CHAPTER 403: CHAPTER 401: THE SCUM OF SCHOLARS

"If the production team doesn’t have a surprise today that’ll knock me off my chair, this show will end up on my blacklist."

"Holy moly, you scared the heck out of me—I just sprayed my whole screen with my drink."

"After my incessant urging, my mom finally sat down with me in front of the computer to watch the show as it started, and now... I’ve been smacked."

With this behind-the-scenes clip, the live broadcast room had already been filled with a large number of eagerly awaiting viewers ten minutes before five o’clock.

Nobody knew what was going to happen before the program started, including the MCs like Wen Qiao.

The male MCs, together with Fu Jinghen, got into the car as instructed by the production team, but Fu Jinghen did not see Wen Qiao’s figure.

He hadn’t yet had the chance to ask when someone else beat him to it.

Shi Koufan looked around in the car, "Hey? Where’s Wen Qiao?"

Because Fu Jinghen was present, Director Li didn’t sit in his tiny control room watching his monitors today; instead, he was going to follow on-site, just in case any emergencies occurred.

Qi Ming felt that in Director Li’s eyes, his little uncle’s status was on par with that of a national treasure panda.

Director Li: "Wen Qiao has other arrangements."

"What arrangements?" Shi Koufan pressed on.

"If Director Li could tell you, pigs could climb trees," Qi Ming shot him a look.

"You little brat, learn how to speak."

Director Li rolled up the script and tapped Qi Ming on the head with it, and only after tapping did he realize that Fu Jinghen was also present.

Director Li sheepishly withdrew his hand and turned to Fu Jinghen, just about to say something when the other party spoke first.

"Please do as you like, Ah Ming has been spoiled since a young age. If you help me discipline him, I can rest easy."

With these words from Fu Jinghen, Director Li suddenly felt much more confident.

Qi Ming: "..."

Little uncle, I’m never covering for you again!

Unless you double my allowance!

Qi Ming silently added in his heart.

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The recording location wasn’t far from the hotel; it took the car about ten minutes to reach the site.

The black business vehicle stopped horizontally in front of the circular archway constructed by the production team, the car door was pulled open from the inside, and the cameraman standing beside the archway perked up as the live broadcast officially began.

The first to step out of the car was Shi Koufan, who was closest to the door, followed by Qi Ming, Shen Zai, Fang Baichen, and finally, Fu Jinghen, as the mystery guest.

The camera panned up from below, and as Fu Jinghen’s face appeared on screen, the live broadcast audience erupted.

"Holy cow, those long legs! Those broad shoulders! That face! Who is this guy, any class reps around?"

"Is this a newcomer in the entertainment industry?"

"Class rep here! The man who appeared last is named Fu Jinghen, the behind-the-scenes owner of Huasong Media, the president of FS Group, synonymous with being young and successful, a walking hormone, and my husband."

"No, he’s my husband now."

"Huasong? FS? Could Director Li really pull off inviting such an impressive figure? It’s gotta be a fake."

"What nonsense is this, even if Fu Jinghen isn’t from the entertainment world, a search on any academic site can find his info. You can verify in a minute online, just compare the photos to see if it’s real or fake."

"It’s real! Genuine question: Does Fu Jinghen have some dirt in Director Li’s hands?"

"Wuwuwu, such a sophisticated baddie, I love it!"

Unlike the terror in the pre-show teaser, the live broadcast scene had been made very romantic by the production team, with the circular archway they erected filled with white roses, and a red carpet laid on the ground leading the way for them.