0p0 Chapter 71 was fried early.
Chapter 71 was fried early.
After a long and tiring day of work, Yan Meiren would always sleep until 10 a.m. the next day. Meanwhile, President Pei, the main force behind the operation, was full of energy and worked diligently at the company early in the morning to maintain his mystique in front of his wife. He was truly hardworking.
Yan Zhuoyu lay on the bed like some kind of animal, rubbing against the blanket for a while before propping herself up with her fluffy, messy hair. Her white, lotus-root-like arms, peeking out from under the soft down comforter, showed no signs of lovemaking.
She could feel the blazing sun outside even through the curtains. She took out her phone, glanced at the time—10:45, almost 11:00.
Yan Zhuoyu had no classes today, so she had plenty of time to stay in bed.
She swiped open TikTok, muttering to herself, "I'm not slacking off, I just need an even more wicked demon to defeat my laziness in bed."
When Douyin is opened in silent mode, the familiar marketing account color scheme and a few faces that are all too familiar are displayed.
Yan Zhuoyu pressed the volume buttons a few times, listening blankly to the familiar clanging background music.
[Hilarious! Yan Meiren is so honest! Xu Guinan is using her for publicity, and our Sister Yan just goes for it, complaining not only about Xu Guinan's height but also about his age and the generation gap. Who understands, family members? I'm laughing so hard!]
The scene shifts to Yan Zhuoyu describing her ideal partner.
However, Sister Yan's statement is still quite intriguing. Was it just a casual remark, or is there really such a person? Let's discuss it in the comments section!
Yan Zhuoyu wasn't interested in the comments section. With a swipe of her finger, another marketing account came into view.
[I won't say who got hooked! Did everyone watch the live stream from the Yao Yun Jue drama crew last night? A mysterious big shot spent millions and even said he's a die-hard fan of Sister Yan. Is this the world of the rich?!]
These marketing accounts have an incredible number of likes and comments, even surpassing Yan Zhuoyu's Douyin views.
She switched to her alternate account and logged into Weibo, indignantly saying, "It's outrageous! You guys keep saying you've found the perfect match, and the marketing accounts get hundreds of thousands of likes, but I've only gained three thousand followers."
It wasn't until Yan Zhuoyu searched for "Zhuoye's" account that she raised an eyebrow, realizing the case was solved.
"Wow, 10,000 followers. So it was gained on President Pei's alternate account."
Opening Zhuoye's account reveals content that couldn't be simpler; the few Weibo posts he makes are all comments he leaves in the super topic and Yan Zhuoyu's comment section.
Under the latest Weibo post, new fans frantically asked for updates, and many people even followed the clues to the super topic "Zhuoye," only to find that the actual content was a bit off.
[What's going on? I came here following the marketing accounts, but the couple you guys are shipping is different from what I imagined? Isn't it supposed to be a big spender in the livestream x a beautiful female streamer?]
[I was still guessing who the big shot in the live stream was, how did you guys assume that Zhuoye was Pei Weijin?]
In the supertopic, the earliest group of people who followed the story cried out in alarm: 【Shut up, shut up! We didn't say anything! It was clearly Sister Yan and the unspeakable man behind her!】
[That's right, we didn't say who exactly, but rather a certain 187cm tall, well-built CEO who wears suits all year round, happens to be two years older than Zhuobao, and coincidentally also knows a little French—a rather reserved and brooding CEO.]
[What about the couple's watches? I've never seen him wear them. I still don't believe Zhuoye is that big shot. Who would waste their time sending gifts in a live stream with no return?]
[@灼夜 Did you see that? The guy upstairs is asking you, quickly ask your friend if he likes wearing matching watches.]
……
Yan Zhuoyu threw her phone aside and got out of bed full of fighting spirit.
"Work hard and give President Pei a proper title as soon as possible!"
If you take money, you have to do things. Not long ago, she used the title of "the actress's man" to swindle 1521 million yuan from Pei Weijin without any investment.
While washing up, Yan Zhuoyu stood in front of the mirror, like a dramatic actress, reciting lines from a classic idol drama: "He's so innocent, how can I let him lose!"
She only stopped washing her mouth properly after choking on some toothpaste foam.
