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Chapter 542 Huang Cancan's "Vanity"

"what is this?"

Chen held up the "Host Certificate" and asked.

"Oh, it's just... it's just that I went to help a friend out."

Huang Cancan stood on tiptoe and managed to pull Chen's arm down a little.

The two were close together, and Chen felt as if he were touching two very bouncy marshmallows.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Cancan finally snatched the credentials and threw them into the drawer with a bang: "Let's go out for a drink, the closing ceremony has started."

It was as if she didn't want Chen to know about these things.

Director Chen remained noncommittal, letting the woman with trembling breasts lead him back to the living room.

On the coffee table, there was already a plate of cut fruit, a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses.

On the television, highlights and clips from this Olympic Games were playing, along with the announcer's passionate voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us sing the national anthem of the People's Republic of China..."

"This is wine from our hometown. It's not expensive, but it's very sweet."

Huang Cancan tilted the tall glass, letting the wine-red liquid flow down the transparent glass, creating an amber-like vortex at the bottom, and faintly smelling the aroma of fruit acid mixed with oak barrels.

However, the word "sweet" made Chen Zhe find it a bit funny.

In some places, this is how people encourage others to drink:

"Homemade wine has no alcohol content."

"Kids drink it all the time."

"It tastes like a sweet drink, just like fruit juice from outside."

After the guests drank it:

"Holy crap, I remember going home, how come I'm sleeping in the field?"

After Huang Cancan poured the glass, she handed it over with a big smile: "Cheers!"

"Wishing the Olympics well, wishing our motherland well."

Chen smiled slightly and drank the cup.

It must be said that Director Chen's ideological stance is quite progressive. Whether he is talking to a busty host, a business partner, or a competitor, he always keeps the motherland and the Party on his mind.

"How is it? Is it okay?"

Huang Cancan asked, her earlobes flushed slightly, perhaps because she had drunk the first cup too quickly.

"It's really good."

Chen nodded, picked up a piece of watermelon with a toothpick, and slowly chewed it in his mouth.

Huang Cancan glanced over here secretly, seemingly trying to observe her "dad's" expression.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned my head, I met a pair of deep eyes.

Even her "father" was calmly observing her.

In a sudden panic, Huang Cancan instinctively picked up a wine glass, pretending to pour wine to cover up her panic:
"If it's good, drink more. When I was in junior high school, I saw women on TV holding tall wine glasses and tasting wine. I thought they were so elegant, so I secretly bought a wine glass to learn how to do it. I even got drunk once."

Did your parents hit you?

Chen asked with great interest.

"No, we didn't fight."

Huang Cancan pouted: "That's what my dad said back then. He said I was too vain and liked these extravagant and frivolous things at such a young age."

Huang Cancan's father seems to be an ordinary primary school teacher. Primary school teachers in that era were different from those in later years. They not only cared about your studies but also taught you how to be a person.

If they don't listen, they'll not only scold them, but sometimes they'll even hit them.

"Mr. Chen, do you have any interesting stories from your childhood?"

Huang Cancan inquired and found out that she had already drunk half a glass of the wine that had just been poured.

"I was very well-behaved before college. Apart from liking two girls at the same time, there was nothing else I could talk about."

Chen said modestly.

"Liking two girls at the same time?"

Huang Cancan exclaimed, "Isn't there anything to discuss? Hurry up and elaborate!"

Normally, Chen wouldn't mind talking about her "daughter" identity as "Chest Trembling Sister," as it's actually a good outlet for her venting and confiding.

However, she was clearly not in a good mood today.

As if in a hurry, or as if feeling guilty, she kept bringing up all sorts of topics, never letting herself have a moment to rest.

It seems that "Dad" is afraid of being idle, so he will ask about things.

But what I feared most came to pass.

Chen swallowed another slice of cantaloupe and coughed to clear his throat.

Huang Cancan thought he was about to recount his romantic history, but then "Dad" suddenly asked, "Which friend did you help?"

“A friend of mine from university.”

Huang Cancan didn't dare to look at Chen Zhe, only staring at the TV, unconsciously drinking her wine.

But Chen Zhe wouldn't let her off the hook, and a series of questions followed.

"Which friend?"

"What is your name?"

What is the other party doing now?

"besides……"

Chen slowly pulled a ribbon from the crevice of the sofa cushion. At the end of the ribbon was another "host certificate," with "Opening Ceremony of Xintang Plaza, Zengcheng District" on the back, dated last week.

"You and this friend have a very good relationship."

