Can Someone So Fierce Really Dote on Their Wife?

After more than twenty years, Tong Zhao, a C-list star who had fallen to the very bottom, was suddenly informed that he was the illegitimate son of a top-tier tycoon. Unfortunately, the billions in...

Chapter 123 Zhaozhao's Support Group

Is the person who wants to see him Wei Hong?

Tong Zhao was momentarily stunned. During his audition, he was so focused on acting that he didn't pay much attention to the appearance of his co-stars.

In fact, even if he had recognized who it was at the time, he wouldn't have dared to admit it.

As it turns out, Xu Fei's joke back then has actually come true, and he has indeed won the favor of the producer.

Tong Zhao sat upright, watching Shan Song and Wei Hong talk. He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing as he clenched his fists together, a thin layer of sweat forming in the not-so-warm room.

[I was so nervous watching this. Did Wei Hong really specifically request to see him?]

[Him?]

[Incomprehensible!]

Could it be that Dansong spent a fortune on this?

This one seems more reliable.

+1

Before long, Wei Hong's gaze shifted to Tong Zhao: "Don't be nervous. I met you a long time ago, when you were filming your first script."

Tong Zhao opened his mouth in confusion. He remembered that the producer at the time wasn't Wei Hong, right?

He habitually looked in Shan Song's direction, and only after receiving an affirming look did he turn back, somewhat ashamed, and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Wei, I don't seem to remember very clearly. Were you also involved in the production?"

“I wrote the script back then,” Wei Hong replied, then added, “It’s normal that you don’t remember. I wasn’t in good health back then and only went to the film set once.”

Tong Zhao's eyes widened; she hadn't expected such a connection.

“Your acting skills were very talented back then. Although the quality of scripts in recent years has been worrying, I observed you during the audition and your talent should not have been buried yet.”

Wei Hong has a serious face, speaks directly, and has a capable style. Even when praising someone, his tone carries a sense of solemnity. Tong Zhao can only obediently nod and say, "Thank you for the compliment, Teacher Wei."

"Come audition." Wei Hong stood up and said no more.

Tong Zhao was stunned again.

“I haven’t written a script in many years. If you can handle the role, it’s yours.”

A casual remark seemed to transform into a windfall, and Tong Zhao's nerve endings, though slow to register it, received a signal of overwhelming joy.

"Go ahead," Shan Song encouraged, gently pushing Tong Zhao's back. "Your husband will be waiting for you here."

Tong Zhao subconsciously followed Wei Hong for a few steps, then suddenly turned back, tiptoed, and kissed Shan Song: "Thank you, husband!"

"It's thanks to yourself." Shan Song placed his hand on Tong Zhao's head and looked at him earnestly: "Zhao Zhao earned it himself."

He repeated, "Go!"

Smiling as he watched the omega run off, Shan Song turned around and sat back down to wait.

...

While Tong Zhao was auditioning, Qi Yan brought Luan Yining to the date location he had planned long ago.

They rarely went on dates, lived apart during their school years, and never took any action after getting married for various reasons.

The few times I remember going on dates all ended in arguments, so I could say that I went on few dates, and even fewer dates that were peaceful and uneventful.

To prepare for this date, Qi Yan carefully selected a place that he thought Luan Yining would definitely like. He even arranged the program time to coincide with this exhibition—the first international exchange exhibition on architectural technology in China.

Qi Yan was very proud of the location he had chosen, but the viewers in the live stream clearly didn't think so.

[No, what kind of decent person goes on a date to a museum?]

[Just to correct you, this is the Architectural Technology Museum.]

What's the difference?

【Qi Yan, are you confused?!】

[It should be better than my ex-boyfriend taking me to see a nuclear submarine on our first date.]

[...]

This is definitely based on Professor Luan's preferences; isn't this exactly what Professor Luan researches?

Luan Yining stood at the entrance of the architecture building. This was indeed a date spot he hadn't expected. Students from the academy would come here to visit every year, and he had been here a few times himself, but this must be Qi Yan's first time here.

Before leaving, Qi Yan spoke to him mysteriously for a long time, so much so that when Luan Yining stood there, his feeling of "so that's how it is" was greater than his surprise.

Having tasted the sweetness of her previous attempts to win favor with Luan Yining, Qi Yan now clung to her without any hesitation: "How is it? Does it suit your taste? I'm sure you'll like the time I planned!"

Luan Yining was indeed subtly moved, but his expression seemed to be preoccupied with something else, appearing somewhat absent-minded. After a moment, he nodded: "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Qi Yan frowned in dissatisfaction, but quickly recovered and began planning the itinerary as naturally as possible: "After you rest, we'll go to Barcelona!"

Qi Yan's cryptic tone didn't escape Luan Yining's ears, but at this moment, his heart felt as if it had been pierced by the Alpha's suppressed nervousness and expression, and was leaking air out. He lowered his eyes, knowing that things couldn't go on like this.

"You have to explain it to me, don't think I don't understand!" Qi Yan didn't hear the answer he wanted, and pulled Luan Yining inside on his own. The disappointment in his eyes was well hidden, as if it had never appeared.

This time, Luan Yining readily agreed: "Okay."

On the other hand, Tong Zhao's scene had already been tried out once.

"Don't be so tense, relax!" Wei Hong has several years of directing experience and is extremely meticulous in her work. Tong Zhao couldn't relax in front of her at first, but later she got used to her calm and serious gaze and gradually adjusted her state according to her previous experience.

You know what, his acting just now was actually pretty good.

I watched his first movie, and it was actually pretty good. How did he end up like this?

[Could it be that he's just willingly degenerating?]

Wei Hongdu said the script quality was worrying, and he just hadn't had a good opportunity.

In the entertainment industry, to become famous, you need both talent and luck.

Which show? I can't find it.

Dan Song was barred from entering the venue and was outside replying to Qi Changzhou's message: "[Post the edited footage of today's auditions; let's try some marketing.]"

[Qi Changzhou has added you to Zhao Zhao's fan club group 1]

[Qi Changzhou has appointed you as an administrator]

[Shan Song: ?]

[Qi Changzhou [Group Owner]: Welcome new member!]

Welcome to our newest member!

Welcome to our newest member!

...

When Shan Song checked the group chat profile and saw 499 people, his face darkened and he immediately called Qi Changzhou: "What have you done?"

"A fan club? You've never heard of that?" Qi Changzhou's tone was incredibly irritating.

"..." Shan Song choked up: "Where did you get these people from?"

"Those who look pleasing to the eye in the comments, those who have reformed, and those who have potential can all be admitted after a technical screening by your bodyguards and a three-day review by the person in charge."

Qi Changzhou stared at Qi Yan's live stream and nodded in satisfaction. "This kid is teachable." He then looked at Tong Zhao's live stream and selected a few familiar IDs to add to the Excel spreadsheet.

At the same time, check the box for those who have completed three rounds and send them a private message: 【Baby, are you interested in joining Zhaozhao's fan club? It's an official fan club, no deception.】

While he was busy at work, he told Shan Song on the other end of the phone, "From now on, Group 1 will be under your management. These are the first batch of die-hard fans. Nurture them well; they will be your pillars in the future, understand?"

Dan Song gritted his teeth: "Fine!"