The gift effects in the live stream never stopped, with fireworks, sports cars, and castles being sent one after another, as if the money wasn't being spent.

The endless array of gifts dazzled the audience.

The chat was flooded with "666" messages.

"I feel like I've forgotten what money is."

"Brother, calm down. He's really losing his mind just because he sees his wife."

"Why does President Zhou seem so jealous? Does he not like it when we call her 'wife'? Is he here to assert his dominance?"

"The couple upstairs is hopelessly brain-dead. It's not even certain if this person is Zhou Ji. Anyone can change their nickname to Zhou Ji! Maybe the person in front of the screen is a lecherous old man with a beer belly."

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully. He's spent almost ten million. Besides Zhou Ji, who else in this world would be so willing to spend money on his wife?"

"Waaaaah, do they need a nanny? I can, I really can."

"Sir, Madam, how could you forget this old servant outside?"

"Seeing that you and your wife have such a good relationship, I am truly happy from the bottom of my heart!"

"I can't stand how you guys fawn over rich people. I'm different. I usually call them Dad and Mom directly. I'm like a thief recognizing his father and mother right away."

"Don't tell me, really don't tell me, when Jiang Yue was telling that historical story just now, I really shed tears. Sigh, I can't say who was right and who was wrong."

"I never expected Jiang Yue's professional skills to have improved so rapidly."

As Assistant Shen watched her boss shower gifts worth millions, she found herself increasingly unable to understand her superior's true intentions.

He was young, and his memory hadn't deteriorated yet.

Not long ago, the president had almost completely ignored his wife at home, only sending her money regularly and not caring about her at all.

Even though his wife did many ridiculous and absurd things.

They made a fool of themselves and even caused a lot of trouble.

The president's indifferent and dismissive attitude was chillingly cold-blooded.

During this period, he even took the initiative to inquire about his wife's work.

Not only did he help her resolve her previous troubles, but he also remembered which day and time his wife was recording the show, who the guests were, and even asked the TV station to send her a copy of the script in advance.

The people placed around his wife were so pervasive that one could even say they were everywhere.

He clearly knows everything about her, and during breaks in meetings, he would pretend to call his wife to ask what she was doing that day.

I just re-downloaded a video editing software that I've never used before.

I registered a brand new account.

Because my level was too low, I couldn't top up my account when I first started sending gifts.

Finally, I made a phone call to the software developer and resolved this small problem.

Zhou Ji lazily glanced at the rapidly scrolling comments on the screen. His eyes narrowed, clearly displeased. He asked, "Why do they think it couldn't be me? Could someone else be impersonating me?"

Assistant Shen never expected that the president would be so petty about such a small matter. Netizens' comments were all idiotic.

But he couldn't say that in front of the CEO.

He hesitated for a long time, still unable to come up with an answer.

Assistant Shen heard the president say in a calm tone, "Have them help me with the verification later."

Assistant Shen nodded: "Okay."

After the program ended, Zhou Ji left the live stream and never opened the software again.

He hadn't finished watching the live stream; he'd jumped in halfway through and glanced at it casually. Her performance was indeed unexpectedly good. Although her makeup was light, it didn't diminish her radiant and noble beauty.

A story or allusion that comes to mind on a whim.

It didn't seem like a last-minute, rote memorization; it was as if that knowledge was already ingrained in her very being.

When Zhou Ji saw her making eye contact with the male actor on stage, he felt uncomfortable for the first time. He just couldn't stand it.

What's there to look at each other about?

Do we need to make eye contact?

Absolutely not.

Zhou Ji attributed this discomfort to men's innate possessiveness towards their partners, rather than any other emotion.

Over there, at the TV station.

Backstage, Jiang Yue walked past Chen Ye with a cold face, not even wasting a glance on him, as if she didn't care about him at all.

She had absolutely no intention of settling scores with him over the matter.

Chen Ye stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression equally cold. Their discord was out in the open, but instead of intimidating her, he actually gave her the limelight.

Chen Ye called out to her: "Jiang Yue."

Jiang Yue turned around only when she heard her name called. The girl raised her head high, her neck slender and long, with the posture of a delicate swan.

What advice do you have?

Chen Ye found her flowery language laughable.

A year ago, in the same backstage area of ​​the studio.

Her words were extremely vulgar, and he still remembers every word she said that day clearly—"What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to stand by my side? A nobody like him wants to be famous? What kind of pipe dream is that? It's so annoying, I get annoyed just looking at him. You're not allowed to invite him next time, he's lowering my status."

Back to the present.

Chen Ye took a few steps forward, and his manager and assistant cautiously tugged at his arm, afraid that he would lose his temper and go up to beat Jiang Yue.

Chen Ye retorted sarcastically, "You recited the script well just now, and your acting was also good. It's a waste of your talent to be a host."

Jiang Yue had already noticed this person.

This somewhat attractive man harbored deep hostility towards her.

As expected, this world is extremely unfriendly to villainous female supporting characters.

Jiang Yue wasn't the type to stand around and let herself be mocked. The atmosphere backstage became tense, and some people had already quietly slipped out to find the director.

I'm afraid of bloodshed happening backstage.

When Jiang Yue gets angry, she might smash an ashtray on someone's head!

"Thank you for the compliment. If I were to become an actor, you would be out of the picture. This princess will give you a chance to make a living."

hiss--

Bystanders couldn't help but gasp.

That's an absolute crushing statement.

Jiang Yue didn't continue the verbal battle with him. After recording the program for several hours, the princess's delicate body was really exhausted!

I hate my job.

I hate my job.

Kill your job.

Jiang Yue turned and left, and Chen Ye did not chase after her.

Actually, Jiang Yue's calmness just now was unexpected by Chen Ye. He originally wanted to provoke her. Although she was bad, she was also stupid.

Irritable and prone to outbursts.

They will definitely make the first move.

If she dares to make a move, he will not only call the police, but also make her trend on social media and become famous.

A year later, Jiang Yue has actually developed a brain, which is truly astonishing.

The director was urgently summoned, but nothing happened.

He entered the dressing room, where Jiang Yue was having someone help her remove her makeup. Her eyes were slightly closed, creating a gentle scene.

The director walked up behind her and praised her somewhat awkwardly but sincerely: "You did a very good job today."

He spoke earnestly and kindly:

"Although you were lucky this time, if you were willing to study hard from now on and perform exceptionally well every time, you wouldn't get scolded."

The director felt that she demonstrated a high level of professionalism today.

It was all just good luck after last-minute cramming.