Chapter 505: You’re Here

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

After sending off the interviewing team, Fu Huai’an removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he called Lin Nuan. He wanted to hear Lin Nuan’s voice, and he also wanted to ask if she had seen his interview.

The call went through, and Lin Nuan’s voice clearly sounded fatigued. “Hello…”

Fu Huai’an walked over to the large office desk, casually flipping his suit jacket over the chair, then asked, “Are you done with your business at AG?”

“Yup, I’m done with that!”

On the other end of the line, Lin Nuan had already walked to the entrance of the station building and was getting out of the cab.

Lin Nuan had originally planned on returning to Tianfu Bay, but she received a call from Miss Xia, who told her to make a trip there when she could. Hence Lin Nuan told the driver to drive her to the entrance of the station building.

Once she got out, she felt enveloped by the cold air. Lin Nuan slipped one hand into her pocket and walked towards the building with her head lowered.

Detecting something wrong in Lin Nuan’s tone, Fu Huai’an, who was flipping through documents, suddenly froze in his actions and sat down in the chair. “Are you tired?”

In the morning, when Fu Huai’an left the house, Lin Nuan still had a bashful and blissful look on her face; now, she clearly sounded gloomy. Fu Huai’an didn’t read too much into it and merely thought that Lin Nuan was too exhausted from work, or that things at work hadn’t gone smoothly for her.

Regarding Chu Xun and Lu Qili, Lin Nuan didn’t intend to keep it from Fu Huai’an…

But it wasn’t a suitable time to speak. After all, Fu Huai’an was still at work.

“Let’s talk at home later. I’m walking into the station building now. Miss Xia asked me to come over, saying she had matters to discuss with me.”

“Thud thud thud…”

On Fu Huai’an’s end of the line, someone knocked on the door. Lin Nuan said, “You go get busy, I’ll hang up first. In the afternoon, if I have the time, I’ll go pick up Tuan Tuan.”

“I’ll get Uncle Hu to pick you up. Wait for Uncle Hu’s call at the station building, don’t run off elsewhere…”

“En!” Lin Nuan agreed.

Once inside the elevator, Lin Nuan got a call from Song Yao. Song Yao had returned to the country and was suggesting they get together with Bai Xiaonian in the afternoon. She had booked a suite at the Night Palace at 7 pm.

From how Song Yao had stood out to speak up for her on Weibo, Lin Nuan knew she was likely fine by now. She just didn’t know what exactly happened between her and Cen Mo. Lin Nuan didn’t ask her in detail over the phone.

She also didn’t speak about Bai Xiaonian and Lu Jinnan’s matter, merely telling her that Bai Xiaonian’s leg had suffered a mild fracture and that she was in the hospital right now. After asking for the address of the hospital, Song Yao frantically rushed there.

…

Lin Nuan only removed her mask after getting into the elevator. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, which included a tweed cap. She took in a deep breath and got her spirits up; she still had to face the matter regarding her removal from “A Sunday Date.”

When she reached the morning news department, she noticed that everyone in the office was staring in the direction of Miss Xia’s office and talking among themselves in hushed whispers. They were discussing the matter of Weng Lin replacing Lin Nuan on “A Sunday Date.” Even Miss Xia’s assistant, Yang Yuze, had joined those gossiping colleagues.

Yang Yuze was talking to his colleagues when he spotted Lin Nuan, so he hurriedly got up. “Lin Nuan, you’re here…”

Everyone turned their heads to look at Lin Nuan.

Lin Nuan smiled and nodded, then walked towards Miss Xia’s office.

As she approached the office, Lin Nuan saw Weng Lin talking with Miss Xia in there, and Miss Xia’s expression appeared ghastly.

Seeing that Lin Nuan was standing at the door, Miss Xia extinguished her lady’s cigarette and let out a long exhale of thin fumes, waving at Lin Nuan and motioning for her to enter before the latter had the chance to knock on the door.

Lin Nuan entered and graciously said her hellos to Miss Xia and Weng Lin.

Facing Lin Nuan, Weng Lin felt a little embarrassed and apologetic, more or less.

She nodded at Lin Nuan. After Lin Nuan closed the door to the office, she said, “Lin Nuan, I’m sorry! But I didn’t intentionally squeeze you out of your position on ‘A Sunday Date.’ I did have the desire to host ‘A Sunday Date,’ but I hadn’t expected President Chu to agree to it so easily…”

Lin Nuan sat down in the chair opposite of Miss Xia, next to Weng Lin. With calm composure, she said, “Sponsors specifically requesting a change of show host or female lead in a movie or tv drama isn’t something new. This isn’t something you need to apologize over. Everyone’s just basing it on their capabilities.”

Lin Nuan appeared calm, but Weng Lin’s originally quickened heart rate was thumping wildly now.

Hearing Lin Nuan say “basing it on their capabilities,” Weng Lin felt uneasy all of a sudden.

Never mind that she hadn’t known that Lin Nuan’s husband was President Fu of the Kaide Corporation in the past; now that she actually knew…

The Kaide Corporation had way stronger financials than the man backing Weng Lin; furthermore, Fu Huai’an’s net worth had always been a mystery.

Seeing the tensed up Weng Lin, Lin Nuan could guess what she was thinking. She said, “I don’t intend to vie for the spot of talk show host on ‘A Sunday Date.’”

Weng Lin felt slightly more at ease.

After hearing what had happened to Weng Lin from Fang Yan, she still felt respectful towards this senior.

And just as Lin Nuan had said, money speaks in their industry; those in the circle were used to things like this by now…

If everyone truly depended solely on their talents, and if it was sufficient just to work out, then why would Song Yao have parted from her lover of many years and chosen to be together with Cen Mo; why would Song Yao have those emotions?

Sometimes, in order to succeed, one had to take shortcuts.

Weng Lin’s lips parted; she likely hadn’t anticipated such a reaction from Lin Nuan. She had thought that Lin Nuan would at least flare up.

“If you can think of it this way… that’s great!” Weng Lin asked testingly, “Then, will you say something to the media?”

“I don’t have a habit of speaking about anything and everything to the media.” Lin Nuan turned her head and looked at Weng Lin, her gaze so clear it caused one to panic. “But Sis Lin, if after you replace me on ‘A Sunday Date,’ the ratings go up, and the show continues to be well-liked by audiences, that’d be a happy ending. But should ratings fall, aren’t you setting yourself up to be set on fire…”

It wasn’t as if Weng Lin didn’t have such concerns. This was the reason she had come to look for Miss Xia, in the hopes that Miss Xia would be able to come up with a solution to make the show more appealing.

But Miss Xia was a woman who had not only capabilities but also a temper. The moment Weng Lin arrived, Miss Xia flared up at her, declaring she wasn’t going to bother with this anymore; Miss Xia had already tendered her resignation and was planning to leave.

Weng Lin had thought that Miss Xia was only saying it out of spite and thus spoke of her predicament with Miss Xia. She really, really needed this opportunity.

Who knew that Miss Xia didn’t utter a sound and began packing her own things, making it clear she wasn’t joking with Weng Lin. Weng Lin was stunned, and she couldn’t help getting angry with Miss Xia too, so her words might have come out unpleasant. She had been working with Miss Xia all these years and had thought that the two of them had established a friendship; she rarely ever asked a favor of Miss Xia, and now that she did, Miss Xia decided to quit just like that!

Although she could empathize with Weng Lin’s predicament, Miss Xia truly despised the use of a tactic like this, bullying others with money and power and stepping on others to advance one’s career.

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