Chapter 102: The One with the best Luck Goes.

Chapter 102

Li Zhen called out twice more before Yu Sheng finally opened his deep, dark eyes. “Li Zhen?” Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

“We can go now.” Li Zhen straightened up.

Yu Sheng’s head ached and his consciousness was not yet fully clear.

He lay in the chair, gazing up at Li Zhen.

The moonlight was exceptionally beautiful tonight. Lost in a daze, it was as if he had returned to his college days.

On those hot summer nights, on the occasions they didn’t go to the library in the evenings, they would go to the lawn by the lake.

Li Zhen liked to sit with her hands propped behind her, craning her slender neck to gaze at the bright moon and stars in the sky.

He would lie there, a blade of grass in his mouth, hands cradling his head, eyes glancing sidelong as the gentle moonlight hugged Li Zhen, cloaking her in a thin veil of white light.

He could stare at her, clear and unabashed.

Gaze at the contour of her profile, her petite earlobes, her pert nose.

Yu Sheng breathed a soft sigh.

It had been so long since he had looked properly at Li Zhen. Had he really been wrong to devote too much energy to his work?

In the past, he had wanted to excel in his own right, to help his mother understand Li Zhen was not a burden to him, but rather his greatest spiritual support.

But now he didn’t need his mother’s approval of Li Zhen, nor for her to see his hard work and ambition.

These past three years.

He had not stopped for a single day, like a precisely calibrated instrument.

“Li Zhen, I’m a little tired, I want to rest for a while...” On Yu Sheng’s handsome, resolute face appeared a hint of fatigue, his tone still lazy from the alcohol.

He should set aside more time for her.

Li Zhen thought he was talking about the tedious socializing at tonight's banquet. “Thank you for tonight, Yu Sheng. You worked hard. We can leave now.”

Li Zhen's tone was polite and detached, as if speaking to a passing stranger who had casually helped her.

But Yu Sheng did not detect anything amiss.

The two left the hall and went to the parking lot. Li Zhen got into the driver's seat.

Yu Sheng stood outside the car, perplexed as he looked at her.

Li Zhen buckled her seatbelt. “You have a fever, it’s unsafe for you to drive. I’ll do it.”

Yu Sheng said nothing as he got into the passenger seat.

“We make more but work harder too. After we power through the next few days, let’s splurge and go somewhere nice to unwind,” Meng Yuanjie smiled as well.

The mention sparked a thought in Qiao Yi and she took out her phone.

Li Zhen was sitting right next to Qiao Yi. From the corner of her eye, she inadvertently got a clear view of the screen.

It showed every expense Qiao Yi had made recently, as well as the ad shoots she had done the past two days and the estimated bonuses she would earn.

Li Zhen felt a twinge in her heart and gently said to Qiao Yi, “Anyway, don't try to tough things out yourself if you need any help.”

Qiao Yi was deeply moved but maintained a smile. “Don't worry, don't worry...”

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In the afternoon, Ren Zongshun gathered everyone for a meeting.

In the advertising department conference room, Ren Zongshun cleared his throat. “Let’s have a quick meeting to arrange something.”

“As you all know, we recently got two new collection spokespersons. Someone from the ad department needs to be on set to liaise with the talent.”

“It won’t take long, just a few days.”

“And it’s pretty laidback. You just sit there on set, communicate company-related matters with the talent, that’s it.”

“Who’s willing to go?”

After Ren Zongshun finished, there was dead silence below.

The leader made it sound nice by saying it was liaising, but in reality most celebrities had haughty temperaments.

They would treat this liaison role as a personal assistant the company had provided them, and order them around.

No one wanted to do this kind of job.

Most importantly, this was the busiest time with the most ad shoots, meaning the highest bonuses.

Going to wait on celebrities meant a huge pay cut.

Ren Zongshun expected no one to volunteer, “Then let’s grab a red envelope. Whoever has the best luck goes.”

Below, everyone started moaning.

Ren Zongshun sent a red envelope in the department group chat. Everyone reluctantly clicked to open it.

Zhang Xiya rubbed her hands greedily. “Please, please, let all my bad luck go into this red envelope. Let me open the smallest amount!”

She closed one eye and grimaced as she tapped the envelope.

“Yes! One cent!” Zhang Xiya was so happy she nearly jumped up.