"Oh my, that’s someone else’s boss."
"The wedding was so beautiful, so gorgeous, I want to work at Ran Studio too."
"Dream on, their team has been the same few people up till now, no idea if they’ll hire more, wanting to slave away at Ran Studio."
"I also really want those benefits! I often see Ran Studio employees posting pictures of lavish meals. That chubby guy, he’s a Ran Studio employee, right? All that fat, definitely nourished by Ran Studio."
Also, he went to the top-floor observation deck at Crown Hotel for dessert. Do you know how expensive that is? Big spender."
"Ahhhh, I remember, I remember, he even said thanks to President Qi for treating."
For a time, Ran Studio was all the rage, and ’National Great Boss’ became synonymous with Qi Younian and Yuran.
The desire to join Ran Studio’s ranks gradually grew stronger online.
The wedding wasn’t publicized through a live broadcast, just a few photos were released and blessings received. There were some sour comments, but they were all clapped back by the blessed ones.
Overall, it was rather harmonious.
Some diehard fans of Meng Qiuyan questioned, "Meng Qiuyan, why get married so urgently now?"
Meng Qiuyan, seeing the question was from a fan manager, honestly said, "Pregnant, had to marry."
The fan asked if it was okay to news with other fans. Meng Qiuyan didn’t mind. After all, in another month, her belly would be obvious. Knowing now or later didn’t really matter.
So the word spread tenfold, hundredfold.
Meng Qiuyan’s shotgun wedding news was once again hot trending.
The rollercoaster speed was simply too hard to keep up with.
After the wedding ended, everyone’s vacation also ended. Zhizhi went back to school, Yuran and Bo Yan started shooting "AI: Interstellar."
Ao Chen began his seclusion.
Meng Qiuyan’s new drama was about to premiere, Bai Leyao went back to prepare her new album. It seemed like everyone calmed down, and Yuran got her wish for a calm day sooner than expected. The people she owed the most thanks to were Bo Yan and the Bo Family.
Situ Jue holding Qi Nian’s hand as they headed home. Recently, Qi Nian had been very busy, her simultaneous interpretation job wasn’t overly complicated, but it required traveling all over the world. Though the couple lived together, seeing each other was still hard.
Qi Nian was good at her job, often accompanying leaders and her team on trips.
Situ Jue mostly kept in touch over the phone to ease his longing, now holding her in his hand, he had some thoughts.
He paused his steps, and while Qi Nian was still thinking about her uncle’s wedding, inconceivably well-hidden, she hadn’t noticed anything before.
Situ Jue suddenly stopped, and she bumped into his arm, her forehead slightly hurting. Situ Jue looked at her with a half-smile, helpless yet amused, "Not watching where you’re going?"
"You were leading me just fine, why did you suddenly stop? If you hadn’t stopped, I wouldn’t have bumped into you."
"Of course it’s your fault."
Qi Nian pouted her lips, glaring at him with dissatisfaction.
Situ Jue reached out to rub her head, bent down, and kissed her forehead, "Let me rub it for you."
Seeing his mood wasn’t great, she took his hand down, held it in hers, managing only to grip three of his fingers, "Are you thinking about getting married?"
He stared into Qi Nian’s eyes for a long while, nodding without hesitation to confirm.
Qi Nian was first taken aback, then somewhat comprehensively nodded, "Situ Jue, you haven’t proposed, nor do you have a ring, and yet you want me to marry you?"
Situ Jue was first stunned then laughed out loud, hugging her, "Niannian, are you agreeing to marry me?"
Qi Nian grimaced, "I never said I didn’t want to marry you, but I’m a girl, I can’t just say it outright. You’ve shown no initiative, and I’ve wondered, why haven’t you proposed? Do you not want to marry me, just want to sleep with me?"
"I know that, even if that were the case, I wouldn’t be at a loss. You’re in good shape, good-looking, I’d consider it a win. I wouldn’t be at a loss."
Situ Jue facepalmed, exasperated, "Who taught you all this nonsense? What do you mean ’a win to sleep with’? You’re such a fool."
Unable to figure out where she was at a loss, but since Situ Jue said so, then it must be so. Qi Nian lifted her face slightly from Situ Jue’s neck, "So, when do you plan to propose? Or do you want to be like my uncle, let me get on the bus before buying a ticket?"