"Yes, we have already arrived."

Xia Zhuxi bowed 90 degrees and said softly, "Then we will go back and report to the president first. Please rest early."

"Okay, okay."

After opening the door, Han Jiaren suddenly felt a little guilty, "Well, he shouldn't be back yet, right?"

…

Outsiders have no way of knowing what Han Ga-in went through after returning home after getting drunk.

Li Zhenyu only knew that when he saw her again the next day, her red and swollen eyes seemed to be a circle bigger than yesterday.

"I'm sorry, President. I will recover as soon as possible."

"You have to call me director on the set."

"Yes, Director."

After teaching Han Ga-in, who didn't know the rules, a lesson, Lee Jin-woo devoted himself to the preparations for the crew.

He will be personally responsible for shooting "My Love from the Star", as other directors are already very busy.

Either they have a shooting job on hand, or they are sent by him to various parts of the world to learn advanced shooting concepts and techniques.

At this time, Park Hun-jeong, who was about to take off at the airport, looked helpless. He had learned everything from Hollywood.

Even if you want to learn something new, you should at least wait for a while.

It has only been six months, and I haven't fully mastered what I learned before. Isn't the boss too impatient? But thinking about the development of the company, Park Xunzheng felt that he could understand his urgency.

If this were not the case, the company would not have been able to catch up with the Big Three in such a short period of time, and would have the momentum to overtake them and leave them behind.

So, being a boss is the most difficult one!

"Beauty, relax a little more, go a little crazier, act like a crazy woman."

"Think about sad things, present a sad and empty feeling, imagine yourself as an older woman, with a glamorous appearance but extremely lonely inside, but still have to force yourself to be perfect in front of the public."

There happened to be some free time before the filming began, so Lee Jin Woo personally instructed her on how to portray Cheon Song Yi's mental state.

Han Ga-in listened carefully and put all her concentration into it, so much so that she didn't notice how ugly the expression on Yeon Jung-hoon's face was outside the set.

The opening ceremony in the afternoon was very lively, and after it ended everyone went to the restaurant to celebrate.

"President, um...Did Jung-hoon oppa's interview go well?"

During the dinner, Han Ga In mentioned this matter again, and Li Zhenyu suddenly said: "Look at me, I almost forgot, let me call and ask."

"Director Kim, how was the result of Yeonjeong-hoon-seo's interview this afternoon?"

"...Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, under Han Ga In's concerned gaze, Li Zhenyu frowned and asked with an unhappy look: "Director Jin said he didn't show up. Did he get the time wrong?"

Han Jiaren's heart skipped a beat, followed by shame and intense anger.

Why didn't he know how to cherish the opportunity I had fought for him? How could the time be wrong? I had confirmed it with him several times and even left a note before leaving.

It was obvious that he had deliberately not shown up out of unwarranted jealousy.

Disappointed, extremely disappointed.

Han Ga-in, who was sulking, did not notice that Li Zhenyu raised the corner of his mouth in a sly smile.

"Senior Jia Ren, let me offer you a toast."

"Yes, okay... please sit down, you don't have to be so polite."

"Senior Jia Ren, please have a drink with me too!"

"Inside."

Han Ga-in suddenly became the target of everyone's attack, and Li Zhenyu just sat aside and watched the situation develop.

What's more, drinking more can relieve her inner depression. Han Ga-in needs alcohol now, more than ever.

"Slow down, be careful with the door."

Helping Han Ga In into the car, this was the second time she got drunk in front of Lee Jin Woo.

Perhaps because of the good impression they had the first time, Han Ga-in trusted him very much. She hung her whole body on him and let him squeeze her into the back seat.

"President, thank...thank you."

"Secretary Xia, I'd like to trouble you to send her back."

"Yes, President."

Xia Zhuxi got in the car, let her lean on him, and told the driver, "Drive."

Watching the car go away, Li Zhenyu knew that the time was almost up.

Next time, maybe it will be his turn to show up in person. How should Yeon Jung-hoon respond?

The car soon stopped in front of the villa. Xia Zhuxi did not leave early like last time, but supported Han Ga-in, who was standing unsteadily, and walked into the room together.

I stumbled through the entrance hallway and just as I was about to enter the living room, Yeon Jung-hoon appeared in front of me, "Jia Ren... why are you so drunk? Who are you?"

"Hello, Yeonjeong-hoon-seo, I'm Ha Joo-hee, Chairman Lee Jin-woo's personal assistant."

"Tonight is the celebration party for the new drama. The juniors always toast her, so Han Ga In drank a few more glasses. The chairman specifically asked me to send her home."

Hearing the name 'Lee Jin-woo' again, Yeon Jung-hoon's expression became very grim.

But in front of the beauty, he still has to maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, "Thank you, you've worked hard."

"No, it's not hard. I'm just following the president's instructions. This is what I should do."

"Haha, really? Your president is a very nice person."

As if she didn't hear Yeon Jung-hoon's sarcasm, Ha Joo-hee responded very sincerely: "Yes, the president has always been very friendly to ladies."

Yan Zhengxun looked like he had eaten poisonous mushrooms. His face turned blue, then green, and then red with a hint of black.

Very friendly to ladies, what kind of friendliness.

Is it just a simple celebration, drinking and talking about the script like now?

Or...

Yan Zhengxun clenched his fists tightly. If the person in front of him was Li Zhenyu, he couldn't guarantee that he would do something ridiculous.

But looking at that expressionless, formulaic pretty face, Yan Zhengxun could only coldly hold back his anger and say, "She's already home, you should leave."

"Yes, sir."

Xia Zhuxi put her on the sofa, bowed politely, and left decisively.

"Shit, ah, damn bastard..."

Yan Zhengxun turned around in circles and cursed loudly, looking at his wife who was drunk and unconscious on the sofa. The anger in his heart was rising like crazy as if he was doused with gasoline.

Bastard, damn bastard.

He must have done something shameless. I must kill him.

But when the anger gradually faded away under the brilliance of time, reason took over again, and all of Yeon Jung-hoon's emotions turned into a helpless roar: "Ah~"

Falling to the ground with his head exploded, Yeon Jung-hoon didn't know what else he could do.

Is that person someone I can resist? Maybe there is nothing between them. My wife has already returned home safely, and there were many people at the dinner party before.

On the set, it was just normal instruction, and there was no excessive behavior.

Perhaps, I should reject the olive branch he extended? (End of this chapter)