"I'm so sorry," Su Ge said, clasping her hands together in front of Qin Tianye. "My dress got snagged when I left home, and changing it took a lot of time, which is why I'm late."

Qin Tianye remained silent, but Zheng Bohan glanced at Su Ge with surprise and said with a smile, "It's not that late, the dishes haven't been served yet. Please sit down!"

Has Miss Su taken the wrong medicine? She's actually learned to apologize to him, this "beggar screenwriter"?

Shang Yechu saw Zheng Bohan's self-delusion, took a sip of tea, and hid her laughter that she was about to burst out laughing.

This was Zheng Bohan's first time giving a celebratory speech as a director and producer, and he was slightly emotional, but overall, his speech was very appropriate. It was sincere, well-paced, and expressed his heartfelt gratitude to everyone present.

Everyone exchanged a few polite words, all of which were quite eloquent.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, a lavishly decorated cake was brought out. A bright red "5.21" was written on the cake in jam, representing the peak viewership of "Yun Qing Ji".

Before they started eating, Su Ge snapped several photos of the cake. Shang Yechu, with her sharp eyes, noticed that she had also secretly taken a few pictures of Qin Tianye, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Zheng Bohan used a knife to distribute a piece of cake to everyone, sharing the fruits of victory together.

The cake tasted good. Shang Yechu took a few spoonfuls, then saw Fu Yu cough and slowly walk out the door.

Zheng Bohan muttered under his breath, "Old smoker."

Running out to smoke during the celebration banquet—only Zheng Bohan's old friends would do something so impolite.

Although he cursed Fu Yu a couple of times, Zheng Bohan's own addiction to tobacco was also triggered by Fu Yu.

He's been under a lot of pressure lately, and his smoking habit has gotten several times worse than before. Zheng Bohan said with a forced smile, "I'm going to the restroom."

The second heavy smoker also left, leaving only Shang Yechu, Su Ge, and Qin Tianye in the private room.

As soon as Zheng Bohan left, Shang Yechu glanced to the side and saw Qin Tianye staring intently at the plate in front of him, occasionally picking up a few bites of food or glancing out the window, but never looking at Su Ge.

Su Ge was quite open about it, almost squinting. Even though Shang Yechu didn't want to meddle, she couldn't help but remind her to look away.

Something's up. There's something seriously going on between these two.

Gossiping is human nature, and Shang Yechu experienced the thrill of being the center of attention for the first time. Unfortunately, this thrill quickly turned into unease—the silence and awkwardness in the air were almost palpable; even the sound of Qin Tianye's chopsticks clattering on his plate was clearly audible. Shang Yechu felt embarrassed for the two people beside her.

Shang Yechu had no choice but to laugh and say, "I'll go to the restroom first," before leaving the tense private room.

After making a token trip to the restroom, Shang Yechu washed her hands and strolled around slowly, wondering if Zheng Bohan and Fu Yu had finished their cigarettes. She didn't want to go back to the private room and face those two alone.

As soon as you speak of the devil, he appears. Just as Shang Yechu was walking back, she heard Zheng Bohan's voice come from behind her: "Yechu!"

Shang Yechu turned her head and saw Zheng Bohan, but not Fu Yu. She asked in surprise, "Teacher, where is Teacher Fu?"

"I didn't like the hotel's mints because they didn't mask the smell, so I went out to buy some." Zheng Bohan stepped forward and chatted with Shang Yechu. "What are your plans for the future?"

Shang Yechu said, "I plan to sign a company agreement first, and then look for..."

"That's not what I'm asking," Zheng Bohan said seriously. "What are your plans regarding filming?"

“I’ve received several scripts,” Shang Yechu said cautiously. “However, there are still a few more installments in the Xiao Feng Que series, so I haven’t decided yet.”

Zheng Bohan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Actually, if you can wait... I have a good notebook here that would suit you."

Shang Yechu's heart skipped a beat: "Teacher?"

Zheng Bohan chewed the mint in his mouth, swallowed it, and then whispered, "Do you know about custom-made films?"

Shang Yechu naturally knew this. Custom-made films are TV series with scripts tailored to the requirements of the production company.

"Have you heard? Has anyone commissioned you to write a script?"

“A major station, not CTS, but a major local station,” Zheng Bohan said. “They asked me to write this script a couple of years ago. I was busy with another project at the time… Oh well, I have time now anyway.”

Given Zheng Bohan's reputation, this isn't surprising. Shang Yechu's eyes lit up: "What type is it?"

Zheng Bohan said, "The subject matter is a bit niche—it's a spy film."