"Exactly!" Sister Niu heard her fiery spirit rise again, and felt a little pleased. "Anyway, let Xingyue ss around however they want, just don’t get yourself involved! Delete that tweet, and I’ll have PR handle it. Don’t let them ride your wave of popularity."
Tan Ru found this comforting.
Seriously, who did she think she was? Taking on a project with a low-budget crew was already her way of throwing them a bone.
And they actually kicked her out at the last minute?
Throwing them a bone?
With her agent’s assurance, she raised her head confidently and curled her proud lips. "Fine, I didn’t even care for the script of ’Invisible Heart’ anyways. Wasted all that ti revising halfway through, and then their writer kept bothering again and again. Once you negotiate a new project, send it to . If I don’t like it, I’ll revise it until I’m satisfied."
Sister Niu agreed briskly, "Let everything go according to what you want."
Tan Ru’s popularity was skyrocketing. Even though she hadn’t stepped into the TV world for years, wasn’t filming for TV and movies essentially the sa?
Take Ru Ru, for example—her movies were blockbusters. Revising the script for a small television drama as a seasoned film veteran? Talk about overqualified!
Still, if Ru Ru wanted to put in the extra effort, let her!
She really was incredibly determined!
Elsewhere, Xingyue’s higher-ups caught wind of Tan Ru’s tweet incident.
Early in the morning, Ouyang Long knocked on Zhou Jue’s office door, his face full of worry. "That woman has quite a bit of influence, could she end up dragging President Yue into this ss?"
Zhou Jue was organizing docunts when he heard what Ouyang said. He suddenly chuckled softly.
"Let tell you sothing, Ouyang, you’ve been in the entertainnt industry for years. With the hundreds, maybe thousands of projects you’ve handled, how are you still rattled by a single artist?"
Forget Tan Ru managing to affect President Yue. President Yue probably doesn’t even care enough to acknowledge her existence.
Just a few words at last night’s banquet, and she was cut from the project on the spot.
Does that kind of decisiveness still need validation?
Maybe Ouyang Long had lingering anxiety from the ordeal with President Jiang. These days, he seed perpetually paranoid, worrying that anyone could cause trouble for President Yue. His confidence had taken a hit.
After hearing Zhou Jue’s comnts, he seed to realize sothing belatedly.
He sat down.
"Yeah... President Yue is powerful. Why would she care about this crowd?" He chuckled at himself. "Guess I was just overthinking it."
Zhou Jue didn’t even look up. "It’s fine to worry. Tian Chuan Entertainnt has always been the top dog in this industry. Back then, when the investnts ca around, Feng Long was the one eagerly clinging to them, sowing who knows how many hidden seeds of trouble. This ti, it was Mr. Jun who made them leave voluntarily. They agreed easily on the surface, but who knows what intentions they’re hiding deep down? Hey... Do you think Mr. Jun could be from the legendary Jun Residence in Jingdu?"
As he said the last sentence, Zhou Jue suddenly looked up, his eyes sparkling like he’d just stumbled upon a treasure.
Ouyang Long froze for a mont, dazedly shaking his head like a penguin. "No idea."
When Jun Lii showed up last night, all they knew was that he was President Yue’s husband.
Anything else? If no one else brought it up—if Minister Mu didn’t introduce him—they certainly wouldn’t dare ask.
But then again... Given President Yue’s status, how could her spouse possibly be ordinary?
From Jingdu, with the surna Jun.
Tsk. Isn’t Jun such a rare last na?
Nope!
Odds are, it’s them!
Zhou Jue grew more certain that he’d just latched on to the ultimate connection!
The morning sunlight stread lazily through the glass, scattering softly across the windowsill.
Inside, the two people tangled up in sleep were still lost in sweet dreams.
When Jun Lii awoke, the little piglet beside him was still mumbling sleepily as she talked in her dreams.
He didn’t dare pull his arm away, worried that even the slightest movent might wake the girl nestled in his arms.
Gently and quietly, he brushed his fingertip lightly against her flushed cheek.
Unable to resist, he leaned in and stole a kiss.
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