"Teacher Jiang, we need to conduct an interview over here."
The show’s PD knocked on the door and Jiang Mian put down her phone and followed him.
The interview room was a small, separate booth. After Jiang Mian took her seat, the Director began to ask so standard questions. As they neared the end, he pulled out a box.
"Teacher Jiang, one last question for you to draw."
Jiang Mian paused for two seconds, looked into the Director’s eyes with a sudden smile, and reached into the box, "You guys definitely didn’t have good intentions."
The production team all chuckled but said no more.
They had heard a bit about Jiang Mian’s previous interviews, especially ones like this that fans loved to watch.
Everyone watched as Jiang Mian pulled out a piece of paper.
"Among all these contestants, is there your ideal type?"
Jiang Mian’s lips twitched as she handed the paper to the director.
A slight gasp echoed through the interview room.
This question...
was a bit sensational.
The woman in front held her red lips slightly pursed, her voice clear and light, "No."
So decisive!!
Not a single one among a hundred.
Her ideal type was said to be a "milk dog" before, and here were so many young idols, each milkier than the last.
An image unexpectedly popped into Jiang Mian’s mind, her lips slightly curled, and she added, "They’re too young. Young idols suit younger girls better. I prefer soone older than , handso, and can be both puppy-like and wolf-like..."
Luo Ting, standing to the side, felt more anxious as she listened—her ancestor was about to sketch this person out entirely.
She could have just nad President Fu.
She coughed lightly and Jiang Mian followed her gaze to the cara, "Is this okay?"
The Director was pleased with her responses and felt this interview was going to be explosive.
"That’s perfect, Teacher Jiang. We hope to collaborate again in the future."
Jiang Mian smiled politely, "Certainly."
After escorting Jiang Mian out, Luo Ting lowered her voice, "Xu Lai said President Fu is over by the roundtable."
Jiang Mian unconsciously quickened her step, her skirt fluttering with the wind, her fair, long legs a striking view under the night sky.
Hearing the noise behind him, Fu Sichen turned around.
The girl’s high ponytails, streaming in the wind, glead faintly under the moonlight.
Fu Sichen smiled and walked towards Jiang Mian.
Jiang Mian slowed her pace, her eyes confirming the man in the distance.
Was this...
Fu Sichen??
Her husband???
The man casually dressed in a black sweatshirt, one hand tucked into his pants, hair unstyled but clean and smooth, carrying a subtle scent that wafted in the breeze, presented a youthful air.
Luo Ting finally caught up to Jiang Mian, coming to an abrupt stop.
She stood beside Xu Lai, "Is that President Fu??"
Xu Lai nodded frantically, "Hard to believe, right? I haven’t been able to wrap my head around it ever since President Fu started styling."
Luo Ting nodded as well.
She couldn’t dare blink.
Was that President Fu??
Clearly, he looked just like a typical college student, too tender.
Luo Ting unconsciously thought back to what Jiang Mian had said during the interview—
"They are too young... both milky and wolfy."
And now, the person in front of her...
After standing before Jiang Mian, Fu Sichen hooked the tip of her ponytail, lips curving into a light smile, "Mrs. Fu?"
Jiang Mian stared for a long while, then slowly spoke, "Why are you dressed like this?"
She lowered her gaze and swallowed.
This man was outrageously handso!! How could he be so attractive!!
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