Rong Zhan paused while sliding the tablet, frowned and asked, "Who do you think I'm giving it to?"

A trace of relaxation passed through Su Yang's brows. He picked up the gift box and opened the lid. Inside lay a North Star necklace, which was somewhat similar to the one he had given her last time, but more delicate and beautiful than that one, especially the aquamarine diamond on it, which was very dazzling.

Her clear and calm eyes turned slightly and looked at the man who was pretending to be calm and nonchalant while browsing his tablet: "It looks great, thank you."

The man's slender fingers tapped the edge of the tablet happily and briskly. He still had that indifferent and cold tone, and he was too proud to look up, but the corners of his lips unconsciously raised: "Well, you're welcome."

"It's customary to reciprocate. I'll give you a gift as well." Su Yang raised her eyebrows, put down the necklace, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"Gift?" The man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he looked at her with interest.

Su Yang nodded: "Well, stretch out your hand."

Rong Zhan hesitated for a moment, then threw the tablet aside without saying a word and obediently stretched out his hand.

Su Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and took out the red rope that was almost moldy from his bag. The rope was very ordinary, nothing special about it. Compared with the designer clothes he usually wore, it even looked mediocre and cheap.

She slowly tied it around his wrist, raised her eyes and reminded him: "Once you put it on, don't take it off easily."

"Is this the gift you mentioned?" Rong Zhan frowned, staring deeply at the red rope around his wrist, his tone filled with disbelief.

He is the eldest son of the Rong family, in charge of the economic lifeline of the entire Beidu, and is also the founder of SPH International Bank. He has seen all kinds of valuable gifts. Even if a mountain of gold and silver is placed in front of him, he won't even bat an eyelid.

This was the first time someone gave him a broken rope.

It was a good thing that she gave this thing away.

"Yeah." Su Yang responded softly, observing his expression: "You seem to be disgusted?"

"What do you think?" Rong Zhan's face was gloomy, and his cold and arrogant eyes were full of disdain.

"It's a little ugly, but this red rope can help restore your vitality, like a talisman." Su Yang pursed his lips and answered seriously: "It can be regarded as... a way for me to miss you!"

"miss?"

His tone was frivolous and he subconsciously glanced at the red rope.

"After all, we are now husband and wife, so I am naturally thinking of you." Su Yang thought, trying to find a suitable and reasonable reason: "When you woke up that night, I now have the personality of 'Lucky Star'. It's impossible for you to faint again in a few days and slap me in the face."

Rong Zhan sneered, quite disdainful: "Just for this?"

"Just wear it if I tell you to. It won't do any harm. Besides, you have a good appearance, so you can handle this rope." Su Yang stood up, his tone calm with a hint of commanding stiffness.

"Mrs. Rong, are you praising my good looks?"

"I'm going to take a shower first. Remember, you can't take off the rope." Looking at his playful eyes, Su Yang simply ignored it, emphasized his instructions, and turned to go to the bathroom.

In fact, she had never denied his appearance.

On the contrary, she felt that he was the most handsome and had the most outstanding temperament among all the men she had ever seen.

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"Sister Yang, Director Fang and the others are already in the conference room." Zhuang Tong walked into the preparation room and called softly.

"Um."

Su Yang put away his phone, stood up, and handed her the information in his hand: "There are delays on the first page, the fifth page, and the seventh page. Go and communicate with the interview department to confirm. If it is not true, then cross it out."

"Okay, I'll go now." Zhuang Tong took the notebook, nodded with a smile, and kindly reminded: "Oh, by the way... Sister Yang, it seems that Lin Qingle is interested in taking over the "Idols Descend" column. I just saw her in the elevator. She happened to go to the 17th floor where Director Fang was."

"Lin Qingle?" Su Yang narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a hint of deep meaning, and chuckled: "The daughter of the station director who likes to skip shows and has no hosting skills?"

"Yes, it's her." Zhuang Tong nodded repeatedly.

"You're back from abroad so soon? Chitose, that's great."

"Ah, Sister Yang, what did you say? What do you mean by 'Thousand Years Old'?" Zhuang Tong was confused and puzzled.

"Nothing." Su Yang put away his thoughts and shook his head: "When did she come back?"

"It seems like she just came back a few days ago. Last year, the variety show "Happy 1+1" was ruined by her. She still has the nerve to ask for the show now. She is really thick-skinned. Does she think the Internet has no memory?"

Seeing Zhuang Tong's indignant look, Su Yang patted her shoulder and raised his hand to make a gesture of silence: "Be careful that there are ears on the other side of the wall. After all... she is Lin Tai's precious daughter."

Zhuang Tong immediately covered her mouth tightly, looked around, and nodded: "Okay... Then I'll get busy first, you should go up quickly, otherwise she will take away the show."

"Don't worry, Director Fang... is a man of measure." Su Yang curled his lips, a smile in his eyes slightly revealing a deep meaning, raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked out of the preparation room confidently and gracefully.

Arriving on the 17th floor and just walking to the door of the conference room, Su Yang heard a sweet yet domineering voice coming from inside.

"Uncle Fang, my dad has asked you to hand over the show 'Idol Advent' to me. Don't worry, I have learned a lot during my year of further studies abroad, and I promise I won't let you down."

Director Fang smiled awkwardly, his eyes unconsciously looking at the two producers next to him, and the two producers turned their faces away.

Fang Zhiheng moved his lips jealously, thinking that it was not easy to offend this ancestor, but it was even harder to offend Su Yang. After all, Li Chengnian's affairs had been widely circulated in the station in the past few days.

Although it was not spread openly, everyone knew it well. Apart from the capital tycoon of the Rong family, no one could withdraw funding from all of Li Chengnian's programs at once and force the station to replace people.

"It's like this, Qingle, it's not that I don't want to give you the show, it's mainly because... we've been preparing for this show for several months, and we've also decided on the host. The investors are also very satisfied with the host we chose, so it's really not something we can just change!"

"Decided? Who are you kidding? My dad said you were selecting a host." Lin Qingle curled her lips, crossed her arms, and had an expression that said 'don't try to fool me'.

"Really, the first episode of this program has already been discussed with guests, and it will be recorded at the end of the month."

"Who did you choose?"

Fang Zhiheng was having a headache with this little ancestor. Just when he was thinking about how to get rid of her, he saw Su Yang standing at the door. He stood up with shining eyes and walked over to her as if he had seen a savior.

"Teacher Su, you are here. Come in and sit down. Come in and sit down."

(End of this chapter)