Chapter 437: Chapter 437: 257: Shanxi Pei Family, Dividing Shares on Chang'an Venue, A Flourishing Era Reemerges

He left the lounge.

Xu Qingyan let out a small sigh of relief, and then his gaze quickly returned to the work group chat, which instantly made him tense again.

To be honest, he wished more than anyone for the success of the local spring festival program’s broadcast.@@novelbin@@

After all, this was his first show in which he had invested two months of hard work, enduring countless sleepless nights to produce something. No one wanted to be showered in a bloodbath of criticism.

It’s just that today’s events were particularly unfortunate—both women had directly clashed.

From the moment he decided to secretly date both… well, it can’t really be called dating since neither relationship was official.

To tell the truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to make things official, but various reasons prevented any of them from immediately confirming their relationship status.

The relationships were too complicated, and hard to clarify in a short time.

For example, Lin Wanzhou was busy with work. Her agent Wen Yun and assistant Qi Ting had always advanced and retreated together with her. After the previous contract termination, they had directly given up their careers at Yun Yi to start over from scratch with her.

Their relationship had transcended that of a conventional team, becoming more like family.

It wasn’t just about making money. The studio needed to grow, and Lin Wanzhou also needed to prove herself. Not just for her own sake, but also for Wen Yun and Qi Ting’s sake.

Not to mention Wen Yun would never agree to her abandoning work to be in love all day, and Lin Wanzhou couldn’t simply drop everything to fall head over heels in love, disregarding everything else.

Otherwise, Wen Yun and Qi Ting would feel betrayed after all the struggle, only to find her no longer focused on her career and engrossed in romance instead.

Looking from the perspective of both women, anyone would find it hard to accept. Wouldn’t that just be clownish?

Therefore, even if Lin Wanzhou liked him very much, she could only opt to take things slow.

As for Pei Muchan… it was more than flirtation, but they couldn’t quite be called lovers yet.

With a mature personality that warmed up slowly, she seldom acted impulsively. Plus, Qingyan didn’t aggressively pursue her, so their relationship was still at the stage where affection grew over time, like a gentle and steady stream.

Moreover, Pei Muchan was also determined to make a mark. Although she didn’t say it out loud, she wanted to achieve success and didn’t want to affect Qingyan.

Life is more than just the damned affair of love—if a relationship impedes one’s career, then there’s probably something wrong with that relationship.

Due to these various reasons, the relationship among the three had reached a delicate balance.

Qingyan, in this web of relationships, was the proactive party. Since he wanted to have everything, from the moment he made his choice, he was doomed to face the corresponding consequences, for better or worse.

If one had to describe it, the feeling was bitter yet sweet.

Backstage.

Xu Qingyan kindly reminded, “You don’t need to make your makeup so detailed, the live broadcast won’t do close-up shots, close-ups are from pre-recorded materials.”

“Ah? I’ve been getting ready for two hours.”

“Uh… it should be fine, though.”

“Come on, get ready, let’s go through the process one last time.” Another person from the directing team, wearing a peaked cap, clapped and shouted, “Last time everyone, just hang in there a little longer, victory is right in front of us.”

The venue was packed with people bracing the biting cold, as actors large and small bundled up in thick cotton coats, moving around their respective stages.

“Damn, this lute is so heavy!”

“Yeah, my arms have gotten thicker.” Complained a dancer, looking like a celestial maiden to her colleague, “The good thing is it’s just for a few more hours. I have to go home overnight for New Year’s.”

“Ah? You’re from the Capital City?”

“No, my boyfriend bought a house here. This year, we’re planning to meet the parents.”

“Wow!! Sister, I’m super envious of you!”

Next to them, the stage was full of kids wearing Fuwa hats, with festive makeup on their faces. Round and chubby, they looked adorable as they all turned their heads in unison towards something.

On-site, a staff member from the directing team shouted through a megaphone, rallying the spirits.

“This will be the last time we go through the process with all elements present. After hard work for half a month, the time to reap the rewards has finally come, does everyone feel confident?”

A group of children looked up with clear, crisp voices in unison.

“Yes!”

At Chang’an’s Yongning Gate, rarely opened for over a decade, several rehearsals took place. A few individuals from the directing team, including Qingyan and Gan Wenchang, were gathered and chatting, with people smoking around them as the two of them talked without smoking.

“I heard there’s cake later?” Gan Wenchang inquired.

He had some free time that afternoon and had agreed to temporarily cosplay as a security guard. Since then, he had been busily running around with Qingyan, and as the end approached, various situations arose.

Either an actor had a fever, or the props were damaged. Or perhaps the master of ceremonies was suddenly struck by gastroenteritis and might be unable to host the live broadcast.

Qingyan glanced at him and said, “You’re thinking too much, that cake has nothing to do with you, it’s for the university students. It seems like it’s a gift from a company associated with Chang’an TV Station.”

“Sigh, it’s fine if I can’t have some.” Gan Wenchang sighed, then with a hint of mischief, he asked, “Being part of the Spring Festival Gala production for the first time, going live at eight tonight, aren’t you nervous?”

“It’s fine, what’s there to be nervous about?” Qingyan said, “It’s just that the big rehearsals were a bit tough since we had to coincide with the main and local venues.”

“Ah, it wasn’t like that before. It just started this year because the broadcasting technology has improved.” Gan Wenchang shoved his hands in his pockets and raised his eyebrows, “After tonight, it all ends; everyone goes back to their own homes, their own ways.”

“Yeah, ready to head home.”

“Dude, aren’t you considering doing some stage engagements?” Gan Wenchang turned his head to look at him, asking tentatively, “Come join us. Even if you’re slacking off for a year, you can still make a few hundred thousand without affecting your songwriting and earning.”

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