She put on a mask and walked out of her house. A nanny van was parked outside.
Fu Hange was slightly surprised, and looked at Tang Yehuai blankly, asking, "This is... for me?"
She hadn't sat in it for many years, ever since she fell on hard times.
Tang Yehua smiled slightly and opened the door for her: "Get in the car, baby."
"..."
That "baby" really melted her heart; who would have thought that a normally serious person would call her that?
Fu Hange got in, and Jiang Luo followed. But Aunt Jiang was incredibly talkative; she chattered on and on to Fu Hange the whole way, saying, "Look at our girl, she's so amazing! A lot of people are watching this live stream today."
Fu Hange was flattered and gave a silly laugh.
During this time, Tang Yehuai held her hand and said, "I'm sorry, we could have directly blacklisted Wang Yuanyang, but he has female fans. If we rashly take action against him, I'm afraid his company won't allow it. In that case, it would be a lose-lose situation, and we wouldn't benefit at all."
Fu Hange nodded slightly, indicating her understanding.
In fact, she understood everything. Although Tang Yehuai held many economic lifelines in the entertainment industry, Wang Yuanyang was not under his control. Even if she went to talk to the director and asked him not to give Wang Yuanyang any resources, he was popular, so who would listen to him?
Moreover, Wang Yuanyang's company wouldn't agree to it. If they reveal online who did it, a bunch of female fans will go crazy again.
At this point, it was Fu Hange's turn to take the blame.
She held his hand back, wanting to tell him that she understood.
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Tang Yehua personally escorted Fu Hange all the way to the live broadcast site, which provided the media with plenty of juicy gossip.
The microphone was immediately shoved into their faces: "What is the relationship between Mr. Tang and Ms. Fu? Why are you here together?"
Tang Yehuai's eyes darkened. Does being husband and wife count?
He thought for a moment, then looked at Fu Hange, as if he wanted to reveal the secret.
She immediately understood what he meant and replied, "He's my boss. Thank you everyone for your concern."
Very appropriate, very natural.
Tang Yehuai couldn't help but want to applaud her.
He walked side by side with her until they entered the studio.
Tang Yehuai's tone held a slight displeasure: "Why won't you let me speak?"
Fu Hange looked at him apologetically, her voice barely audible: "You said it yourself, that we shouldn't announce our relationship in public."
He raised an eyebrow, suddenly remembering that he seemed to have said something like that before.
But the next second he smirked and said, "But I've changed my mind. I want to tell the public that you are my woman."
Even though she had seen Tang Yehuai's unserious side, these words made her blush slightly, and she couldn't help but smile.
Jiang Luo noticed their unease and coughed lightly, "Walk properly!"
Fu Hange then asked Tang Yehuai to keep some distance from her.
Perhaps he was willing to respect her wishes, so he found a lounge to sit down by himself.
Fu Hange was taken to the dressing room because it was a live broadcast, so she had to prepare in advance.
Because of her efforts to clear her name these past few days, the staff have been treating her with more respect and have even hired the best makeup artist to style her.
"Miss Fu, are you thirsty? Would you like me to have someone get you a glass of water?"
Fu Hange, who hadn't been treated like this in a long time, was flattered and said, "No, it's not necessary."
"You were brought by President Tang, so you're no ordinary person. Please wait here, I'll call someone over right away."
As he spoke, the stylist in his twenties called out to the outside of the dressing room, "Qi Shu, make Miss Fu a cup of coffee!"
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