Fu Yanhe didn’t bother her for too long, bent down to kiss her, and took her to breakfast.
"The people sent to investigate the second uncle’s situation have returned," Fu Yanhe said, his firm and slender fingers tapping a chicken egg on the table. As he peeled off the eggshell, he continued, "After he entered the entertainnt industry, he changed his na to Qi Zeyi."
"His acting is not bad, he’s quite famous as a Best Actor, it’s just that he was cheated by his agent early in his career and signed an oppressive contract with Jinding Entertainnt."
Fu Yanhe placed the peeled egg into Shen Yanhe’s bowl: "He’s in the variety show you’re going to record."
Shen Yanhe’s eyebrows moved slightly as she took a bite of the egg: "Hmm, I got it."
Well, this ti the variety show might offer a chance to test Qi Zeyi, to see if he is friend or foe.
After breakfast, Fu Yanhe saw her out the door.
The tall and upright man stood at the doorway, bending down to kiss the petite woman on her forehead.
His eyes deep, he t Shen Yanhe’s gaze: "We won’t see each other for another week, rember to contact ."
Shen Yanhe, with her cat-like eyes, nodded: "Okay."
Before leaving, she took a small step forward, gently stepping on the man’s shoe, kissed his thin lips, and looked at him with a smile: "Wait for to co back."
Fu Yanhe’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, he humd in a low voice, and stood watching her leave.
Only when Shen Yanhe’s figure had completely disappeared from his view did Fu Yanhe turn back into the room to continue dealing with company matters.
The FY Group’s key project was only one final phase away from completion.
Once it was finished, he could go find Shen Yanhe.
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On the other side.
Shen Yanhe had already t up with Song Shiwei at the hotel entrance.
Seeing her co out alone, Song Shiwei asked teasingly: "Where’s your husband? Didn’t he see you out?"
"He still has things to deal with," Shen Yanhe answered briefly and then saw Wu Fang slowly pull up in front of her in his car.
Shen Yanhe called Song Shiwei to get into the car.
As soon as the car door opened, Shen Yanhe saw that the interior was packed full of food supplies.
Box after box, piled from the trunk to the back seat, leaving only two seats for her and Song Shiwei; the rest was completely filled.
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Song Shiwei: "..."
Shen Yanhe looked at Wu Fang in the driver’s seat with a complex expression. Seeing a box of sausages on his knees, her gaze froze for a few seconds before she asked slowly: "What’s with all these ingredients?"
She was participating in a survival show, not going camping, right?
"These ingredients were prepared by Master Fu last night. He insisted that you must take them with you," Wu Fang shifted slightly to reveal so packets of cereal placed ssily behind the seat. "He said the place you’re going to is remote, and food will be hard to co by. You must not go hungry if you can’t find food."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Unable to help herself, Shen Yanhe placed a hand on her forehead, her expression complex: "Are you sure the director will let bring all these ingredients to the deserted island?"
Wu Fang looked serious: "Madam, don’t worry. I will be following you on your trip, constantly keeping an eye on the live broadcast of the crew. If you can’t find food, I will definitely bring these ingredients to you."
Shen Yanhe thought of Fu Yanhe’s overpowering ability to provide, kept silent for a few seconds, then finally nodded slowly: "Alright then."
Song Shiwei ca back to her senses and looked at Shen Yanhe with a complex expression: "Your man really loves you deeply."
Shen Yanhe nodded gravely.
Indeed, deeply in love.
Stuffing her with so many ingredients, he seemingly didn’t fear turning her into a fatty.
The two got into the car and settled into the seats Wu Fang had specially kept free for them.
Shen Yanhe took out her phone and sent a ssage to Fu Yanhe.
[Yanhe]: Thanks for the ingredients my boyfriend prepared, but you bought too much! Aren’t you afraid of turning into a fatty?
[Handso and Wealthy Boyfriend]: It’s good to be chubby, feels nice to hug.
When Shen Yanhe saw the words "feels nice to hug," she fell silent for a few seconds, with so inappropriate images flashing through her mind.
A flush appeared on her face.
It was indeed because she had been fooling around with Fu Yanhe too much these days that her thoughts were starting to beco unclean.
[Zi Yue]: I’m on my way, try not to miss too much.
[Handso and Wealthy Husband]: Yeah, call when you arrive.
Wu Fang started the car and headed for Jingcheng Airport.
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Jingcheng Airport.
The director had specially reserved a VIP lounge for the guests.
The staff were all prepared and had turned on the live broadcast cara in the lounge, aiming it at the entrance.
A few sporadic comnts flitted across the live chat.
The first guest to arrive at the lounge was Su Qi.
He was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans, wearing a black mask on his face, and dragging a silver suitcase, walking in with a cold deanor.
The live chat’s comnts suddenly surged.
[Brother, brother, ah! My bro has arrived!]
[Damn it, does Su Qi never age? He’s almost hitting thirty but still looks so youthful!]
Before Su Qi’s fans could praise him more, hostile comnts shot across the screen quickly.
[Why is it that wherever Little Sun is, Su Qi is there too? Isn’t this too unlucky? How long is Su Qi going to leech off Little Sun’s popularity?]
[Haha, I just want to see how Su Qi is going to die in this survival show.]
[How is this plagiarist dog Su Qi still not dead?]
While the chatroom was getting noisy, Su Qi sat down with his suitcase, closed his eyes, and rested.
The two ordinary people invited by the director, along with an actress, also arrived shortly after.
These two ordinary people were vloggers who specialized in survival videos, one male one female, and it seed the man was a veteran.
The actress was a young girl who had just started her career, with a very reserved personality.
They greeted Su Qi and had just found seats when the fourth guest arrived.
A woman walked in wearing a fiery red halterneck dress, high heels, carrying the latest designer granny bag, her face heavily made-up, sunglasses showing an air of arrogance.
Behind her followed three or four assistants carrying her luggage.
This grand entrance instantly caught the attention of many people in the lounge.
Qin Manxiang raised her hand, painted with red nail polish, took off the sunglasses on her face, glanced around, and seeing that the person she expected to see hadn’t arrived yet, she frowned and turned to Su Qi, "Hey, haven’t the others arrived yet?"
Su Qi gave her a cold look and humd indifferently before settling back into his seat, ignoring Qin Manxiang.
His cold attitude made Qin Manxiang feel uncomfortable.
After all, as the daughter of Jinding Entertainnt, she was greeted warmly and fawned over by every artist she encountered at the company.
Even male stars who were marketed as aloof youth would act like dogs in front of her.
No one had dared to give her the cold shoulder before.
Qin Manxiang wanted to give Su Qi a piece of her mind right there, but then she thought that if Qi Zeyi saw it when he arrived, he would probably hate her even more.
So she suppressed the urge and decided to wait until the show was over to teach this kid a lesson for daring to treat her with such indifference.
Qin Manxiang looked at Su Qi with a mix of contempt and disdain, let out a snort, and ignoring the two ordinary people who ca up to greet her, she swayed her hips to find a place to sit down, her gaze expectantly towards the door.
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