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Su Qinghuan stared at the constantly flashing WeChat profile picture on her phone screen, a surge of indescribable irritation rising within her.

It was a portrait of a man wearing a bespoke suit, with his hair slicked back, holding a glass of red wine, and giving the camera a wicked smile.

The person whose profile picture is taken is named Wang Hao, the only son of the chairman of a listed real estate company in Shanghai.

Su Qinghuan met this person at a business dinner hosted by a television station.

At the time, Wang Hao, as a special guest, met Su Qinghuan, who was the host, for the first time at the banquet. He was immediately captivated by her beauty and began to pursue her intensely.

Sending flowers, bags, jewelry... Wang Hao handles these irresistible offers with ease.

But Su Qinghuan had no good feelings towards him from the very beginning.

She hated Wang Hao's innate arrogance, which made him look down on everyone else.

I hate the way he looks at people, with that scrutinizing and possessive gaze. I hate even more his self-righteous belief that everything in the world, including women, can be bought with money.

Therefore, Su Qinghuan always kept her distance from Wang Hao's pursuit, rejecting him time and time again in the most polite yet distant manner.

But for someone like Wang Hao, the word "refusal" simply doesn't exist in his dictionary.

In his view, Su Qinghuan's reserve was nothing more than a ploy to inflate her own value.

Therefore, his pursuit not only did not stop, but intensified.

He even used his father's connections to put pressure on the executives of Strawberry TV.

Although the station's leaders also disapproved of Wang Hao's behavior, they dared not easily offend Wang Hao's father, who was one of the station's biggest business partners.

As a result, the pressure was transferred to Su Qinghuan.

When her supervisor spoke with her, the implication was that he hoped she could "handle her personal relationships well" and not let her personal matters affect the station's business.

This made Su Qinghuan feel extremely disgusted and powerless.

She even considered quitting her job and leaving the industry.

But she was unwilling to give up.

She loves being a host, and she has put in so much effort and hard work to get to where she is today.

She didn't want to give up all her career and dreams for a boring rich kid.

Therefore, she could only choose the most helpless approach—to give a perfunctory response.

Neither accept nor refuse, neither take the initiative nor respond.

They hoped that by giving Wang Hao the cold shoulder, he would back down.

But she clearly underestimated Wang Hao's "perseverance".

For the past two months, Wang Hao has been sending me WeChat messages almost every day without fail.

From "good morning" to "good night," from warm greetings to various explicit hints and invitations, it never stopped.

Most of the time, Su Qinghuan chose to ignore it. Only when she was forced to would she reply with "busy" or "thank you".

And today, this message has come again.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her agitation, and opened WeChat.

[Wang Hao]: Qinghuan, are you busy? Why aren't you resting so late?

Su Qinghuan frowned and tapped rapidly on the screen.

[Su Qinghuan]: Yes, I'm working.

She replied with four words, concise and clear, hoping the other party would stop there.

However, the other party replied to the message almost instantly.

[Wang Hao]: Working again? Your station is really awful, why do you always make you do this kind of hard and tiring work? I watched your program called "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road," it's just running around in remote mountain villages every day, what's the point?

[Wang Hao]: Listen to me, Qinghuan, stop doing this. A fairy like you shouldn't be doing this kind of rough work that requires you to show your face in public. Come to me, and I guarantee you'll be a queen every day from now on.

Looking at the words on the screen that seemed so matter-of-fact and condescending, Su Qinghuan felt nauseous.

She resisted the urge to throw her phone away and replied again.

[Su Qinghuan]: Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wang. I really enjoy my job. I have to go now, I need to prepare for tomorrow's live stream, so I'm logging off.

After saying that, she locked her phone screen and threw it on the sofa, wanting to avoid seeing it altogether.

She walked to the window, pushed it open, and the evening breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees from the valley, blew in, calming her restless mood somewhat.

Looking at the dazzling lights outside the window, she wondered why there was such a big difference between the rich and poor in the world.

Wang Hao, relying on his father's influence, only knows how to squander and show off, like a buzzing fly, disgusting.

Wu You, that eight-year-old child, has already reached a height that ordinary people cannot reach, contemplating the inheritance of his family and the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both social status and overall situation).

One is a parasite that lives on the empire.

One was a monarch who founded his own empire.

The difference is like heaven and earth.

Su Qinghuan laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling that comparing Wang Hao to Wu You was simply an insult to Wu You.

She stopped thinking about these worries and refocused her attention on the work ahead.

Wu Jingzhi had informed her before he left.

On the morning of the day before Lunar New Year's Eve, which is the day after tomorrow, Wujia Village will hold an ancestral worship ceremony.

She and her team will have the opportunity to broadcast the entire ceremony live.

This news brought Su Qinghuan both unprecedented pressure and excitement.

She knew that this live broadcast would be the climax of the entire "The Flavor of the New Year on the Road" special program, and it would also be the most memorable moment in her career.

She absolutely cannot afford to make any mistakes.

She returned to the living room and saw that Lao Wang and Xiao Li had neatly arranged all the equipment on the floor and were doing the final checks and adjustments.

"How is it? Is everything alright with the equipment?" she asked.

"Don't worry, Qinghuan," Old Wang patted his chest confidently. "All the equipment has been checked, the batteries are all fully charged, and the signal receivers are all set to optimal condition. As long as they allow it, I can start broadcasting anytime."

"Me too, all my materials are backed up to three different hard drives, so they're absolutely safe," Xiao Li added.

"Okay." Su Qinghuan nodded. "Then let's get some rest early today. We still have a day tomorrow to familiarize ourselves with the village and find suitable camera positions for our live stream."

"Most importantly, get plenty of rest. The day after tomorrow will be a tough battle."

"Yes!" Old Wang and Little Li replied in unison.

The three of them went back to their rooms.

Su Qinghuan walked into her excessively large bedroom, took a hot shower, changed into a brand-new silk nightgown from the walk-in closet, and lay down on the soft, sink-in-your-mouth bed.

She thought she would have insomnia due to nervousness and excitement.

Unexpectedly, the moment my head touched the pillow, a wave of intense weariness washed over me.

The shock she experienced that day was simply too great.

Her body and mind had long since reached their limits.

Almost instantly, she fell into a deep sleep.

After she fell asleep, the screen of her phone, which she had left on the living room sofa, lit up again.

It was another message from Wang Hao.

[Wang Hao]: Qinghuan? Why aren't you replying? Are you angry?

[Wang Hao]: Okay, okay, I know you don't like me bringing up the matter of you resigning. I was wrong, alright?

[Wang Hao]: Which village do you work in? Send me the address, I'll come visit you tomorrow. I happen to be in Jiangcheng for some business these days, it shouldn't be too far.

[Wang Hao]: Say something? Are you asleep?

……

Messages kept coming in, but none of them received a response.

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