"Your girl seems to have quite a few male admirers."
At the Ministry of Finance, Bai Yiqian sat on a sofa in the Finance Minister’s office, legs crossed, scrolling through V-blog on his cellphone. He saw a screenshot of a comment by Deng Xian and couldn’t help but exclaim, "I see both Guan Xiao and this Deng Xian have tens of millions of fans. Now they’ve come out to defend her, and they don’t seem to worry about offending other actresses."
After saying this, he turned to look at the large desk.
The desk was piled with a lot of files, and Song Baiyan was working overtime to review them.
Bai Yiqian then said, "The girl seems to fit well in the entertainment circle. She seems to be quite likable. At this rate, dating is just a matter of time."
As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa, stretching his arms across the back of the couch, "I was worried she’d cling to you and give you headaches, but now that’s less of a concern. There are plenty of good-looking guys in the entertainment industry. She might just turn around and forget all about you, ’old man.’"
The office was heated, and Song Baiyan was only wearing a light gray shirt, signing documents or writing suggestions with a pen in his right hand, and the other resting on the edge of the desk with a cigarette between his index and middle fingers.
Hearing Bai Yiqian’s remarks, Song Baiyan paused while signing a document, then said, "If she truly can forget, it might not be a bad thing."
"You’re quite open-minded," Bai Yiqian continued teasing. "Or is it that the girl isn’t pretty enough to stir your desires?"
Song Baiyan closed the file in his hand, "Forgetting this old man and finding someone her age to date is the best choice for her."
After a few seconds of silence, Bai Yiqian turned his gaze to the large desk, his tone full of emotion: "As a man, hearing you say that, I’m somewhat envious of your girl."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
Bai Yiqian said "Come in."
The door opened, and Ji Ming entered with an A4 paper in hand.
Bai Yiqian joked, "Oh, has our celebrity-chasing Chief Ji finished his reflective essay?"
Just then, the cellphone on the large desk started ringing non-stop.
Song Baiyan answered the call, and Fu Si’s frantic voice came through the handset, "Uncle, I need your help with something!"
"What’s the problem?" Song Baiyan took the paper handed over by Ji Ming.
"My Ah Li is being bullied by a minor celebrity! Two vixens teamed up on V-blog to suppress Ah Li. It’s infuriating!" Fu Si’s voice became increasingly angry as he spoke, and he couldn’t hold back his swearing, "These shameless bitches, I won’t let them off!"
Hearing his uncle’s query, Fu Si immediately calmed down, "I misspoke, uncle. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just really angry! You definitely know a lot of people, can you please make a call for me? The female artists bullying Ah Li are named Yang Ning and Lai Yuaner, please blacklist them or at least make them suffer a bit!"
Song Baiyan chuckled, "You’re getting quite shrewd, even knowing how to abuse power now."
"I’m not! It’s promoting justice, uncle. You don’t know how murky the entertainment industry is. Good actors like Ah Li often face oppression, it’s a tough world..."
"Enough," Song Baiyan cut him off, "Focus on your studies, entertainment industry matters are not your concern."
Even though his uncle didn’t support him, Fu Si still wasn’t ready to give up. Before hanging up, he struggled one last time, "Uncle, please, do it for your future niece-in-law. Tang Li is the person I fancy, I can’t just watch her being bullied!"