"Just heading back to the hotel?" Chen Tianming stared in disbelief at the car that had started moving. So decisive, leaving just like that.
"Oh, Director, let them leave," Deputy Director Yang's eyes practically disappeared as he beamed at the rapidly increasing data in the live stream. "Look at our current numbers, the combined streams have already reached ninety million, and we might even hit a hundred million later."
One hundred million, that was a figure they hadn't even dared to imagine before.
Hearing this, Chen Tianming also swallowed hard. "Are you serious?"
"The data is right here, why would I lie to you?" Deputy Director Yang chuckled. "Director, you might not know this, but I've been receiving calls from many advertisers asking if we still need investment, wanting to get a piece of the pie, openly and indirectly."
"A piece of what? Back when Shen Jiani and Wang Qing left the show, how many investors were clamoring to terminate their contracts," Chen Tianming scoffed. "If it weren't for Chairman Wen, whether this show could even get off the ground would have been a question."
"Heh, now that they see we're popular and there's profit to be made, they want to come in? Dream on. One by one, they really are getting too much face."
"I think so too," Deputy Director Yang said with a smile. "Anyway, I've deflected all of them with minimal effort."
"Smart."
"But Director, do you know what Shen Jiani's situation is now?"
"It's hard to say, but it's nothing good," Chen Tianming's gaze was deep. "Just wait, a notice should be coming out soon."
"Is it the notice I'm thinking of?" Deputy Director Yang swallowed, sounding fearful.
"Mm." Chen Tianming gave Deputy Director Yang a meaningful look. "Don't spread this around, or else..."
Deputy Director Yang made a zipping motion across his lips.
"Alright, call back and have the hotel staff set up the cameras in the rooms. We'll start resting now."
Truth be told, after playing games with those kids today, he felt a bit worn out, tired.
"Right away, Director."
As the group returned to the hotel, the cameras in the rooms had just been activated.
"The room cameras are all set up. Teachers, please rest well."
"Thank you."
"Goodnight, everyone."
"Sleep well and have dinner later," Chen Huan also smiled faintly.
Back in the room, Fang Miaomiao carefully placed Wen Yanan on the bed.
Wen Yanan tightly hugged Fang Miaomiao's neck and softly called out, "Mommy."
"I'm here, sweetie. You sleep first, I'll go wash up and then come keep you company."
Hearing her voice, Wen Yanan released Fang Miaomiao's neck.
After tucking Wen Yanan in, Fang Miaomiao stood up straight and stretched.
This kid, he looked thin and small, and his baby fat seemed to be fading, but he was quite heavy. All the way back, her arms felt like they weren't hers anymore.
She gently poked Wen Yanan's forehead with her finger. "You rascal."
After washing up, Fang Miaomiao lay lazily on the bed and let out a comfortable sigh.
Indeed, lying down doing nothing was what suited her best. What to do, she didn't want to film Director Chen's zombie movie anymore.
No, no, Fang Miaomiao, how can you be so decadent? Wen Zhiyan is so outstanding. Moreover, according to the story's development, Wen Zhiyan will be framed by his rivals, causing Old Master Wen to become disappointed and temporarily step down from his roles as chairman and general manager.
At that time, they'll be in dire need of money. As his future wife, shouldn't she earn more? Otherwise, how would she support Wen Zhiyan then?
Thinking this, Fang Miaomiao reluctantly found a little motivation.
[Speaking of which, Fang Miaomiao's facial expressions are so varied? They shouldn't be, someone with such rich expressions, how can they act like a dead fish? I think if Fang Miaomiao acted properly and truly delved into the characters' inner thoughts, she would achieve great success.]
[Are you stupid upstairs? She's marrying into the Wen family, someone who will never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of her life. She might just be in the entertainment industry for fun. Only idiots like you are genuinely hoping Fang Miaomiao improves, but you never expected that she's just dead weight that can't be lifted.]
[Bullshit, our Miaomiao is just choosing to slack off and not try, while yours is truly dead weight that can't be lifted. She's acted in quite a few dramas with the film emperor, and to this day, she can only do sad stares and uses eye drops for crying scenes.]
[You're talking nonsense. Fang Miaomiao is just bullying people. Our Yan Huan is also participating in this variety show, why isn't our Yan Huan in this episode? Isn't this a scandal? This production team shamelessly forced Yan Huan out.]
[Good heavens, are you suffering from paranoia upstairs? Besides, our Miaomiao has someone doting on her and backing her up. Why don't you have your master find a supporter too? Every day people call her a fake heiress, yet shamelessly took tens of millions from Miaomiao.]
Fang Yan Huan's fans wanted to say more but found themselves directly kicked out of the live stream, unable to re-enter no matter what. Angrily, they moved to Weibo, only to be informed by the system that their Weibo had violated regulations and couldn't be posted.
Wen Zhiyan watched Wen Yanan, who had automatically nestled into Miaomiao's arms in the live stream, and let out a cold snort. He tapped on the tablet with his finger. "You brat, it's been a long time since I've held your mother like this."
He didn't know if he had scared Miaomiao, but in the few days before the first three episodes of the variety show started, Miaomiao would run to An'an's room every night.
With An'an around, Miaomiao no longer sleepwalked to his room, into his arms.
Thinking this, Wen Zhiyan's gaze darkened. For the first time, he felt that the apartment had too many rooms.
He picked up his phone to make a call, but someone else called first.
Yuan Chao?
Wen Zhiyan's hand holding the phone tightened.
If anyone were present, they would have noticed that Wen Zhiyan's hand, holding the phone, was trembling slightly.
"Hello."
"You have a cold?" Yuan Chao heard the hoarse voice on the other end of the line and said righteously, "If you have a cold, then our recovery experiment will have to be postponed."
"No, I don't have a cold."
Yuan Chao pondered. Logically, with his unique condition, illnesses would only increase, not decrease. But he had been in the hospital for years, and aside from the annual mandatory check-ups, he had never seen Wen Zhiyan come to the hospital. The key was that Wen Zhiyan's health was outrageously good, even healthier than his own as a doctor. He didn't know how this monster maintained his body. Every time he saw his medical reports, he would be incredibly envious.
"Alright then, come to the rehabilitation center next to the hospital tomorrow, and we can start the check-ups."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Miaomiao, sleeping soundly on the tablet, his eyes softening. "Okay."