Before they knew it.
A bowl of noodles went down.
It soothed Song Hanzheng's stomach, and also smoothed out his anger.
By now, he could speak with a very peaceful state of mind:
"Add me back."
"What?" Jiang Liuyue was taken aback.
"As a friend."
"Oh."
After successfully passing the friend verification again, Song Hanzheng said, somewhat gritting his teeth:
"Jiang Liuyue, if you let me catch you deleting me again..."
"You can imagine the consequences yourself."
Jiang Liuyue parted her lips and smiled.
Smiling very innocently.
"How could I."
"That matter, I'll give you three days to think it over," Song Hanzheng stared at her for three seconds and added.
What matter.
The matter of him keeping her?
Actually, this played right into Jiang Liuyue's hands.
But she still needed to play hard to get a little bit.
"I'll think about it." She nodded obediently.
"Oh right!" Song Hanzheng suddenly seemed to think of something, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes.
"Go back and focus on filming, and don't contact that guy again!"
Jiang Liuyue looked up at him, asking tentatively, "...Are you talking about Lin Yizhou?"
"Heh!" Song Hanzheng's eyes turned a few degrees colder as he said, "Don't mention that name, it's bad luck."
Weren't you the one who brought it up.
However, the conflict between these two brothers seemed huge.
Jiang Liuyue whispered, "Why do you hate him so much?"
Song Hanzheng twitched the corner of his lips.
He stared at her displeased.
But he still spoke.
"Would you like a child born to a stepmother?"
Jiang Liuyue didn't say a word.
Of course she wouldn't like that.
It was unsolvable.
The two of them had a natural mutual disgust brought about by their opposing identities.
...
Returning to the set in the afternoon.
Song Hanzheng had the car drop her off and then returned to the company.
But he still added a sentence.
"Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
Jiang Liuyue waved her hand, and as she turned around, she bumped right into a pair of curious eyes.
It was the male assistant beside Li Feile.
The male assistant had good eyesight; he looked at the departing black Maybach, looked at Jiang Liuyue, and then looked at the license plate number.
His eyes revealed an inquiring look.
"Good afternoon." Jiang Liuyue wasn't intimidated in the slightest.
She even raised her hand with a smiling face to greet him.
The male assistant glanced at her, said nothing, and turned to leave.
Jiang Liuyue's voice came from behind him again.
"It's better to avoid unnecessary trouble, you should know that very well."
"Sister Feile's temper is more impatient than one might imagine. Who knows, the person bearing the news might get slapped."
"What do you think?"
The male assistant paused his steps, clearly having taken the words in, though he didn't reply.
However, his departing steps became even more hurried.
He had probably recognized the license plate number and knew that the person who brought Jiang Liuyue back was Song Hanzheng.
As for whether he would go and report it.
That would depend on whether he was stupid or not.
Fortunately.
During the filming of a few scenes in the afternoon, although Li Feile looked at her with displeasure, her gaze wasn't quite murderous.
It was likely the male assistant hadn't said anything, which made him a smart person.
By the time today's scenes were all filmed.
It was already dark.
Right after she finished her scenes, the executive director walked up with a smile and praised:
"Liuyue, that acting class you took was really useful. Your acting in these past few scenes has been outstanding."
A fake smile curled up the corners of Jiang Liuyue's lips.
She had only attended for a day and a half in total; how much effect could it really have.
"As long as you're satisfied, Director."
"Yes, come to the set early tomorrow. You have a lot of scenes and a heavy workload." He added some more polite remarks.
"Okay."
Jiang Liuyue nodded repeatedly.
She took Sister Li's nanny van home after work.
A flash of admiration and respect crossed Sister Li's eyes as she looked at Jiang Liuyue.
"You're not simple, coming back after just a day and a half."
Jiang Liuyue smiled and said, "Maybe the director felt that delaying the schedule like this wouldn't work."
Qian Li thought it made sense, but still felt something was off.
