Chapter 42 Chapter 42

Lu Ye gently closed the bedroom door and walked out.

The people in the house were already asleep, while the mobile phones outside were full of missed calls and unread messages, and the computers running the strategy models were also getting hot.

He seemed to have become numb and didn't notice anything.

Thinking back to her two months ago, the director's chair was eight feet away from him, and when they met by chance they had to politely call each other Mr. or Ms., every time he did so, his breath would be held in stagnation, and his chest would ache for a long time.

Now I sleep peacefully on the bed separated by a wall. It seems that by just lifting my legs, the gap of these years is easily bridged.

Sometimes close, sometimes far, sometimes close yet sometimes distant.

But now everything is right before my eyes, within reach.

He stood in front of the door for a long time, chose a sofa chair closest to the bedroom door, sat down, and started working.

Send materials and brief comments, review and annotate reports, and finally reply to private messages.

First, Shen Xingyu sent a scattered string of explanations after hanging up the phone, but he was too lazy to read them and exited directly.

Then, his immediate superior, Mr. Qin, took the initiative to leave him a message for the first time, briefly emphasizing the core idea of asking him to distinguish between the primary and the secondary and to withdraw from the recording as soon as possible.

Lu Ye read it carefully several times and stayed in the chat box for a long time, trying hard to figure out his boss's intentions.

His scheduled reports were more accurate than an alarm clock, and President Qin almost never took the initiative to inquire about the matters at hand. But this time, something was amiss. He sensitively sensed that President Qin seemed to be paying particular attention to this small matter.

Although they all knew it, Lu Ye had never missed work due to recording variety shows.

He didn't reply immediately. Just before he put his phone down, he noticed a new friend notification.

[Zhong Xinli of Lijiang Group], recommended by "Qin Jianhe @Z Company" to add you as a friend.

A ridiculous rumor popped up in his mind, which was already filled with too many things. It seemed that the daughter of the Lijiang Group had a good impression of him.

Lu Ye frowned. His boss, Mr. Qin, who had been in the financial circle for decades, had seen everything. He would not take such news that would damage a girl's reputation seriously.

The Lijiang Consortium was the most important partner for next year's first-tier business. Shen Xingyu had approached them several times, but nothing had progressed to the stage of signing a letter of intent. He had also heard Shen Xingyu complain several times.

Even the business dinner that President Qin personally organized was intended to help Shen Xingyu and win over this big money sponsor.

All the senior executives of Company Z came together, and the other party came was the future head of the consortium. It seemed like a dinner full of sincerity, but the attitude towards cooperation was still ambiguous.

Lu Ye had a good impression of Miss Zhong. She was well-mannered and had a sweet smile. As the future leader, she was not too ambitious and was very easy-going.

Boss Qin revealed to him that he wanted him to go to a first-level department for training, so maybe this time is just the beginning?

He clicked to agree, then replied to President Qin with a few words of promise and continued with his work.

-

Although the news of Lu Ye's withdrawal from the "Last Day Lovers" program was only conveyed to the heads of each group in a small range, it spread like wildfire before the filming started this week. The number of staff on site was twice as many as usual, and even colleagues on leave gave up their weekends to come, because they did not want to miss the last recording of male guest No. 3.

The empty recording hall suddenly became crowded, with almost no room to move.

Amidst the clamor of the crowd, the director team finally arrived. Director Zhang was in charge today, with Director An and Director Wu nowhere to be seen.

Someone who knew the inside story was quietly passing on the news. It turned out that the director team held an impromptu morning meeting and decided to start a live broadcast tomorrow night, inviting the audience to interact with the six guests and also announce the news of Lu Ye's departure.

Director An and Director Wu have already gone to urgently prepare for the live broadcast.

Director Wu is a master at publicity and promotion. He called on the publicity and public relations teams to make posters and create topics. He also borrowed editing experts from the post-production team to re-produce a high-sugar compilation.

An Jiyue was in charge of the two-and-a-half-hour livestream. She designed the gameplay and controlled the pacing. With her experience in music variety shows, she was quite adept at livestreaming.

In between their busy schedules, they also had to confirm the itinerary with their three guests.

The male guest group was relatively easy to find. Shu Jun was a local, and Zhan Nianqing was always responsive to her requests. The only variable was Lu Ye, who had to catch late-night flights several times, and the live broadcast might delay his schedule.

Xu Mu was waiting backstage worriedly. Director An gave him the task of confirming the guests' itinerary. At this moment, only Lu Ye's itinerary had not been finalized.

This guest is really not a fuel-efficient lamp...

Compared with the regrets of many of his colleagues, Xu Mu was actually glad to have sent away this difficult-to-serve Buddha.

He always rushes to catch flights that are against the clock, and it often takes one or two days for the liaison to reply to a message. His several times of overtime work are all related to Lu Ye.

Xu Mu knew this wasn't his intention. During breaks in the recording session, Lu Ye could often be seen staring at data with a frown, making phone calls. He never objected to the midnight recording schedule; he was truly trying his best to cooperate.

But he was too busy.

He is so busy that one wonders if he will really live out his life alone after leaving the show.

Perhaps the strong are destined to be lonely... Xu Mu sighed for him.

