CHAPTER 420: CHAPTER 418: STINKY MEN CAN REALLY PRETEND HUH

Qi Ming, who was sharing amusing stories about today’s live broadcast with Wen Qiao, sharply sensed the odd atmosphere around him. Subconsciously, he looked at his little uncle, and upon seeing his darkly clouded eyes, he instantly shut his mouth.

He was somewhat puzzled.

Wen Qiao clearly didn’t like him anymore, so why did his little uncle’s gaze still feel so piercing every time?

He hadn’t realized before that his little uncle’s possessiveness was so strong.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, Wen Qiao really had some skills.

She truly deserved to be his Little Aunt.

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Apart from the minor episode caused by seating arrangements at the beginning, the meal was quite joyful.

There was still a morning of recording tomorrow, so everyone wrapped up the evening not too late.

One after another, people left the private room, while Wen Qiao was held back for a talking-to because she had exposed Director Li’s shortcomings in front of thousands of viewers that afternoon.

As her eyes met with Fu Jinghen’s across the room, she cast him a pleading look.

He just glanced at her indifferently before stepping out of the room.

?

What was he throwing a fit about?

"..., although we always advocate for authenticity and we don’t provide scripts during filming, could you at least save me some face in front of the camera?" halfway through his heart-to-heart, Director Li noticed Wen Qiao had turned her face to one side at some point, her eyes wide and staring at the door.

Ignored, Director Li grew angry: "Wen Qiao!"

"Ah?"

Her name suddenly rang in her ears, and Wen Qiao snapped back to reality: "What’s wrong, Director Li?"

"Is there a flower at the door or something? Your eyes are about to fall out from staring so hard," Director Li scolded her. "Are you even listening to what I’m saying? Don’t think just because Shi Koufan’s made you the group’s pet that you can do whatever you want, I will still call you out if you’re wrong."

"I got it, I got it," Wen Qiao begged for mercy, pulling a tissue from the box on the table and offering it to him. "I’ll be more careful in the future, Director Li, please calm down, here, wipe your sweat."

Seeing Wen Qiao had a reasonably good attitude in admitting her mistake, Director Li took the tissue and snorted from his nose.

Thus, the lecture ended there and they started walking out one after the other. Suddenly, Wen Qiao asked, "Director Li, the internet says that all our fly-ins this time are from Tomato Channel. Do you have a story with them?"

"It’s hardly a story." Feeling there was nothing to hide, Director Li shared with Wen Qiao, "On my last variety show, the early preparations were all done, but then we ran into some problems and were short on funds. The channel president is an old acquaintance of mine and bought the rights to that variety show."

Wen Qiao nodded; it seemed like the rights to Director Li’s last variety show were indeed given only to Tomato Channel.

Director Li continued, "Back then, Tomato Channel wanted to add two people, but we’d already finalized the guests and script for that variety show. It was very troublesome to change things last minute, so they waited for my next variety show."

"Oh, I see."

The two had just turned the corner when they saw Fu Jinghen waiting at the elevator entrance.

"President Fu, haven’t you returned to your room yet?"

Fu Jinghen heard the voice and slowly turned around, first glancing at Wen Qiao, then shifting his gaze to Director Li, his demeanor as natural as if he had only seen Wen Qiao by chance.

Man, he could really play it cool.

"I just ran into a friend and stopped to chat for a bit, I’m heading back now," Fu Jinghen asked, "Director Li, have you finished giving the talk?"

Before Director Li had the chance to answer, the hum of their own MC could be heard from behind.