Chapter 179: The End of the First Episode's Recording

Shen Jin laughed out of anger upon hearing Lan Qing’s words. "Go ahead then, Lan Qing. If you have the guts, try it."

"I’d love to see if you actually have what it takes."

Lan Qing clenched her fists, glaring at Shen Jin. "Just wait and see."

Once she went back tonight, Lan Qing would look for Huang Hong. With a bit of sweet talk, replacing the male lead wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Watching Lan Qing stomp away in anger, Shen Jin crossed his arms and chuckled. Turning around, he saw Director Chen approaching, greeted him briefly, and then walked off.

Anyway, the recording for this arc had come to an end.

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After Sang Yijia and Lu Wenchuan resolved the scandal surrounding the malicious rumors, the recording of the show also concluded.

Sang Yijia had originally thought there would be a final gathering where everyone would say a few closing words, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

"When are you heading back?" Seeing that all the staff had cleared out and there were no outsiders around, Lu Wenchuan relaxed considerably.

Sang Yijia turned her head, shook it, and replied, "Not sure yet."

"I want to stay here and play for a few days before going back." After saying this, Sang Yijia thought of Lu Wenchuan's schedule. "What about your work?"

"Are you going back tonight?"

Out of personal desire, Sang Yijia genuinely wanted to spend some leisure time with Lu Wenchuan—unrelated to any missions, unrelated to the show.

"No need, I can stay another day." Lu Wenchuan's schedule was extremely tight. If he lingered for another day tomorrow, all his work would pile up once he returned.

At the mere thought of this possibility, Lu Wenchuan massaged his temples. "Taking a day off shouldn't be a problem."

Sang Yijia, however, felt differently. "Let's save it for next time."

"We can go out and play together next time," Sang Yijia gently shook her head. "You go back to work first. I'm staying here partly to let Uncle Chen and Aunt Zhang relax a bit."

"Can't we just leave them here?" Lu Wenchuan wanted to stay with Sang Yijia. "You can give them a vacation."

"I'll go back with you," Lu Wenchuan suggested.

Sang Yijia thought about it seriously; that wasn't an entirely unviable option. "Well, if I'm still around even on their vacation, they won't be able to enjoy themselves properly."

And so, it was pleasantly decided.

Meanwhile, online, the trending search terms related to Sang Yijia were increasing by the minute, and the number of followers on her Weibo account was skyrocketing.

When her manager, Mo Yani, logged online, she discovered that Sang Yijia's follower count had already surpassed ten million—something that would have been completely unimaginable in the past.

Before Mo Yani could fully figure out what was going on, she saw that a colleague from the company—that infuriating and exasperating Lei Yang—had forwarded a video link to her.

The moment Mo Yani opened it and saw what had happened, an overwhelming wave of guilt washed over her.

Lei Yang's call came in. Mo Yani stared at the caller ID, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally answered. "What is it?"

"Don't tell me you're only finding out about Sang Yijia's situation now," Lei Yang asked coolly. "The entire company is in a meeting right now. As her manager, not only are you absent, but you aren't even answering your phone."

"The boss asked me to find out if you don't want your job anymore." Lei Yang's attitude was far from pleasant, his opening remarks dripping with sarcasm. "If you're unwilling to manage Sang Yijia, I can do it for you."

"No need!" Mo Yani had no idea about the company meeting, and no one had bothered to notify her. Then she remembered her phone had been turned off during working hours. Since she hadn't taken any calls, the company's senior management undoubtedly held a grudge against hererself.

Half of Mo Yani's heart went cold. "I'll explain everything properly to the higher-ups."

"That boy group of yours is mediocre at best, but Sang Yijia is entirely different. Even though she came to our company just to pass the time, the Sang family behind her is not someone we can afford to offend."

"Just what gave you the nerve?" Lei Yang clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Mo Yani, treating you as a rival in the past was an absolute insult to my intelligence."

Before Mo Yani could say anything, Lei Yang hung up the phone. All Mo Yani could hear on the line was a steady dial tone.

Panicking, Mo Yani hurriedly tried to call Sang Yijia, but her phone was switched off. Realizing that was a dead end, Mo Yani called Chen Luo instead, but his phone was powered off as well.

In that instant, Mo Yani's heart turned completely ice-cold.

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Sang Yijia had originally planned to return tomorrow, but Lu Wenchuan mentioned that something urgent had come up at his company, forcing him to head back early.

Thinking it over, since she was bound to return anyway, a day earlier or later made no difference, so she decided to travel back with him.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Zhang didn't want to take a vacation yet, so they tagged along for the return trip.

Instead of buying commercial airline tickets, Lu Wenchuan had a private jet prepared, allowing them to depart at a moment's notice whenever they were ready.

No matter how wealthy the Sang family was, they couldn't just buy an airplane on a whim. Owning a plane was far more complicated than the initial purchase; the annual maintenance and upkeep costs alone were an astronomical expense, not to mention parking fees.

When Sang Yijia boarded a private jet for the very first time, she realized it wasn't all that different from a regular commercial airliner, yet it was distinctly superior—the sense of space was vastly greater, and the environment was far more private.

This was the first time Lu Wenchuan had ever brought a woman onto his private jet, and the fact that the woman was Sang Yijia left the flight attendants filled with envy and jealousy. Quite a few of them had previously harbored ambitions of capturing Lu Wenchuan's heart; even if they couldn't become his official girlfriend, sharing a single night of intimacy with him would hardly be a loss.

Unfortunately, Lu Wenchuan never spared these flight attendants even a second glance.

"Do you like it?" This was merely one of Lu Wenchuan's aircraft, and not even the best one in his fleet; he owned another with far more advanced and comprehensive facilities.

Sang Yijia nodded. "It's nice."

"Do you always travel by private jet when you're on business trips?" Sang Yijia asked, before turning her gaze to the pitch-black night sky outside the window, where nothing could be seen.

Daytime was definitely better; there was much more to look at.

Lu Wenchuan chuckled and shook his head. "How could that be?"

"Private jets require flight plan approvals; you can't just fly them whenever you want." Lu Wenchuan usually flew commercial for business, only utilizing his private jet when an emergency arose.

"Private jets do offer a lot of convenience, but most of my trips are business-related—flying here today and there tomorrow. By the time the flight route gets approved, I would have already arrived at my destination using a regular airline." Lu Wenchuan was only joking.

Sang Yijia nodded. Noticing that notification after notification kept popping up in Lu Wenchuan's email inbox, she stopped questioning him and said, "You go ahead and work."

"Alright." Lu Wenchuan genuinely had important matters to handle. Seeing that Sang Yijia wasn't displeased, the guilt in his heart deepened even further, and he resolved to treat her twice as well once they returned.

Meanwhile, back at the Sang household, upon learning that Sang Yijia was coming back, Mrs. Sang immediately began arranging a midnight snack. "Jiajia is coming back so late, she must be starving."

"Let's make a bit extra."

Sang Zheng nodded in agreement. "Right, prepare some fruit too. Jiajia can eat whatever she wants."

Sang Qiwen, who had remarkably managed to leave work early, had been summoned back home. Upon hearing that all this fuss was to welcome Sang Yijia back, he glanced at his watch. "Mom, Dad, Jiajia is on a late-night flight; she won't arrive here until the early hours of the morning."

"Once she gets back, she's definitely going to go straight to sleep." Besides, it was still up in the air whether Sang Yijia would even come straight to this house. If everything was prepared and she didn't show up, wouldn't it all be a waste of food?