After going downstairs, the servants greeted him in unison, equally energetic.
Good morning, madam.
"Okay, okay." She felt a little guilty; it was still more than half an hour until noon.
The butler respectfully presented her with two beautifully packaged gift boxes, saying, "Madam, these are the packages we received this morning. They have been disinfected and inspected."
Yan Zhuoyu nodded and said thank you. Seeing the brand, she immediately recognized it as the couple's watch she had ordered.
The two watches, one black and one white, feature a gold dial with a warm, lustrous sheen, surrounded by finely set diamonds, each carefully selected and exquisitely cut. The straps are made of top-grade alligator leather, hand-stitched, soft and conforming to the wrist, with every detail exuding luxury.
Compared to the black and gold watch that Yan Zhuoyu had casually chosen before, this pair was clearly more in line with Pei Weijin's status and temperament.
As for the other separately packaged men's watch, it was largely ignored by Yan Zhuoyu, and was only glanced at casually before being sealed away again.
Yan Zhuoyu took the watch upstairs and placed it on Pei Weijin's bedside table.
After thinking for a while, he found a sticky note and wrote a few big characters on it with a ballpoint pen. He was still stubborn and started talking nonsense when no one was around.
You're just weird!
Next to it were two little figures. In the hastily drawn government office, the little figure wearing a men's watch was kneeling on the ground, while the official sitting on top of him said with an iron face: "Anyone who does not wear a couple's watch will be killed without mercy."
Yan Zhuoyu was amused as she stuck sticky notes on the gift box when her phone, which was charging on the table, suddenly rang, startling her.
Upon seeing it was Sister Qiao, she spoke first: "Sister Qiao, I don't have class today!"
Qiao Xinyun paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then burst into laughter: "No, what are you thinking? I'm not here to drag you to class. Do you think I'm the kind of manager who only exploits you?"
Yan Zhuoyu thought to herself: You are.
"I wanted to tell you some good news. Your live stream last night was great, and you got a lot of attention. The production team also took the opportunity to buy a lot of traffic. Now, several advertising endorsements have come knocking on your door, such as the DOP brand, which focuses on couple watches, as well as some translation software, language learning apps, and fitness brands, all of which fit your topic from last night very well."
"We can discuss the specifics when you come to the company, but we can't accept just any job. We'll pick a few with substance and a good reputation."
Hearing that she wasn't being forced to do extra training, Yan Zhuoyu breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could speak, Qiao Xinyun said, "But you really are a prophet!"
"How so?" Yan Zhuoyu's curiosity was piqued.
Qiao Xinyun's tone carried a hint of teasing and schadenfreude: "That Xu Guinan bastard really does have kids, and more than one!"
"I don't know who he offended. The reason why he was previously sidelined has also been revealed. His ex-wife revealed that he is gay, not only committed marriage fraud but also harassed his colleagues. Anyway, it was very shocking. I didn't read it carefully."
"He wants to create a romantic pairing with you now, probably to use your popularity to clear his name of any suspicions about his sexual orientation, while also suppressing his ex-wife's revelations."
Although the gossip was explosive, Yan Zhuoyu had no interest in this person. She chuckled twice and casually said, "He probably offended one of my die-hard fans."
"By the way!" Qiao Xinyun asked in confusion, "Who was that Zhuo Ye last night? He was so generous. He seems to be your die-hard fan. We should maintain a good relationship with fans who are rich and powerful, lest they turn against us one day and do something irrational."
"Don't worry," Yan Zhuoyu replied as she went downstairs. "If he dares to turn from a fan to a hater, he won't be a fan with money and power anymore."
"Um???"
Qiao Xinyun had a gut feeling that something was fishy going on.
A thought suddenly struck her, and she blurted out in surprise, "Yan Zhuoyu, don't tell me you've been in contact with him privately? No way! Keep your distance! Stay away from your fans' lives! I don't want to wake up one day to find out you're involved in a fan-made fan business!"
Yan Zhuoyu paused slightly, regretting that her agent had spoken a step too late.
It was already cooked.
She replied evasively, "It's nothing. I just meant we'll keep it together. I'm going to eat now, see you at the company later."