Chen slammed his hosting certificate on the coffee table and said with a half-smile, "You've been helping out everywhere, and all of it is in the suburbs."

"Yes, that's right."

Huang Cancan couldn't help but want to slap her forehead. How could these things be left lying around like that? She nervously gulped down the wine, it was almost an unconscious stress response.

"What's her name?"

Chen asked calmly, having already realized that Sister Chest Trembling was lying.

"Her name is...her name is..."

Huang Cancan couldn't decide whose name to make up for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she finally decided on someone and said with a bright look in her eyes, "Her name is Meng Xuefang, my college roommate..."

"I want to hear the truth!"

Chen suddenly slammed his hand on the coffee table, causing the metal fork to fall to the ground with a clanging sound.

Huang Cancan was also startled, and a small amount of red wine in her hand spilled out, landing on her white bodysuit and leaving a smudged, rounded outline.

Director Chen has always had a mild temper; I've almost never seen him lose his temper.

However, it depends on the person. For someone like "McDonald's" with trembling breasts, the harder you are, the more comfortable she feels.

Regardless of the aspect.

Sure enough, after being stunned by the angry shout, Sister Chest Trembling quieted down for a while before finally saying honestly, "I want to buy a car."

"Buy a car?"

Chen hadn't expected this reason.

He had just thought of reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with Huang Cancan, such as "father in a car accident, mother seriously ill, younger brother unable to afford school..." but he hadn't thought of this one.

What do you need the car for?

Even with Chen's intelligence, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"because……"

The woman with trembling breasts seemed reluctant to explain why.

"fine."

Director Chen put on his shoes and made a move to leave.

"No! Daddy, don't go!"

Huang Cancan quickly grabbed his trouser leg, her cheeks flushed, her eyes misty, and her speech slurred with drunkenness.

"You were here with me last time..."

Huang Cancan tilted her head back and pointed to her snow-white neck, saying, "I left a hickey. After I got back, everyone guessed that I slept with some mysterious big shot. Plus, Director Miao announced that I would be hosting a new program, and those little bitches believed it even more."

"so……"

Her bright yellow lips opened and closed hesitantly.

"So what?"

Chen was getting a little anxious. He said if he could speak, he should speak; if he couldn't, he should use his mouth elsewhere.

"So... I'm planning to save up to buy a car."

Huang Cancan crawled over and hugged her "dad's" leg tightly, explaining in a flattering manner:
"Then I'd say the car was bought by the man behind me, making them think that the mysterious big shot was very good to me, so they wouldn't dare to have the slightest conflict with me at the station..."

Am I really as vain as my own father says?

Huang Cancan's eyes were a little red, it was hard to tell whether it was because she had drunk too much and was emotionally unstable, or because she was worried about upsetting her owner.

When Chen heard the term "biological father," his serious expression almost faltered. He could only turn his head away and ask stiffly, "So you've been doing gigs lately? Your sore thighs and calves are from standing on stage for so long to host shows?"

"Hmm~"

The woman with trembling breasts responded softly, then added in a flattering tone, "If you don't like it, then I won't buy the car. Anyway, I've already confirmed that I'll host a program."

"Well……"

Chen clicked his tongue, thinking, "Damn, how am I supposed to evaluate this?"

This motivation is definitely somewhat vain; instead of relying on one's own abilities, one intends to depend on these external things in hopes of gaining more respect in the work environment.

Of course, this may be related to the female host's social circle.

However, this process of "vanity" is also very inspiring.

They actually saved money through their own efforts, and even specifically chose shopping malls in suburban areas like Conghua and Zengcheng, probably worried about being recognized by colleagues in the city. But the subway rides were enough to make one's head spin.

How much does one of these gigs cost?

Chen suddenly became curious.

“Those bosses in the suburbs are all ignorant. When they hear that I am a host on the city TV station, they throw money around like crazy. Sometimes I can make more than 2000 yuan per episode.”

Huang Cancan adjusted her position to make the hug more comfortable: "The down payment for a car isn't expensive these days. I have some savings, I can borrow some more from Meng Xuefang, and the rest can be covered by doing gigs."

"All right!"

Seeing that the "vain" woman with trembling breasts had calculated everything clearly, Chen didn't know what to say. He could only shrug and prepare to take off his shoes and sit down again.

It turned out that the woman with trembling breasts was hugging her thighs very tightly, so he could only smile wryly and say, "Then help me take them off."

Huang Cancan was stunned for a moment.

He then tilted his head back, gave her a provocative look, and reached out to undo Director Chen's belt.

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