However, she didn't overthink it.
She handed her an invitation for a talk show to look at.
"Zhouzhou Talk, its popularity ranks in the top three among all talk shows."
"The host is Zhouzhou, known for her sharp, ruthless, and piercing style, so this show has many iconic moments."
"Many people who go on can't last three rounds before being dug into, so there are also artists who really hate Zhouzhou."
"Their talk show is an hour long, and they will invite 3 to 4 actors who have high popularity recently or have new dramas coming out."
"What we fought for is half a show's worth of interview time."
Half a show was actually quite a lot.
It was equivalent to half the time.
Jiang Liuyue nodded, looked at the information, and asked, "How many guests will be invited for my session?"
Qian Li: "Not sure, but your screen time will be guaranteed."
"Mm, are there any others?" Jiang Liuyue looked up.
Qian Li listed a few others, but they were all very small platforms or lacked popularity, or they only gave ten minutes of time.
"I turned all of those down."
"Alright, then let's go with this one! What time?" she asked.
Qian Li: "Tomorrow night, recording on the twelfth floor of the M City TV Station.
The show will be broadcast as the one hundred and twentieth episode of Zhouzhou Talk via live stream and post-production on the TV station and streaming media."
"Okay."
Qian Li still looked at her with some concern.
She asked in a low voice:
"Zhouzhou's style is very sharp, and she specifically likes to dig into people's pain points and privacy. Are you sure?"
If she couldn't withstand it and some fatal information was squeezed out of her.
Her reputation would probably get even worse.
Jiang Liuyue patted her shoulder and comforted her:
"Don't worry, Sister Li."
"If I'm not famous, I can only silently accept it. Being smeared is nothing."
But Jiang Liuyue was unaware that someone was also keeping a close eye on her actions.
In the office of the gold-medal manager at Wanxiang Xinghe.
Li Feile frowned and said, "What? Qian Li accepted a talk show for Jiang Liuyue?"
Sister Amy was drinking coffee, her fingers typing on the keyboard. She took a moment to look up and glance at her.
She nodded and said:
"I am your manager, I have to plan for you."
"I figured, you are both from the same company. If Jiang Liuyue goes, you should go too."
"Me?"
Li Feile was visibly displeased and almost threw her cup. She quickly stood up and said:
"What is my status and position, and what is hers? Why should I go just because she goes?!"
Sister Amy put down her coffee.
She stopped typing and paused to look at her.
"Aren't you worried that Jiang Liuyue will talk nonsense on the talk show?"
"Last time you were two hours late to the set, I suppressed it for you."
"If this dirty water is splashed onto her, she won't be happy about it."
Hearing this, Li Feile sat back down on the sofa, lowered her head in thought, and said:
"Fine, going is fine, but my interview time must be placed before hers."
Sister Amy laughed.
She withdrew her gaze, her fingers continuously typing on the keyboard as she resumed working.
"That goes without saying."
"Is there anything else?" Li Feile was rather impatient, wanting to go back and rest early.
Sister Amy asked seemingly casually, "Did you and President Song have a fight?"
The expression on Li Feile's face paused.
Not wanting her to notice, she turned her head to look at the stone ornament on the other side.
Her tone was light: "No."
Sister Amy glanced at her. She originally wanted to say that Jiang Liuyue's second female lead role was arranged by the special assistant beside President Song.
But as the words reached her lips, she held them back.
After all, she had many artists under her. Li Feile's backing was solid, but who could guarantee how long that backing would last?
Instead, she said:
"Keep that little temper of yours in check. It's rare to find a man as principled as President Song, someone who never fools around."
"Don't end up driving him away, or it will be too late for regrets."
Li Feile was impatient with all this lecturing.
But she had no choice. After all, Sister Amy held a highly respected status in the industry, so she could only nod her head obediently like a chick pecking at grain.
She replied perfunctorily,
"I know, Sister Amy."
