117: Chapter 121: The Past, Present (5) 117: Chapter 121: The Past, Present (5) Finally, it was Lu Jiayuan who smiled and said, “Ha-ha, it seems Zexiao isn’t used to the food in Huaxia Country.
No worries, next time I’ll book a Western-style buffet.
I’ll invite you again.”
Once Lu Jiayuan uttered these words, the tense atmosphere at the scene somewhat relaxed.
Many people looked at him with admiration—look at that, now that’s the true demeanor of a star!
Not throwing any tantrums, approachable!
As for Yu Zexiao, he still had no particular expression and continued sitting placidly in his spot, calmly sipping his coffee.
From the time he was born until now, he had grown accustomed to people fawning over him.
He didn’t care about what status Lu Jiayuan held.
He had the confidence and the talent to back it up!
It wasn’t about whether he looked up to someone or acted like a diva.
It was simply that he never took the other party’s matters to heart unless he particularly cared!
Since he didn’t care, Jian Anning naturally wouldn’t either.
She had long lost her past feelings for Lu Jiayuan.
Although she feared that he would tell the Cheng Family about her affairs, she also knew that Cheng Tingting had not been with Lu Jiayuan for a very long time.
The two of them hadn’t had any contact over the years, so he probably wouldn’t urgently call the Cheng Family in excitement to report her whereabouts, would he?
At this time, she had to stand with Yu Zexiao!
He disliked social gatherings, crowded places, and interacting with people.
And she, she didn’t want to be anywhere near Lu Jiayuan either.
However, she was still Yu Zexiao’s assistant after all.
Yu Zexiao could be capricious and moody, but as his assistant, she had to be the lubricant between him and the film crew.
Of course, a lubricant is just that, a lubricant—when someone crossed her, she wouldn’t let it slide!
So, she stood up and said to Director Li and Lu Jiayuan, “Zexiao doesn’t mean that.
Tonight we’ve booked a session with performance arts professor Wang Guorong from the acting academy.
It’s very difficult to get a reservation with Teacher Wang, and we started booking a month ago.
If we miss it tonight, we’d have to wait another month.
So we can’t make it this evening, I’m very sorry.”
When she said this, her expression was calm, her tone steady, as if the man standing in front of her—Lu Jiayuan—was just a complete stranger.
On hearing this, the rest of the film crew seemed to grasp a bit of the situation.
Wang Guorong was not just a veteran People’s Artist of Performance Art and vice-president of the acting academy, but also, critically, he held a military rank.
His classes were incredibly rare and highly coveted.
Of course, there had been a reservation, but they had already attended—now it was just an excuse.
Seeing Jian Anning speaking on behalf of Yu Zexiao, although there were still some reservations in everyone’s minds, they also knew it was time to gracefully retreat.
Director Li immediately joked, “Oh, I see.
Well then, let Zexiao focus on doing his best, and we can get together some other time.
Right, Jiayuan?—Jiayuan?”
Director Li was slightly surprised and turned his head to see that Lu Jiayuan’s gaze was intense, as if he was staring at Yu Zexiao across the room—Yu Zexiao was standing behind Jian Anning.
It took Lu Jiayuan quite a while before he uttered a “hmm” and smiled, saying, “In that case, we won’t disturb you anymore.”