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Chapter 932 - 678 Woo... (Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2

Chapter 932: 678 Woo... (Please vote for monthly tickets!)_2

Jiang Chen slowly put down his phone, utterly puzzled. It took him a while before he suddenly realized.

It wasn’t unexpected.

This father-in-law must be referring to Shi Zhenhua.

If he remembered correctly, Shi Zhenhua was one of the vice presidents of the East Sea Commerce Association.

It seemed that the other party was quite clear about his so-called "romantic affairs."

It’s just that before, they hadn’t been so "direct."

Jiang Chen slowly leaned back on the couch.

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Maybe because she had a clear conscience, Yin Dailan wasn’t affected by the public opinion and holed up in the program team, immersed in serious recording.

A single episode might only last two hours for viewers, but the production process was quite lengthy.

"OK! That’s a wrap! Good work, everyone!"

Even a lengthy process has its end.

Following the onsite director’s command, it was announced that today’s filming was complete, which also marked the smooth conclusion to the latest episode’s recording. The remaining work was left to the post-production staff, no longer concerning the artists and guests.

Since she was a special guest, the end of the episode’s recording also meant that Jin Zhuxuan’s contract with the production team had expired.

For this reason, the production team, full of human warmth, specially held a simple farewell ceremony for her on site and prepared a cake.

Jin Zhuxuan was delighted; all the hard work had vanished in that moment.

"I’m so happy to have spent this enjoyable time with everyone and very grateful for all the help and care from everyone."

It’s very hard to change human habits in a short time.

Even after Yin Dailan’s guidance, she was still so polite, expressing her gratitude to the onsite staff and other guests with a bow.

Everyone clapped with smiles all over their faces.

"Zhu Xuan, we welcome you to come again."

When the onsite director said this, he was quite sincere.

He genuinely liked this female idol from Goryeo who had rapidly risen to fame and for some reason suddenly decided to develop her career in Shenzhou.

Not only was she outstandingly beautiful, but the key was her professionalism. She cooperated fully with the production team, was hardworking and resilient—who wouldn’t like such a guest?

In comparison, some artists... better left unsaid.

"I’m hungry, let’s eat the cake."

Wu Long started to make things lively.

The male guests began to clown around, starting to cut the cake.

"Here you go, Dailan."

Wu Long, truly the veteran of the show, had a good grasp on how to take care of women; he sliced the first piece and handed it to Yin Dailan, who was beside him.

Yin Dailan, who looked particularly youthful and fresh with twin ponytails, accepted it with the grace of a senior.

"This cake is prepared by the production team for Zhu Xuan, so naturally she should have the first bite."

After saying that, she walked a few steps toward Jin Zhuxuan.

"Thank you, Sister Dailan."

Jin Zhuxuan was surprised but pleased, completely forgetting the other’s reminder and began to bow again.

Just as she raised her hands, intending to take the cake.

"Slap."

The cake in Yin Dailan’s hand flew straight onto her face—her hair, neck, and clothes were suddenly covered in cream.

"Giggle, Zhu Xuan, this is how you should eat cake."

Yin Dailan’s twin ponytails shook with her melodious laughter.

Before Jin Zhuxuan could recover, the other guests seemed to have received a signal and followed suit, slapping cake onto Jin Zhuxuan’s body.

In no time at all, she was a complete mess.

"Alright, that cake wasn’t cheap, it’s too wasteful!"

The onsite director feigned distress.

Everyone then stopped, as if it was merely a game, the atmosphere very jovial.

From a distance, Xia Wanqing saw Jin Zhuxuan, covered in cream, standing there awkwardly, wiping the cake from her face, and forcing a stiff smile—anger unbidden swelled in her heart.

Logically, having received professional training from Qinyuan, her emotional control should be excellent.

Clutching her fists, Xia Wanqing still didn’t rush over recklessly. Instead, she took out her phone, opened the camera, and captured this scene.

Back at the hotel, Yin Dailan, who had gotten some cream on herself as well, took a shower. Wearing only a towel from the chest down, she snuggled up to her boyfriend.

"Aren’t you bored staying at the hotel? Why didn’t you come up the mountain with me?"

