After Yao Guang Entertainnt had been quiet for about two or three months, they suddenly announced a teaser.
A film forrly directed by Director Zhao had its na changed later, though at first, no one noticed.
"The ’Darkness’ teaser blew up! It’s already ranked number one on the trending topics chart."
"Really? That amazing, huh? Seems like my judgnt was spot on. When the boss takes action, you know it’s going to be good. This editor is incredible—they deserve extra incentives. In the future, they must beco our go-to editor."
Lu Qing laughed, "That’s easy; I have their lifeti contract in my hand."
Qin Miaomiao stared at him with wide eyes, "Really? There are still lifeti contracts these days? Oh, I forgot, they’re part of our permanent system. But even if they’re our editor, I absolutely won’t treat them poorly. So, what’s the next step?"
Lu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, "Don’t pretend—you already know what needs to be done."
"Next step is the PR team’s job."
"Simple. Haven’t I already given you the best PR ideas?"
"Alright, then I’ll leave it be."
"Your belly is already so big, why bother? Don’t even think about it; wasn’t I telling you earlier to leave everything alone?"
Qin Miaomiao eyed the situation. Honestly, she’d only gotten involved in this out of boredom, but since the matter was mostly settled now, there was nothing else that needed saying.
Better to just stay ho and focus on taking care of herself during pregnancy.
"You put in the effort, but the results are out of our hands. Whatever happens with this movie, it’s up to fate. When the box office numbers co in, we just accept what we get, right?"
"Turns out you’re worried about money, huh."
"Of course! It’s not just about money—it’s about reputation too. We can’t afford to let this flop under my watch. Otherwise, all the money invested earlier might really go to waste. A hundred million here, two hundred million externally—they’re no joke."
This truly made her heart ache.
With how stingy she was, even losing ten bucks would make her feel terrible—just imagine losing a hundred million!
"Alright, alright, whatever you say. I’ll go along with you, okay?"
"This is called being financially savvy!"
"Financially savvy, huh. My wife not only manages money well—she’s a skilled businesswoman, talented, gorgeous, and she even makes adorable kids. Pregnant with triplets, no less, right?"
Qin Miaomiao thickened her skin and nodded, "Exactly, exactly. So you finally know how amazing your wife is, huh?"
"Ah, such a pity. I can only admire, but I’m not allowed to indulge."
Qin Miaomiao placed her hand on his shoulder and gently squeezed.
"Not allowed to indulge? Haven’t you already indulged?"
He was referring to last night’s incident with the cake, which made him feel increasingly aggrieved as he thought about it.
"You’ve flirted with to the point of no return, but in the end, you didn’t take responsibility. Instead, you had resolve it for you. Can you even call that fair? Huh?"
Lu Qing chuckled twice, then took her hand in his, his tone soft:
"Quite fair—I’m satisfied, aren’t I?"
"Baby, that’s totally the tone of a scumbag. Acting like this will cost you fans, you know? You’ve made so angry my chest actually hurts."
Lu Qing imdiately placed his hand on her chest, looking concerned:
"What’s wrong? Does it really hurt?"
"It does."
"Need to massage it?"
"No."
One massage and he’d surely take advantage of her—poor thing, goodness.
"Are you hungry yet?"
"Hungry, and feeling miserable."
At this mont, Lu Qing appeared particularly gentle and attentive. "What do you feel like eating?"
"Noodles."
Lu Qing glanced at her sideways, "Noodles? Are you sure? That’s all you’re asking for?"
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