During lunch break, An Jiyue, who had been busy all morning, took a breath and quietly returned to the recording site.

She was dressed very simply today. She had bought a short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants at a nearby shopping mall. She was also wearing no makeup and blended into the crowd like an intern doing odd jobs.

The colleagues around gathered in twos and threes, and the topic of discussion was still Lu Yeli's group.

Having consumed too much in the morning, she wolfed down her lunch box, half-ear perked up, listening to all sorts of nonsense.

"My Luzhu CP died just like that..."

"Quality men are indeed out of stock."

"I really can't afford to meet an overly stunning male guest too early. How can I even watch this show after that?"

"There's one male guest missing. How are we going to pair them up? Will the atmosphere be awkward?"

"There must be a replacement. Yesterday I heard Director Zhang and Sister Li Li on the phone, discussing inviting someone over. Maybe they'll be here tomorrow night to do the live broadcast together."

An Jiyue stopped chewing and her tense heartstrings moved. Is there going to be a new male guest?

Director Zhang went directly to communicate with pregnant Li Li, and the candidate was decided without even notifying her, the director of the male guest group.

I am still an insignificant newcomer after all...

Fortunately, she didn't get upset, shrugged and continued eating.

Everyone has their own struggles to level up. Lu Ye was gone, so she could finally let go and do her best.

She wondered what kind of character the new guest would be, and whether she could be compatible with Zhu Ling. An Jiyue pondered this with great interest.

Perhaps I was too absorbed in the fun that I didn't even notice the look of excitement and anticipation on my face, which stood out amid the sighs of my colleagues around me.

When she came to her senses, she quickly lowered her head and couldn't help but smile.

As usual, she planned to take a nap in the car, but when she reached the elevator, she remembered that she didn't drive her own car today.

An Jiyue hesitated for a moment.

The guests have their own lounge. Perhaps Lu Ye doesn’t need to use the car at noon, and he still has the key.

Although she had a good sleep last night, a nap was still necessary for her to survive the day. An Jiyue decided to try her luck.

She walked out of the elevator, but the silver-gray Volvo was not there.

Lu Ye... drove away?

An Jiyue subconsciously checked her phone messages, but there was no message from Lu Ye. She turned around regretfully and prepared to go upstairs.

Two beams of white light suddenly lit up behind her, and the air in the basement gathered into wind, lifting the corners of her hair.

The man in the driver's seat was stern and angular, and he honked at her softly.

An Jiyue felt relieved and couldn't help but call out with relief: "Lu Ye!"

The man curled his lips at her, then parked the car perfectly. She opened the door and jumped in.

"Where have you been?"

"Registering the license. I also met the CEO of a company."

He expertly took out a soft blanket and pillow, lifted her head, and placed it under them. Then he found a lavender sachet from the glove box and hung it on the rearview mirror.

An Jiyue was lost in the light and soothing fragrance of flowers. Lu Ye seemed to know that she was going to take a nap in the car, so he came back at the right time and prepared everything.

But she was indeed a little too tired, her head was heavy and her eyelids were fighting. Before falling asleep, she was busy saying:

"There's going to be a live broadcast tomorrow night, you have to come..."

Lu Yemo's deep eyes were full of tenderness, and he bent down and kissed her on the top of her head.

"I know. I'll definitely come. Go to sleep."

The man's voice was magnetic and deep, like a protective armor that enveloped her in a carefree dream.

Lu Ye spread out his long arms to protect her, holding his cell phone in his other hand.

With difficulty, her slender fingertips typed out the four words "Help me refund the ticket" and sent them to the administrative secretary opposite.

Tomorrow night, President Qin originally arranged for him and Shen Xingyu to go to a banquet at a restaurant under the Lijiang Group.

He understood his leader's intention, but someone with a higher priority had just spoken.

Then everything will have to be put on hold, Lu Ye thought, laughing and shaking his head helplessly.

He was a man of his word. Since he had said that he would coax her no matter how long it took, he naturally had to keep his promise.

-

The president's office at Anshi Capital is always closed.

Liang Sinan pushed the door open, moved the dusty swivel chair, and scanned the simple corners of the display.

"I told you there's nothing, why not go next door."

Yue Hui hugged his elbows and leaned against the door, waiting for him impatiently.

"She really doesn't care about what's happening here." Liang Sinan looked back at her sympathetically, "The office is so dirty."

"It's not like she doesn't care about everything. She still helps me screen projects occasionally." Yue Hui defended the "boss" cautiously and impartially. "This time, Zhu Ling's project was possible thanks to her personal discussion."

Liang Sinan walked out with boredom and followed Yue Hui back to her office. Many of the various facilities here were designed by An Jiuyue.

"By the way, did she reply to the message?" He sat down casually and asked casually.

"Yeah. I'm already at the recording site."

Yue Hui seemed reluctant to talk more, as if she was deliberately hiding something from An Jiyue. She poured tea for Liang Sinan and handed it over.

"By the way, she said she has a live broadcast tomorrow and won't have time to go home for the next two days."

Liang Sinan glanced at the woman's stiff expression and knew that asking further would be fruitless. So he lowered his brows again, sipping his tea patiently, his mind racing.

Rather than waiting for others to give the answer, it is better to find it yourself. He has always been a man of action.