"We're just heading back to the hotel?" Chen Tianming stared blankly at the car that had started moving, utterly stunned. That was ruthless! Leaving just like that.
"Oh, Director, let them go," Assistant Director Yang said, his eyes crinkling into slits as the viewer numbers in the livestream soared. "Look at our data now, combined across several streams, it's already ninety million. It might even break through to a hundred million later."
A hundred million, that was a figure they hadn't even dared to dream of before.
Hearing this, Chen Tianming also swallowed hard. "Are you serious?"
"The data speaks for itself. Why would I lie to you?" Assistant Director Yang chuckled. "Director, you might not know this, but I've been getting so many calls from advertisers lately, asking if we still need investment, hinting that they want a piece of the pie."
"A piece of what? A piece of crap! Remember when Shen Jianni and Wang Qing left the show? How many investors threatened to terminate their contracts," Chen Tianming scoffed. "If it wasn't for Chairman Wen, this show might not even have gotten off the ground."
"Heh, and now they see we're popular and think there's profit to be made, and they want in? Dream on. Every single one of them. Honestly, they're getting too big for their boots."
"I thought the same thing," Assistant Director Yang said with a smile. "Anyway, I've deflected them all with minimal effort."
"Clever."
"However, Director, do you know what Shen Jianni's current situation is?"
"It's hard to say, but it's definitely not good." Chen Tianming's gaze deepened. "Just wait. The announcement should be coming out soon."
"Is it the announcement I'm thinking of?" Assistant Director Yang swallowed, his voice tinged with fear.
"Yes." Chen Tianming cast a meaningful glance at Assistant Director Yang. "Don't spread this around, or else…"
Assistant Director Yang mimed zipping his lips.
"Alright, call back and have the hotel staff set up the cameras in the rooms. We'll start resting now."
Frankly, after playing games with those kids today, he felt quite worn out. He felt tired.
"Got it, Director."
By the time the group returned to the hotel, the cameras in the rooms had just been turned on.
"The room cameras are all set up. Teachers, please get some good rest."
"Thank you."
"Good night, everyone."
"Sleep well and we'll eat dinner later," Chen Huan also smiled faintly.
Back in the room, Fang Miaomiao carefully placed Wen Yan'an on the bed.
Wen Yan'an clung tightly to Fang Miaomiao's neck and softly called out, "Mama."
"I'm here, sweetie. You sleep first. I'll go wash up and then I'll come and keep you company."
Hearing her voice, Wen Yan'an loosened his grip on Fang Miaomiao's neck.
After tucking Wen Yan'an in, Fang Miaomiao straightened up and stretched.
This kid, he looked so thin and small, and the baby fat on his face was almost gone, but he was still quite heavy. All the way back, she felt like her arms weren't her own anymore.
She gently poked Wen Yan'an's forehead with her finger. "You little rascal."
After washing up, Fang Miaomiao lay lazily on the bed and let out a sigh of comfort.
Indeed, lying around was the most suitable activity for her. What should she do? She didn't want to film Director Chen's zombie movie anymore.
No, no, Fang Miaomiao, how can you be so degenerate? Wen Zhiyan is so outstanding. Moreover, according to the story's development, Wen Zhiyan will be set up by his rivals, causing Grandpa Wen to become disappointed and temporarily step down from his positions as chairman and general manager.
At that time, he'll be desperately short of money. As his future wife, shouldn't she earn more money? Otherwise, how would she support Wen Zhiyan later?
Thinking this way, Fang Miaomiao felt a flicker of motivation.
[By the way, does Fang Miaomiao's facial expressions change that much? They shouldn't, really. Someone with such rich facial expressions, how can they act like a dead fish? I think if Fang Miaomiao acted properly and delved into the characters' inner thoughts, she would achieve great success.]
[Are you stupid? She's married into the Wen family, the kind who will never worry about food or clothing for their entire lives. She's probably just here to play in the entertainment industry. Only idiots like you are genuinely hoping for Fang Miaomiao to do well, but you never expected it, she's just incorrigible.]
[Bullshit! Our Miaomiao is just slacking off and doesn't want to work hard. Your family's is the real incorrigible one, isn't it? She's acted in quite a few roles with the film emperor, but even now she can only look sad and stare blankly, and her crying scenes rely on eye drops.]
[You're the one talking nonsense. Fang Miaomiao is just a bully who relies on her connections. Our Yan Huan is also participating in this variety show, so why isn't our Yan Huan in this episode? Isn't this a scandal? This program group shamelessly forced Yan Huan out.]
[Wow, the person upstairs has delusions of persecution, don't they? Moreover, our Miaomiao has someone who spoils her and backs her up. Why don't you have your master find a backer too? They've been calling her a fake heiress all day, and shamelessly took tens of millions from Miaomiao.]
Fang Yan Huan's fans wanted to say more, but they found themselves directly kicked out of the livestream, unable to re-enter no matter what. Enraged, they switched to Weibo, only to be informed by the system that their Weibo posts had violated regulations and could not be published.
Wen Zhiyan watched Wen Yan'an nuzzle into Miaomiao's arms in the livestream and let out a cold snort. He tapped his finger on the tablet. "You brat, it's been so long since I've held your mother like this."
He wasn't sure if he had scared Miaomiao, but for the few days before the third episode of the variety show began, Miaomiao had been running to An'an's room every night.
With An'an around, Miaomiao no longer sleepwalked to his room, into his embrace.
Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyan's eyes darkened. For the first time, he felt that the apartment might have too many rooms.
He picked up his phone, intending to make a call, when 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."
"Do you have a cold?" Yuan Chao asked, his voice stern as he heard the hoarse voice on the other end. "If you have a cold, then our recovery experiment will have to be postponed."
"No, I don't have a cold."
Yuan Chao thought for a moment. Logically, for someone in his peculiar situation, illnesses would only increase, not decrease. But he had been in the hospital for several years. Aside from the mandatory annual check-ups, he had never seen Wen Zhiyan come to the hospital.
The key was that Wen Zhiyan's health was ridiculously good, even healthier than his own as a doctor. He didn't know how this monster maintained his body. Every time he looked at his medical reports, he was extremely envious.
"Alright then, tomorrow you'll come to the rehabilitation center next to the hospital, and we can start the examinations."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Miaomiao sleeping soundly on the tablet, his eyes softening. "Okay."