Mrs. Peng didn’t back down on the phone, and naturally, she wasn’t convinced after hanging up.
If a father doesn’t help his son, does he even deserve to be called a father?
But Mrs. Peng understood her husband’s point: it wasn’t that he didn’t want to help Peng Guoqing, but that Xie Jinghu was afraid of anyone aiding Xie Qian!
Mrs. Peng deeply despised a scumbag like Xie Jinghu, feeling that both the Xie family and Zou Weijun were too lenient with him. Unfortunately, she wasn’t close to Zou Weijun, so she couldn’t just show up and share her expertise on dealing with such men. If a man’s heart and body can’t be kept, so be it; don’t dwell on it. Children come from a mother’s womb, and a woman must stand strong to secure the family’s wealth for her child!
Zou Weijun’s disadvantage was her excessive refinement.
Cultured people always lose out to shameless vixens. Only by letting go of pride and fighting back can you tame a vixen and a despicable man.
Divorce or not, first vent the anger in your heart. Holding it in until it ruins your health or kills you just clears the way for the vixen!
Mrs. Peng pitied Xie Qian even more.
At such a young age, he had to roll up his sleeves and wrestle with his scumbag father—what a tragedy!
While Mrs. Peng felt sorry for Xie Qian, Peng Guoqing admired him greatly.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuezha, mentored by Xie Qian, was about to face the university entrance exams.
Peng Guoqing admired Xie Qian and envied Wang Shuang.
Sigh, if only he had come to Chengdu a year earlier, he could have taken the exams with Wang Shuang this year.
Peng Guoqing had chickened out this year.
Teacher Liang had suggested he experience the exam atmosphere, but Peng Guoqing firmly refused.
By not taking the exam, he’d have no score for Wang Shuang to mock!
As June rolled around, the countdown to the exams grew closer.
Recently, Wang Jun skipped business socialising, reminding Mrs. Wang to come home early and monitor Wang Shuang’s mood. Every “exam family” was like the Wangs; it didn’t matter how wealthy the family was—when a child was facing the exams, everything else took a backseat.
Skipping business dinners to come home early was nothing. Wang Jun knew a friend who’d made a fortune in business, whose marriage had long been in name only. They stayed together for one reason: their child hadn’t taken the exams yet. Divorce could affect the child’s performance, so they tacitly agreed to delay it until after the exams!
Wang Shuang was carefree, but Wang Jun was so worked up he wished he could take the exam himself.
Mrs. Wang, after two days of coming home early at her husband’s urging, grew annoyed. “Whether he does well depends on the knowledge he’s absorbed. What’s the point of hovering over him? If you want to watch him, go ahead. I’m swamped with work!”
Wang Jun didn’t dare argue with his wife. Mrs. Wang wasn’t shirking responsibility; she was genuinely busy, running around non-stop, even developing a huge stress blister on her lip.
Mrs. Wang was busy working with Yuan Fenghui on the promotion of *Galaxy and You*.
Yu Tianlin’s new drama was set to air on July 3. In early June, Hunan Satellite TV began airing trailers.
Zhang Guang’s original script had been butchered, and Mrs. Wang thought Yu Tianlin’s drama would flop. But one person’s opinion didn’t matter. Even a terrible drama could produce highlight clips with careful editing. Plus, Yu Tianlin’s appeal was undeniable. The entire drama’s plot and supporting cast served to elevate him, making his charm shine. Once the trailer aired, half the female audience was already smitten!
Hunan Satellite TV heavily promoted Yu Tianlin’s drama, or rather, *Galaxy and You*, co-broadcast by four satellite channels, gave Hunan TV a sense of crisis. To compete for July’s prime-time ratings, they had to ramp up promotion.
Li Mengjiao was no longer the ambassador for the talent show.
Last year’s popular contestant had replaced her.
Li Mengjiao’s exposure on Hunan Satellite TV had dropped significantly.
However, the dairy brand she endorsed remained a major sponsor. Yuan Fenghui had signed a two-year endorsement deal with the dairy group’s Mr. Liu, still in effect, so Hunan TV had to air Li Mengjiao’s ads, maintaining her visibility.
Even so, some people weren’t satisfied.
Mrs. Wang heard from Yuan Fenghui that Yu Tianlin was trying to snatch Li Mengjiao’s major endorsement.
Yuan Fenghui didn’t want Li Mengjiao tied too closely to one brand. When the endorsement expired, it was time to move on. The dairy brand targeted the masses, and Li Mengjiao could start exploring luxury brands.
Whether to renew with the dairy brand was still under consideration.
But even if they didn’t renew, the choice should be Tianjiao’s. Why should they hand the endorsement to Yu Tianlin?
“Mengjiao’s only been in the industry for how long? He’s been around for years, and he has the nerve to compete with her for an endorsement!”
With her son Wang Shuang facing the exams, Mrs. Wang hadn’t fully stepped away from work. Someone trying to steal Li Mengjiao’s endorsement riled her up like they’d dug up her ancestors’ graves.
“Face is worth nothing compared to real money.”
Yuan Fenghui was unfazed.
Last year, Li Mengjiao’s endorsement fee was 2.8 million annually—a top rate for a newcomer.
Yu Tianlin, established longer, with a new drama airing, could ride the momentum to snatch her endorsement, likely at a higher fee.
Letting Yu Tianlin pocket a fortune was something Yuan Fenghui wouldn’t allow. Plus, they’d had a good partnership with the dairy brand. Handing it over to Yu Tianlin would leave her deeply unhappy.
If the dairy brand wanted a new endorser, they should choose between Yun Chen and Zhang Yangning!
Mrs. Wang saw nothing wrong with Yuan Fenghui’s thinking, nodding in agreement. “Exactly, keep the benefits in-house. Whether it’s Yun Chen or Zhang Yangning, they’re our own artists. As long as our new drama airs and crushes that ungrateful wolf’s show, he won’t snatch the endorsement.”
Mrs. Wang was confident in *Galaxy and You*’s ratings.
A TV star’s status hinges on ratings. A hit drama makes you a superstar; no need to steal endorsements—brands will come knocking. A flop, especially multiple flops, earns you the label “ratings poison.” Even if you lower your price for endorsements, brands fear getting tainted.
Yu Tianlin’s drama was already in full promotional swing.
Tianjiao and the four satellite channels hadn’t made a move.
What was Mrs. Wang, working late at the company, waiting for?
Waiting for Wen Ying’s novel version of *Galaxy and You* to be finalised, and for the drama’s original soundtrack album to be completed. Yuan Fenghui had said it clearly: everything needed to launch together, not one piece missing.
On June 7, Wang Shuang, escorted by his father Wang Jun, strode confidently into the exam hall.
While students sat in classrooms taking tests, parents crowded outside. At that moment, there were no bosses, only parents. Wang Jun, with his big belly, was nearly melting under the sun. Finally, when Wang Shuang emerged after the morning session, Wang Jun pushed through the crowd to his son’s side but didn’t dare ask how he’d done.
