Xu Mengyu rested at home for a day before rushing off to dance practice. She was going to hold a concert to meet her fans, and her offline clothing store was opening in twenty days. She didn't have any extra time to argue with Zheng Tianming.
Zheng Tianming sat in the chair, playing with a lighter. Anyway, he had nothing to do and plenty of time to spend with Xu Mengyu.
Hu Xiaohui sat down next to him, holding a pen and pointing at the schedule: "We must arrange Sister Xu's schedule carefully. There can't be any mistakes, otherwise she might be accused of being a diva."
“I won’t learn these things.” Zheng Tianming said, looking at Hu Xiaohui: “You can handle these matters.”
This junior assistant was constantly worried about being fired and lived in fear, but he still diligently taught him every day.
Hu Xiaohui closed her notebook, her voice unconsciously lowering: "I feel like I shouldn't be taking so much money right now..."
Finding a job these days isn't easy, especially finding a good boss. She doesn't want to be fired, but she also can't just take up space and collect wages for nothing.
Zheng Tianming turned his head and glanced at it: "Okay, when you get paid, transfer me tens of thousands to spend. I've never seen anyone complain about having too much money."
Hu Xiaohui looked up at Xu Mengyu, who was diligently practicing her dance moves: "I don't mean any harm, but I think you learn things very quickly, so you don't really need to spend this extra money..."
“You earn three thousand from me, but our jobs don’t conflict.” Zheng Tianming said, picking up a warm water and a towel from the side and walking over.
What she did, he might not be able to do. Just lay off staff, lay off key personnel, and that's it, isn't it?
Xu Mengyu took the towel from Zheng Tianming and wiped the sweat from her forehead. She glanced at Hu Xiaohui sitting in the chair and said, "I'll have a good talk with her later."
To be honest, she really couldn't do without this little assistant. During the time she was at home, the company relied entirely on her.
She also secured several big-name endorsements and brought back six or seven scripts and variety show appearances. This time, she's even thinking of giving her a raise.
Although Zheng Tianming learns quickly, he is no match for Hu Xiaohui in his professional field. How could someone who is a latecomer to the field possibly surpass someone with a professional background?
When Hu Xiaohui heard that Xu Mengyu wanted to talk to her, her heart jumped.
When Xu Mengyu bent over backwards, Zheng Tianming frowned deeply.
The dance teacher pointed a finger: "Go stand over there, I know what I'm doing, you won't get hurt..."
In the morning, he kept sighing and inhaling cold air, making it seem like she wasn't a dance teacher but an abuser.
Xu Mengyu almost burst out laughing. She lay down on the ground and looked at Zheng Tianming: "If you really have nothing better to do, go and take a look at the decoration of the offline store and send me some photos of the scene."
Zheng Tianming took out his car keys: "Okay, I'll go straight to the market when I get back. Send me the menu." He then squatted down.
Xu Mengyu turned her head and nudged Zheng Tianming with her hand: "Can you be a little more careful?"
"Then give me a kiss." Zheng Tianming squatted down next to Xu Mengyu. If she didn't kiss him, he would.
The dance teacher made a helpless expression, and Hu Xiaohui silently covered her face.
Xu Mengyu wrapped her arms around Zheng Tianming's neck, breathed hot air into his ear, and then stood up—he had brought this upon himself.
Zheng Tianming put his arm around Xu Mengyu and kissed her on the cheek: "I'll come back to pick you up after I finish grocery shopping."
Xu Mengyu's cheeks flushed. There were people watching, and they were being as affectionate as a newlywed couple, even though they had been together for over twenty years.
Zheng Tianming turned his car keys and walked out of the dance studio. Shao Yunhe and Fang Bei came out of the conference room, and the two of them looked at him as if they wanted to devour him alive.
"You two, busy?" Zheng Tianming said, taking out a cigarette. "We see each other all the time, it's not that serious. She's my wife, I'm not angry, you two are the ones who are getting impatient."
Shao Yunhe glanced at it and said, "Sorry, I don't smoke. Also, we're not considered a couple if we're not legally married!"
