Wen Ying wanted to drag Mrs. Wang to meet Yuan Fenghui, letting Mrs. Wang and Yuan Fenghui battle it out themselves. Yuan Fenghui wasn’t intimidated, rather quite intrigued, “I didn’t know Mr. Wang’s wife was so fascinating. Even if you didn’t introduce her, I’d want to meet her myself. Such an event needs someone like Mrs. Wang to participate!”
For an intern like Wang Shuang, Yuan Fenghui couldn’t care less.
But interns like Wen Ying and Xie Qian, Yuan Fenghui desperately wanted.
Mrs. Wang could keep Wen Ying so engaged, strategising wholeheartedly, yet now she’s just a full-time housewife, isn’t that a waste of talent?
Yuan Fenghui was eager to meet Mrs. Wang as soon as possible!
No, meeting in person was too slow, better to call first and build some rapport.
After threatening Wen Ying, Yuan Fenghui coaxed her, saying she’d give Wen Ying a year-end bonus.
“Don’t be too modest. What’s wrong with being a judge? There are all sorts of competitions these days, and I’ve seen judges who aren’t exactly top-notch. Some are just there for fame, not as good as you!”
Age? Experience? What’s that?
Tianjiao needs funding, Mrs. Wang needs funding, *Spark* magazine needs funding, all three are willing to back Wen Ying. Let alone making her a judge, even appointing her as chief judge wouldn’t be too much for Yuan Fenghui.
The boss footing the bill says Wen Ying’s capable, so even if she wasn’t, she’d have to be, not to mention Wen Ying *is* capable!
This competition would greatly boost *Spark* magazine’s promotion, benefit Tianjiao, and naturally, the planner Wen Ying wouldn’t be left out.
The portal site dubbed Wen Ying, Li Mengjiao, Yun Chen, and Zhang Yangning the “Tianjiao Quartet.” Though Zhang Yangning’s fame lagged behind Wen Ying’s, an artist could skyrocket faster than a writer or screenwriter, with just one TV drama, an album, or even a single song.
Not letting Wen Ying shine in this competition would be an absolute waste of opportunity!
Yuan Fenghui would not allow such waste.
Waste is shameful!
If any of the Tianjiao Quartet’s popularity waned, it’d be Yuan Fenghui’s failure.
Speaking of the portal site, Yuan Fenghui recalled something, “The portal’s heavily favouring blog traffic now. When this creative writing contest kicks off, we should promote it online. Whether netizens join or not, making a big splash is definitely the right move.”
“Your idea is exactly what I was thinking. The internet is a promotional platform we can’t afford to ignore.”
When it came to business, Wen Ying snapped into focus.
Before the weekend, after multiple phone calls, Wen Ying and Yuan Fenghui had devised a plan.
On Saturday, they went straight to Xie Qian’s house to meet Zou Weijun.
Hearing Tianjiao had business to discuss, Zou Weijun postponed a scheduled trip to wait for Yuan Fenghui at home.
How could such an occasion lack Mrs. Wang? Mrs. Wang offered to pick up Wen Ying, but Yuan Fenghui was closer, so Mrs. Wang didn’t insist. However, she kindly brought her son along, since Wang Shuang was already heading to Xie Qian’s for tutoring.
At Xie Qian’s house, Mrs. Wang dropped off her son and didn’t stop talking from the moment she got out of the car to entering the house.
In Mrs. Wang’s words, everything about Xie Qian’s home was perfect.
Besides Xie Qian and his mother, Mrs. Wang couldn’t think of anyone else worthy of such a serene, elegant residence.
“Of course, Wen Ying could live here too. This place suits cultured people, not uncultured folks like us, who’d feel out of place.”
Wang Shuang’s eyes widened.
Wen Ying living at Xie Qian’s house?
Mum, do you even know what you’re saying?
Mrs. Wang’s casual remark stirred ripples in Xie Qian’s heart, and he couldn’t help glancing at Wen Ying.
If Wen Ying lived at his place, it wouldn’t be impossible… at least outside of eating and sleeping, he could keep an eye on the hamster’s studies.
Both were loudmouths, but Wang Shuang’s ten sentences never hit the mark, while Mrs. Wang always knew what people wanted to hear. No wonder she won Wen Ying over so quickly.
Poor Wang, the academic failure, his parents kept all the brains and charm for themselves, not sparing a bit for him.
Xie Qian felt a rare pang of sympathy for Wang Shuang.
Mrs. Wang’s words delighted Xie Qian, but Wen Ying protested.
Though she could never tire of her idol’s face, living under the same roof with him, with endless assignments and exercises, would be suffocating.
Noticing Xie Qian’s gaze, Wen Ying averted her eyes, laughing awkwardly, “Auntie, we’re here for business. Stop joking.”
Mrs. Wang lightly tapped her forehead, “Right, right, business! Look at my memory.”
The girl’s shy, a little teasing builds rapport, but too much might backfire.
Mrs. Wang turned her charm offensive on Zou Weijun.
In all her years, Zou Weijun had never met someone like Mrs. Wang.
Even Wen Ying couldn’t resist Mrs. Wang’s allure, so Zou Weijun’s surrender was only a matter of time. Within a few words, Mrs. Wang was arm-in-arm with Zou Weijun, heading inside.
At first, Zou Weijun instinctively resisted.
Mrs. Wang held on too tightly, no escaping!
Wang Shuang was baffled, “What’s up with my mum? I thought she got up early just to drive me to tutoring. I’m here, so why isn’t she leaving?”
Normally, Mrs. Wang slept in.
Making breakfast and driving her son to school stopped after Wang Shuang’s third year of primary school.
Today, Mrs. Wang woke up early, drove Wang Shuang to Xie’s house herself, no driver. Wang Shuang was touched the whole way.
He thought this was her making up for forgetting him at the school gate the other day!
Now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Who drives their kid to tutoring and sticks around, looking like they’re staying for a meal?
Xie Qian and Wen Ying exchanged a glance.
Oh, almost forgot, this clueless kid still doesn’t know what’s going on.
Yuan Fenghui laughed, “Your mum didn’t get up early just for you. She’s here for business.”
Business?!
Wang Shuang’s heart shattered. So he wasn’t his mum’s treasure again, still just her weed?!
Of course, Wang, the little weed, was more confused, “What business does my mum have with Aunt Zou?”
Yuan Fenghui kept smiling, twisting the knife, “Tianjiao’s collaborating with Editor-in-Chief Zou. Your mum’s now Tianjiao’s PR manager.”
Wang Shuang was stunned.
Why didn’t he, a Tianjiao shareholder, know his mum was their PR manager?
Right, how much was Teacher Yuan paying her?
Wang Shuang wanted to ask but feared the figure would crush him. His mouth opened and closed, speechless.
Mrs. Wang, arm-in-arm with Zou Weijun, had entered the house. Seeing Wen Ying still in the courtyard, she called for her to hurry up, as explaining the collaboration plan to Zou Weijun needed Wen Ying.
Wen Ying was off discussing business, so he, a small shareholder, could join too!
Wang Shuang geared up to follow, only for Xie Qian to grab his collar with one hand, “Wrong way. We’re not tutoring in the living room.”