While speaking, she playfully used her undone ponytail to tickle her boyfriend’s neck.

Huang Zhongshuo, who often flaunted his affection publicly, was unusually reserved this time during his visit. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he pulled out a cigarette pack and disregarded his girlfriend’s teasing.

"Is the recording over?"

"Yeah."

Yin Dailan let out a breath, snuggling even closer to her boyfriend, "Finally, we can rest for a few days. What do you want to do? I’ll join you."

After making a mistake, it seemed like people would become more obedient.

She had always been very smart, knew how to please a man, but had never been this coy.

Her ambition in her career had always been strong, so much so that often, it was Huang Zhongshuo who had to accommodate her.

"There’s nothing we need to do."

Huang Zhongshuo lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, his posture exuding the charm of a mature man, deep and profound.

"Coming up, don’t show yourself around carelessly."

Upon hearing this, Yin Dailan’s teasing gestures halted abruptly, and she sat up straight, "Why?"

Huang Zhongshuo smoked without a word.

Yin Dailan realized it and frowned, "Zhongshuo, hasn’t the problem been solved?"

"Who told you it was solved?"

Yin Dailan was speechless, staring at her boyfriend’s stubbled profile with confusion.

It wasn’t her first scandal.

But previously, whenever she’d tell her boyfriend, he would swiftly take care of it for her. That’s why she had developed a habit of not paying attention to the direction of public opinion.

"...Is it not handled yet?"

She asked tentatively.

In the hazy smoke that slowly drifted upward, Huang Zhongshuo, with the cigarette between his fingers, responded indirectly, "Just wait for it to slowly fade."

"Fade? How will it fade?"

Yin Dailan was not unaware of the severity of the problem. She pushed her boyfriend’s arm, "Zhongshuo, you have to suppress this news, or my reputation will be ruined."

Must?

The idea that a man should wipe a woman’s ass seems to be taken for granted indeed.

"I’ve tried everything that I could think of."

Yin Dailan’s expression darkened, her tone laced with disbelief, "Zhongshuo, there’s really nothing you can do?"

Huang Zhongshuo shook his head, "Right now, we don’t even know who it is."

Yin Dailan got off the bed quickly, walked up to her boyfriend with trembling eyes begging, "Zhongshuo, you have to help me, or I’ll be ruined!"

Huang Zhongshuo, sitting at the edge of the bed, glanced at her.

"As I said, I’ve thought of everything."

"There must be other ways!"

Yin Dailan half-knelt to be eye-level with her boyfriend, "I know you can do it! You are the person who loves me the most in this world!"

That tone sounded a bit like brainwashing.

Some men really do fall for this.

It can’t be called love-struck; rather, Master Huang, true to his name, is quite a chauvinist who thoroughly enjoys being worshipped. So, in the past, he had always been motivated and vigorously helped his girlfriend out of troubles, time and time again.

However, this time he was unusually indifferent, eerily calm.

It wasn’t that he had grown immune to such tactics, he simply felt powerless.

"I’m not omnipotent."

Looking into his girlfriend’s eyes, for the first time, he admitted this rather self-evident fact.

Yin Dailan’s pupils quivered and then she ignored his word, clutching his arm, "Zhongshuo, you can’t ignore me!"

"Now, there are only two ways out: either do as I say, stay out of sight, or face the public and clarify things."

Clarify?

How could she clarify?

The scandal was too much; sure, some parts might be argued away, but there were others, even Yin Dailan didn’t know how to deny.

As if draining of strength, she slowly knelt on the floor, her eyes hollow, her complexion anxious.

"You don’t need to be too pessimistic; this stuff isn’t that serious, it won’t destroy you."

Huang Zhongshuo truly stood up as a man, certainly stronger than most male stars in the entertainment circle, who probably would have cut her off and cleared their own names by now. But he still stood by her.

Indeed.

Although there was a lot of bad press, at most it only damaged her reputation. There were examples in the entertainment industry of people who got panned yet still thrived.

Losing reputation didn’t mean she couldn’t continue in this industry.

"Wh—"

Yin Dailan seemed unable to bear the outcome after all, covering her face with her hands and sobbing uncontrollably.