Ruan Xingwen.

Composing herself, Little Yuan smiled slightly, "Got it, I’m fine."

Ruan Xingwen watched her forced smile, a little uneasy, but also knowing it wasn’t the time to say anything, so he held back his words, waiting for a suitable moment to talk with Little Yuan properly.

"Anan, is Xing a star? Like an Andis kind of star?"

Andy thought about it, "Sort of, but Andis sings, whereas Ah Wen is an actor who acts in TV series and movies."

An Qi nodded thoughtfully.

Not drawing any attention, she quietly took out her phone, sending a message to someone far away abroad.

[Andis, I met an angel-like boy. From now on, you’re no longer my prince charming.]

The person was in the dressing room backstage preparing for a tour concert.

Seeing An Qi’s message startled him, then he tightly gripped the phone.

He carefully re-read the message to ensure it was from An Qi.

"Bang," the phone shattered into pieces.

The makeup room staff were all startled, turning their heads to look at the tall, handsome, blonde man on the sofa.

His manager quickly apologized to everyone,

"Sorry, sorry, Andis just slipped, apologies everyone, keep on working, keep on working."

Having made it to their position, no one was foolish — it clearly wasn’t just a slip.

But they knew well enough to mind their own business, ensuring they could live longer.

So everyone understandingly smiled and continued busying themselves with unfinished tasks.

After expressing apologies to each person, the manager dragged the blonde man out of the makeup room.

"Oh my god, what’s wrong with you again?! How long ago did you buy this phone? Now it’s broken again!"

The blonde man’s face was sour, remaining silent.

The manager rarely shouted at him, "Get on with it! Spill it! What’s going on?!"

At this point, the blonde man, who was just tensioned and looked extremely unpleasant, instantly showed a grieved, innocent expression, sobbing:

"An Qi doesn’t want me anymore, she’s found a new prince charming..."

"..."

The manager was speechless. Actually, he shouldn’t have asked, apart from that childish small foreigner, nobody could make their big cool guy throw such a tantrum.

Reluctantly lifting his hand to pat the cool guy’s hair, remembering he had to perform soon so he shouldn’t mess his hairstyle,

his hand switched direction to pat the cool guy’s shoulder twice,

"No way, your An Qi must be joking."

This "your An Qi" quickly healed the cool guy, changing him back from a grieved big puppy into his cool demeanor.

The cool guy haughtily said:

"Humph! Of course. An Qi loves me the most!"

"Sure, sure, so the man An Qi loves the most, we have to go backstage to get ready."

"Humph, let’s go."

The cool guy led with long strides towards the backstage.

The manager shook his head in place, utterly helpless against this narcissistic and haughty man.

Resigned, he stepped up to follow.

Later, the concert-goers that day felt the cool guy was somewhat different, glimmering more, like a peacock displaying its plumage.

Meanwhile, An Qi, after sending the message, just tossed the phone into her backpack, not bothering with how much impact her words had on the other end.

The siblings followed the big group inside the house.

As the sky darkened and temperatures dropped, the biting cold was already noticeable outside.

Despite the chilly wind outside, the inside atmosphere was unusually lively.

What’s the fastest way to get acquainted with new friends?

Zhang He gave a standard answer, which was sharing someone else’s embarrassing story with them.

"Hahaha, Anan, let me tell you, Yu Yue wet the bed when he was six! Hahahaha!"

Obviously somewhat drunk, Zhang He spoke, her face flushed as she recounted Yu Yue’s embarrassing past to Andy.

"Really?! Six years old, and he still wet the bed?!"

Andy was also a bit tipsy, but he knew that wetting the bed at six seemed quite serious.

The person in question, Yu Yue, wished desperately for a crack to open in the floor for him to hide in!

"Sis! I’ve told you many times! It wasn’t wetting the bed; I woke up in the night wanting water, and accidentally spilled it!"

Zhang He dismissively waved her hand, "It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not making fun of you, just sharing past stories with new friends, oh, the past."

"Hmpf!"

Yu Yue angrily took a swig of beer and grabbed a slice of steamy beef from the pot, devouring it viciously.

As if the beef were Zhang He herself.

Ruan Xingwen watched the group bicker and quarrel, slowly breaking into a smile.

The small dimple that hadn’t surfaced for a long time appeared too.

Yu Xiaozhe’s gaze involuntarily landed on the dimple, lingering so long that Ruan Xingwen noticed, awkwardly pursing his lips.

The dimple disappeared again.

Yu Xiaozhe thought somewhat regretfully.

The two girls already full, paired up and headed to the living room to catch up on dramas.

Mr. Yu’s professional home theater was perfect for bingeing dramas!

The living room and dining room were connected, this side was still hot with food and laughter, while over there, the latest family ethics drama was playing.

Strange how the two young girls were into this kind of drama.

In fact, everyone had almost eaten their fill, with just Yu Yue still diligently dipping beef and vegetables, determined to vent all his frustrations on the food.

All along, Li Mu played the invisible man, diligently serving Zhang He by picking vegetables, cooking meat, and pouring wine — exemplifying a competent little assistant.

But it seemed the object of his service wasn’t quite right, nor was Li Mu’s own intent.

Ruan Xingwen glanced at Li Mu and Zhang He, then at the rarely relaxed Yu Xiaozhe beside him.

Hmm! It seemed he just discovered something significant again.

Ruan Xingwen thought, slightly dazed.

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In this cold weather, hot pot and spicy malatang are just perfect!

So Sen’s meal tonight is spicy malatang!

Wakaka!

Slurp～～～