A week later, Shi Touyu moved into her own house. Although there was still some time before her graduation and marriage, she moved in earlier because her internship was closer to that area.
Second Brother returned from the airshow, Da Yi no longer needed to daydream and giggle, and directly packed her things to go to Second Brotherâs place. It was said that they wouldnât be back for a few days.
Xiao Qian thought about going back to her cold empty house after work, and while doing her radio show, she put in even more effort on her doodles.
The director saw Meiweiâs increasingly aggressive doodles during the past few days and couldnât help but sympathize with the audience waiting for the hotline.
Before transferring the call to Meiwei, the director would filter the audienceâs questions, giving the hostess an initial summary on paper so she can mentally prepare ahead of time and avoid discussing topics not allowed by higher-ups during the live broadcast.
Meiwei never used the directorâs notes, as she was quick-witted and able to think on her feet. However, the director was used to this workflow, so she still habitually recorded the notes even if Meiwei didnât use them.
The next caller was a mistress who wanted to complain about the man not divorcing his original wife. Encountering such an issue with skewed values while Meiwei was in a bad mood, it was obvious that sheâd be criticized heavily.
The director watched as Meiwei impatiently drew on the paper with even more vigor, and then connected the doomed hotline.
Xiao Qian heard the caller crying on the other end.
âMeiwei, Iâve been feeling really bad lately. Iâve been mistreated⦠He promised to marry me, but why wonât he divorce that fat and old woman? Boo hoo hooâ¦â
Damn it, Yu Minglang left saying he would come back and take me swimming. But itâs been almost a month now! If he doesnât come back soon, the seawater will turn cold! Iâd rather believe in ghosts than the lies of men!
Xiao Qianâs inner self ranted.
âHe wonât answer my calls or reply to my texts. What should I do?â The caller cried as if she had lost her entire world.
âHe promised me, he said heâd divorce her! He guaranteed he doesnât love his wife at all. That woman doesnât understand him, doesnât love him and canât give him anything. But I love him, I love him!â
Xiao Qian occasionally hummed, indicating that she was still listening.
âHe promised me he would divorce her, but now I canât contact him. When I confronted his wife, she furiously accused me of wrongdoing. Sheâs so cruel! How could she treat me like this? I have the right to love and express my love! If she canât meet my standards, I have the right to criticize her! How can she even be his wife if she canât handle this?! I have the right to make demands since Iâve given so much!â
The caller didnât wait for Xiao Qianâs reply and called out her stage name twice.
The director signaled â5â to Xiao Qian, indicating that the talk time for this caller was up and according to the rules, should be cut off after 3 minutes. However, Meiwei didnât signal, so the director hesitated to decide whether to move on to the next caller or finish answering this one first.
Did Meiwei smile?
The director felt her heart skip a beat.
As a woman herself, the director was stunned by Meiweiâs smile.
She finally understood the phrase âA smile so enchanting that it could create a hundred charms.â Although Meiwei occasionally gave her colleagues a polite and light smile, it was completely different from the one she showed now.
This smile was genuine, as if it came from the bottom of her heart. With her delicate features, this smile truly made oneâs heart bloom, and it even carried a fruity fragrance â huh, a fragrance?!
The director followed the scent and turned around, only to be startled.
A man was standing behind her, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
He was a very tall and handsome man.
He wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt with a discreet Prada logo on the chest, which subtly conveyed its high value. His long legs were wrapped in jeans from the same brand, and he carried a bag with two cups of freshly squeezed fruit juice.
The fruity scent came from the bag â one cup was lemon juice, and the other was red watermelon juice.
âHow did you get in here?!â The director was startled to see someone entering.
Due to the popularity of the âSoul Codeâ program, Meiwei had a lot of fans, and many wanted to see her in person. The management had specifically instructed that during Meiweiâs live broadcast, everyone entering the studio had to go through strict screening.
Could this be another fan who managed to break in?
âBeautiful lady, I am Xiao Meiâs fiancé.â Yu Minglang put the lemon juice on the directorâs table.
He showed Xiao Qian the other cup of watermelon juice, and as she looked at him, she couldnât help but reveal a knowing smile. Seeing the red juice, her cheeks flushed slightly.
Purity had been assigned a different meaning to this innocent fruit by her and Yu Minglang.
Although the curve of her smile was slight, a single glance at him made it feel as if the whole world was blooming like flowers, and her mood instantly changed from gloomy to sunny.
The director immediately understood the situation after seeing how the two interacted. The cold beauty Meiwei only showed that expression when she saw her fiancé.
That beautiful smile wasnât for herself, but for the man behind her.
This was indeed an enchanting match made in heaven â an aloof goddess paired with a domineering god.
However, the director couldnât help but wonder what kind of career Meiweiâs fiancé had.
His short-sleeved T-shirt clearly revealed his firm muscles, the enchanting lines of a manâs arm, full of strength and beauty â not like a regular white-collar worker or civil servant. But what career could boast both muscle and poise?
The director was so dazzled by Yu Minglangâs appeal that she forgot to consider one important question: How could he casually stroll past the strict guard, carrying two cups of juice, and appear here so openly?
For him, it was a trivial task. Yu Minglangâs first task after returning was to see his lovely Xiao Mei~
He couldâve easily waited outside, but he didnât want to!
He wanted her to see him as soon as possible.
Yu Minglangâs surprise appearance instantly lifted Xiao Qianâs heavy heart. She made a âwait a momentâ gesture, then turned her attention back to the troubled caller.
Others in the audience could only hear her voice and not see their interaction, so they were curious.
Why did Meiwei spend an unusually long time on this call? Wasnât a 3-minute limit mentioned? Itâs been 2 times the 3-minute limit already.
âI understand the callerâs question, but I donât want to give a direct answer for now. Today, I would like to add an interaction segment between listeners. We will take a short commercial break, and after the ad, we will transfer another listenerâs call to have them answer your question.â
Xiao Qian cut to the advertisement and then stepped out of the studio.
As she opened the door, Yu Minglang immediately hugged her. It felt like a long time since they last met. The last time he saw her, she was wearing long sleeves, but now it was summer. Yu Minglang spun her around with a hug, then pecked her lips. âBaby, Iâm back~â