Zhizhi clasped Yuran’s hands with his little paws, grinning like a cat as he nestled into Yuran’s embrace, "Mommy, when Zhizhi grows up, he will protect you."
Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Zhizhi still has many years to grow up. For these years, how about Daddy protects Zhizhi and Mommy?"
Zhizhi pouted and reluctantly nodded, "Okay, thanks, Daddy."
Yuran stared at the back of Bo Yan’s head for a long time. It was hard for Bo Yan not to notice. He faced forward, driving seriously, and casually asked, "Baby, staring at me like that, I feel like the back of my head is about to catch on fire."
Yuran cringed slightly and looked away. Bo Yan chuckled, "Between us, is there anything you can’t say?"
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Then tell me, I feel you definitely have something to say to me, but you don’t know how to say it, right?"
"Qi Ge..." Yuran remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "I want to go to the studio, to see Qiuyan."
Without any hesitation, Bo Yan turned around and headed straight to Yuran’s studio.
"Hey, where are we going for supper after work? The fashion industry’s recent invitations for our Yuran have been overwhelming. Yuran, on the other hand, hasn’t been interested in any of the fashion opportunities. Why is that? D House’s offer was good!"
The Photo Retoucher, Little Fatty, couldn’t wrap his head around it as he focused on editing photos on his computer while continuously muttering to himself.
A coworker chimed in, "Little Fatty, no wonder you’ve been just a Photo Retoucher all these years. Is D House really that good? How good is it?"
Little Fatty couldn’t come up with an answer. Annan tapped on the table, "Enough, why all the chatter? Don’t you know what should and shouldn’t be said?
Besides, whether Yuran takes on the fashion endorsements is up to the company’s judgment. Although D House and C House are both inviting Yuran as their spokesperson, think about it:
What does being a regional ambassador entail?
Such endorsements carry hardly any influence. Don’t be so short-sighted, okay?
If Yuran were to accept any, it would be for top-tier global endorsements. It’s alright to pass on these fashion opportunities for now. Wait until ’City of Temptation’ releases. Yuran’s commercial value will keep you all so busy that you won’t have time to sleep;
If you’re complaining about having nothing to do now, go outside and run a lap, lose some weight."
Little Fatty felt wronged, "Annan, I was just voicing a thought. Do I look like I need to lose weight with this slender figure?"
Annan was not the youngest among the staff, but everyone called her Annan because of her authoritative presence. Once one person said it, others picked it up, and it became more natural over time.
Annan had reminded them several times that they might be making her sound too old with that title, but it was no use; everyone still called her Annan, and some even called her ’big sister’.
Getting used to it, Annan gave up, "Call me whatever you want; I can’t figure out the logic in your brains."
Qiuyan came out to make some coffee and heard Annan’s sigh. Walking over, she teased, "Big sister Annan, could you make me a cup of coffee too? Your coffee is pretty good."
Annan took Qiuyan’s cup and headed towards the pantry. Qiuyan smiled at everyone and followed closely behind Annan.
Annan used to make coffee for her brother and father at home; she was skilled, and the coffee she made was very professional. In the studio, most of the time, it was Annan who brewed the coffee, alongside Kang, Qi Younian, and her coffee.
Meng Qiuyan laughed, "Nannan, if you don’t work as an agent, opening a coffee shop or something, you would definitely do well."
"Borrow your auspicious words, when I can no longer be an agent, you and Yuran can come endorse my coffee shop; who knows, I might make a fortune."
"No problem, it seems everyone has been quite idle lately."
Annan glanced outside and smiled, "Actually, there isn’t much going on for everyone lately. Recently, they are retouching photos of Lu Xiao and Xia Ji. The photos released by the studio are official, so they naturally have to look better.
Lu Xiao and Xia Ji are in a stable relationship, and Lu Xiao is also busy with work. In a few days, once you join the group, they’ll be even busier. By the way, is Kang going to join the group with you?"
Meng Qiuyan shook her head, "Kang said he would go with me on the first day, and then it will be my assistant who stays with me there."
"Your assistant? Little Fatty and Xiaokui?"
Meng Qiuyan leaned on the kitchen counter and hummed, "Probably, Little Fatty and Xiaokui are actually quite efficient at their work, and I have no complaints about that."
Annan was frothing milk and laughed at her words, "You’re easy to please."
Meng Qiuyan teased, "Is Yuran tough to please?"
Annan, "Miss Meng, don’t nitpick my words. That’s not what I meant. But after finishing ’City of Temptation,’ Yuran has indeed been quite free. Recently, she hasn’t been in touch; probably she’s at home, playing happily with Zhizhi.
Bo Yan, the movie star, is indulging her unwinding alongside her. If I had that kind of life, I wouldn’t want to work either."
"That’s true," expressed Meng Qiuyan feelingly.
"President Yu... How did you come? Bo Yan, Zhizhi?"
Outside, a chorus of surprised voices suddenly rang out. Annan and Meng Qiuyan stuck their heads out to see, and there stood the family of three, neatly in the hallway, even bringing some snacks for everyone.
Everyone was deeply touched.
Zhizhi was familiar with everyone at Ran Studio and immediately started seeking people to play with. Meng Qiuyan, holding the coffee Annan made, followed Annan to greet them; she felt Yuran’s gaze on her seem a bit different and looked down to check if something was improper about herself.
She found nothing amiss and looked back up at Yuran with a questioning face.
Yuran came back to her senses and smiled, "Is everyone here?"
Meng Qiuyan also smiled, "Yeah, you were staring at me just now; I thought my appearance might be unbearable to witness."
Annan walked a few steps to Yuran and looked her up and down, then headed straight for Zhizhi, leaving Yuran: "..."
Meng Qiuyan laughed, "Just now, everyone was discussing you, saying you haven’t been working recently and might not come to the studio anymore. Little Fatty said he’s not retouching your photos anymore, he’s been dealing with Lu Xiao’s and is about sick of it."
As she spoke, Yuran’s gaze fleetingly skimmed her face, not too focused, so Meng Qiuyan did not notice anything amiss, but Yuran’s thoughts were drifting far.
Actually, if one looked closely, Meng Qiuyan did resemble Fu Yuran. Wasn’t there talk when Meng Qiuyan debuted that she was a mini Fu Yuran?
Was there such a phase?
But later, Meng Qiuyan, through her own acting skills, shook off that label.
Now, with evidence, on closer inspection, it was revealed that Meng Qiuyan indeed bore a striking resemblance to Fu Yuran. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears, and Meng Qiuyan’s words abruptly stopped.