"We got our marriage certificate. I'll show it to you tomorrow," Zheng Tianming said, handing a cigarette to Fang Bei. He knew Fang Bei smoked.
Upon hearing that they had gotten their marriage certificate, Fang Bei's face turned even uglier than Shao Yunhe's. This time, he no longer needed to compete with Shao Yunhe; Xu Mengyu was taken.
He regretted not taking action sooner.
Shao Yunhe snorted and walked towards the lounge. He was just showing off. So what if he married Xu Mengyu?
Wow, that's pretty amazing. He now has material for his nightmares: Xu Mengyu got married.
Fang Bei followed behind Shao Yunhe: "Little green tea, you didn't succeed in taking over, did you?"
"Are you a jerk?" Shao Yunhe's expression changed. "You talk as if you've succeeded."
"I didn't succeed, but I got the global endorsement deal with SLP. What about you?" Fang Bei said, straightening his tie. The little green tea girl wanted to steal his thunder, but she didn't take a liking to him.
The claim that this product requires a masculine male celebrity implies that he's effeminate, which angered the young woman who lost three pounds in two days, making her even more effeminate.
Shao Yunhe pursed his lips and looked at Fang Bei: "Oh, I took on a period drama role. I heard that when you auditioned, people said you were quite outstanding in appearance, but not good-looking."
The two bickered all the way to the lounge.
Zheng Tianming went to the underground parking garage, opened the car door, and got in. If Shao Yunhe hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that he didn't have a formal status yet.
He sent Xu Mengyu a text message: "Miss, when are we getting our marriage certificate?"
"Cough cough--"
Xu Mengyu was drinking water and almost choked. She pressed her fingertip hard on her phone screen: 【Just wait! You haven't passed your assessment yet!】
Zheng Tianming, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped on the gas. The assessment was a sure thing.
Before the car even left the garage, my phone received a text message from Liang Dawei: "Li Fengmao's wife is about to give birth. Are you bringing your sister-in-law over for a get-together?"
Zheng Tianming took a drag of his cigarette, startled, thinking that he had been proven wrong so quickly.
He dared not agree to this so easily; Xu Mengyu was so busy, her schedule was packed. So he replied: "I'll ask when I get home. My word doesn't count at home."
Liang Dawei: [Trying to show off, huh?]
Zheng Tianming raised an eyebrow. Was he making it that obvious?
When he arrived at the clothing store, he saw Xu Sichen supervising the work, holding several packs of cigarettes in his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work today, everyone," Xu Sichen said, handing out cigarettes one by one.
These guys are incredibly hardworking; they'll start over even if a single screw is bent out of place. The benefits and compensation are just too good...
The lunch was lavish, comparable to that of a five-star hotel.
“Dad.” Zheng Tianming walked over.
Xu Sichen looked helpless, but still responded. Logically speaking, his parents were all thin-skinned, so why did he change?
They say you shouldn't take care of too many kids, because whoever takes care of them will become like them—shameless, just like him when he was young...
"Mengyu asked me to come and take a picture of the scene for her." Zheng Tianming said, taking out a lighter and lighting it for Xu Sichen.
Each worker received a pack of cigarettes, which made them work even more meticulously.
Xu Sichen isn't stupid. These building materials are very expensive. If they waste less, the money would be enough to buy several cartons of cigarettes.
“A man still needs to have his own career. You can’t just stay at home all day revolving around Mengyu,” Xu Sichen began to earnestly advise Zheng Tianming.
Zheng Tianming nodded: "What do you think about me becoming a star too?"
"Never mind what I said." Xu Sichen, cigarette between his fingers, turned to leave. With his physique, he thinks he can be a star...
He's 1.9 meters tall with a muscular build and isn't fair-skinned, but he has to admit he's good-looking. However, he feels there's not much of a market for this type of guy.
Zheng Tianming exhaled a puff of smoke. He refused to believe that if Shao Yunhe and Fang Bei could do it, why couldn't he? What was he lacking?
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