Wei Qinghe turned his head away, giving the camera his backside, then whispered to Tang Youmin, loud enough only for the two of them to hear.
He was really pissed off with Tang Youmin.
"Fuck, how the hell do you talk? Don’t think you’re invincible just because you have Yu Ting backing you up. Don’t you understand what I mean?" Tang Youmin moved a little, also turned his back to the camera, and started talking to Wei Qinghe, "It’s the last day or two, why are you hoarding so much food? Give me some to eat."
Fucking hell, what a shitty variety show.
Is the life of a director too blissful? Seeking his own trouble.
I was so pissed off. If it hadn’t been for the mandatory participation required by Southwest Entertainment, I wouldn’t have bothered coming.
Fucking endured all this for more than fifty days.
"I’m happy doing so," said Wei Qinghe, righteously, "if you have nothing to eat, go chew on tree bark."
"Or eat bugs if you’re desperate. Get some protein."
Tang Youmin: ...
God damn it.
...
Several days later, Wei Qinghe’s segment had finally come to an end. After the show’s thorough wrap-up, he freshened up properly and had dinner with some of the people from the director’s group.
They were all extremely pleased with the successful completion of the show—the director crew was relieved to have finished filming,
And the celebrities were even more delighted—it was finally over.
Everyone who wanted to drink was drinking, especially the director, who started to blush not long after the meal from too much alcohol.
He then began to compliment everyone.
"You have a very homely and feminine look—you’re bound to become famous if you can endure a few more years, mark my words!"
"Haha, really? You’re too funny, director."
The drunk director spoke quite openly, one couldn’t tell whether he was genuinely or pretending to be drunk.
"And you, even though you have a shifty look, and your gaze seems off, but, but..."
He started to belittle Tang Youmin after going round the table, but then said ’but, but’ for a long time and couldn’t get any other words out.
Then he moved on.
Tang Youmin, who had excitedly anticipated a compliment: ...
Next was Wei Qinghe’s turn.
"You are a promising young talent, very focused in your work, but it seems you’re not on the right path, haha. Maybe you should try something different when you have time," said the director with a sly grin, still gulping down his booze.
Wei Qinghe felt somewhat pleased after hearing the first half, but was quite taken aback by the latter part.
Not on the right path... hmm...
But his shock was only temporary.
Wei Qinghe quickly regained his composure, smiled, and responded, "Okay."
At least he received a compliment. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
...
After dinner, Wei Qinghe took an early morning flight back to Jiangqi City.
The plane to Jiangqi City flew with the sunrise.
When he disembarked, it was already eight in the morning. After freshening up a bit more and changing into more presentable clothes, he arrived back at the company around nine. As soon as he entered the building and prepared to take the elevator upstairs, he wondered how he could meet Yu Ting.
He hadn’t walked many steps when he felt some movement behind him. Turning around, he saw Yu Ting with her assistant.
Yu Ting was forcibly brought back to the office by Song Zhan, not long after she had finished her makeup compensation test.
In the mid-April weather of Jiangqi City, the temperature had risen considerably, and she was dressed in a light spring outfit, accentuating her uncluttered and sharp appearance.
Her hair seemed a lot longer than when he first met her.
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