Translator: Zayn_
After Yu Muhuaiâs filming was completed, the crew had a dinner party as usual. Su Rong gave people the impression that she was always warm and generous. So this time was no exception. Luo Hongqing had just said that they would have supper together, and she had taken on the task of paying the bill. She even asked the extras present to go with them.
It was impossible for a large group of people to go to a high-end restaurant.
However, grilled meat was not bad either.
Looking at the grill on the red smokeless charcoal and the sizzling pork belly, Song Qingyou decisively put down her phone and picked up her chopsticks.
âYou want some, Qingyou?â Fu Chen, who was in charge of barbecuing, glanced at her.
Song Qingyou looked confused, as if she was saying, âIâm already sitting here, why arenât I eating?â
Then, she followed Fu Chenâs gaze and looked at Zhong Jiayin.
In front of Zhong Jiayin was a pot of grass, no, vegetables.
âItâs okay, Iâm not afraid of getting fat.â Song Qingyou instantly understood.
âThen you have to eat more. My barbecue skills are not bad.â
Fu Chen said as he cut the meat smaller with a pair of scissors.
Song Qingyou took a few bites. âDelicious!â
Her praise attracted Zhong Jiayinâs attention.
Song Qingyou picked up a piece of meat. âSister Jiayin, do you want to eat a few pieces? Itâs really delicious.â
Zhong Jiayin looked at the salad in front of her indignantly and rolled her eyes at her.
âDonât be arrogant! Donât you still have to record a variety show tomorrow? Iâll see what you can do when you get fatter in front of the camera!â
Song Qingyou smiled. âSo Sister Jiayin cares about me so much. She knows that 1 have to record a show tomorrow. Donât worry, 1 wonât gain weight so easily.â âWho cares about you?â Zhong Jiayin snorted. âYouâre delusional!â
When the two of them talked like this before, the crew would think that they didnât get along and that their relationship was bad.
However, ever since Zhong Jiayin posted that âopenly criticizing and secretly praisingâ Weibo post, everyone in the production team had gotten used to them talking like that.
Even Shu Ling only smiled from the side, not having the slightest intention of defending her boss.
âBut 1 only told Director Luo that Iâm going to record a show tomorrow. Sis Jiayin doesnât care about me, so how would she know?â n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOf course 1 have my ways.â Zhong Jiayin lifted her chin, her face full of pride.
Song Qingyou had always treated her like a child, so she didnât think much of her answer. She thought that Zhong Jiayin had asked Director Luo about it, but she didnât want to admit it.
As the conversation grew louder, the table became livelier.
Song Qingyou fed her cat a few pieces of meat before remembering that she hadnât seen Yu Muhuai since Zhizhi had taken the seat next to her.
âWhereâs Yu Muhuai? Shouldnât he be sitting at the same table as us?â
âHe went to sit with the assistant director.â Shu Ling pointed Song Qingyou in a direction.
âHeâs not angry, is he?â Song Qingyou glanced at the person toasting the assistant director.
âItâs not that bad. Muhuai doesnât look that petty.â Fu Chen handed the barbecue stick to Zhao Yingnan. âBut Qingyou, your cat is quite domineering. He wonât give up any spot he likes.â
âMaybe heâs used to sitting next to me,â Song Qingyou said with a smile.
âThe last time it saw you about to jump into the water, it rushed up. Today, you and Muhuai were going to shoot a kissing scene. It might have thought that Muhuai wanted to bite youâ¦ln that case, itâs quite protective of its master.â
Fu Chen pinched his chin. âI heard from a friend that his cat doesnât like to talk to him. Your cat has a good personality.â
âZhizhi is more clingy, but he doesnât want me to hug him or play with him. He just wants to follow me wherever I goâ¦â
When Song Qingyou talked about cats, she naturally became more talkative.
On the other side, the assistant director couldnât handle so many people trying to persuade him to drink, so he used the excuse of going to the bathroom.
Yu Muhuai put down his drink glass, declined the people from the production team, and followed him.
When the assistant director came out of the bathroom, he was shocked by Yu Muhuai. His dazed eyes brightened a little.
âSo itâs Little Yu. You really scared me to death.â
âDirector Li, 1 have something to ask you. Of course, itâs fine if you donât answer.â
âWhat is it?â The assistant director urged, âIf you have something to say, say it quickly.â
âI saw that you spoke to Director Luo for todayâs scene, and Director Luo said that he wanted to change the scene. It shouldnât be the scriptwriter who contacted you, right?â
âWhy are you asking this?â The assistant director was puzzled. âItâs just a small change. Itâs not a big dealâ¦â
âIâm just curious who wanted to change it. Was it an investor?â
The assistant director shook his head. âThatâs not the case. If weâre talking about investors, isnât Little Song one of them?â
âThatâs-â
âHey, Iâm only telling you. Donât tell anyone else.â
The assistant director reeked of alcohol as he moved closer.
Yu Muhuai held his breath.
âLet me tell you, actually⦠Mr. Jiangâs assistant is a big shot. Our production team canât afford to offend himâ¦I donât know how Mr. Jiang knew what the crew was filming. I think he must have spies. Maybe heâs been watching Xiao Song all this timeâ¦â
âWhat does this mean? This meant that President Jiangâs relationship with Xiao Song is definitely not ordinary! Perhaps the two of them are in a relationship now! Little Songâs future is boundlessâ¦â
The assistant director rambled on for a long time. In the end, he kept repeating that he could not tell anyone about this.
Yu Muhuai lowered his eyes. His expression was sinister, like a ghost.
The assistant director shivered. âHissâwhy do 1 feel a little coldâ¦? Xiao Yu, Iâm leaving first!â
Ten minutes later, Yu Muhuai came back from the bathroom.
It just so happened that Shu Ling went to talk to Zhao Yingnan, and there was an empty seat next to Song Qingyou.
He took his bowl and walked over.
âDo you mind if I sit here?â
Song Qingyou shook her head and looked up to see his wet fringe. She handed him a tissue.
âWipe yourself.â
âWhy is your hair wet?â
Yu Muhuai smiled. â1 drank too much, so 1 went to wash my face and sober myself up.â
âSitting at Director Liâs table, we would have to drink a lot.â Song Qingyou nodded in agreement and fed Zhizhi a mouthful of meat.
Yu Muhuai pushed the bowl over. âArenât you going to feed me?â
Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then felt that it was nothing, so she picked up the chopsticks and picked up a few slices of meat for him.
But before the meat could be placed in the other personâs bowl, the cat on the left chair suddenly jumped up. Song Qingyou loosened her grip and the meat fell onto the dining table.
She turned to look at the culprit.
The latter meowed coquettishly, and Song Qingyou immediately lost interest in pursuing the matter.
Zhizhi was just a cat. How could he know what he could touch and what he couldnât?
Song Qingyou had no choice but to apologize to Yu Muhuai.
âIâm sorry. Zhizhi probably thought that the meat 1 picked up was for him, soâ¦â âIâm fine.â Yu Muhuai smiled. â1 wonât be angry at a cat, but you canât spoil a pet too much. Otherwise, itâll be too naughty and cause trouble.â
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âYouâre right.â
However, Zhizhi shouldnât be counted as a ânaughtyâ pet.
Therefore, strict discipline did not exist..