Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Chapter 117 Victory Celebration Banquet

"You've come at the perfect time! Come on, let's take a group photo first!" Xu Haoran greeted the two who had just arrived.

The two followed him inside.

Jiang Yiting turned her head to look at him: "Brother Haoran, the title of 'Unofficial Chief Publicity Officer' is so formal, is there a salary?"

"Salary—" Xu Haoran glanced at Chen Bainian, deliberately drawing out his words, "Ask Old Chen, it's not my responsibility. But there's plenty of food, tonight's is included!"

Chen Bainian stood to the side, a slight smile playing on his lips, but said nothing.

But Jiang Yiting could feel that his gaze was always on her.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private room, the thirty or so people who originally planned to take a group photo stood in two or three rows.

The middle seat in the first row was left empty by everyone.

"The unofficial chief can stand in the center." Xu Haoran smiled and led the two to an empty seat.

Chen Bainian and Jiang Yiting exchanged a glance, smiled, and without refusing, stood inside side by side.

A friendly murmur arose from the surroundings.

It's very light.

But at this moment, everyone, whether they already knew about the relationship between the two or were only speculating, had confirmed it.

The administrative colleague handed the camera to a waiter at Rongfu and whispered, "Please take a few more pictures, thank you."

After saying that, she hurriedly ran back to stand next to the team.

The waiter picked up his camera and directed, "Everyone move closer to the center—okay, three, two, one, cheese!"

Several camera shutter clicks rang out in succession.

The image freezes.

The administrative colleague jogged back, carefully reviewed the photos, thanked everyone, and gave an OK sign: "All done."

The crowd then dispersed and gradually returned to their seats.

The team members arrived relatively early, and many coats were already draped over the backs of the two large round tables and chairs that could seat 18 people.

Jiang Yiting and Chen Bainian walked to the table further inside, where Xu Haoran clearly arranged for them to sit: "You two sit here."

Chen Bainian sat in the main seat, Xu Haoran sat to his left, and Jiang Yiting was seated to his right.

To the right was a female colleague from HR, who seemed quite friendly and smiled at Jiang Yiting.

Chen Bainian glanced at the seat and naturally reached out to pull out a chair for her.

Jiang Yiting sat down and casually took off her trench coat, draping it over the back of the chair.

The colleague next to them glanced at the two of them for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Several plates of exquisite cold dishes were already laid out on the table.

As everyone arrived and sat down at the table, waiters came and went, bringing out hot dishes with Zhang'an flavor one after another, and the aroma of food gradually filled the private room.

Xu Haoran pushed a bottle of champagne, still corked, in front of Chen Bainian; the gold foil reflected the light.

"Old Chen, you've only been gone a short while this afternoon and sales have already surpassed one million." Xu Haoran pushed the bottle of wine towards him again. "Give everyone a few words, just as an opening remark."

Chen Bainian glanced at the bottle of wine.

Jiang Yiting's gaze followed.

She had seen him drink.

Last time at the karaoke bar, after just one bottle of wine, he collapsed on the sofa and couldn't be woken up no matter how much he was called.

Jiang Yiting tilted her head towards him, her voice low so only he could hear: "If you can't drink, then drink less. I don't want to take care of another drunkard."

These words sound like a complaint, but the deep concern in them is impossible to hide.

Chen Bainian turned his head to meet her gaze, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and he softly replied, "Mm."

He tore off the gold foil, removed the wire mesh cover, pressed the stopper, turned the bottle, and then stood up.

"Everyone has worked hard these past few days." Chen Bainian's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the private room quieted down. "I just received the data: on the third day after our game 'Potato Survivor' was released, sales officially surpassed one million!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave a gentle push with his thumb.

With a crisp "bang," the champagne cork popped out, accompanied by a puff of white steam.

Cheers erupted instantly inside the private room.

Chen Bainian poured himself a glass of the bubbling liquor, raised it, and said, "This glass is for everyone!"

Xu Haoran immediately chimed in: "A toast also to our unofficial chief publicist! Without Brother Lou from 'Digging to Rise'..."

"With the support that began back then, we might not be where we are today!"

Jiang Yiting stood up with a smile, raising her glass: "Then I'll shamelessly accept. I wish Changshou Games continued success, and that your next game will be another blockbuster. Please keep contacting me!"

Everyone stood up as well, and the glasses of those nearby clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Yiting took a small sip and sat down.

She glanced at Chen Bainian, a flush of alcohol already rising to his cheeks, and his ears were also tinged with color.

This person is really something—

Just this small bite, and it's all over my face —

The vegetables are still being served one after another.

The waiter brought over a large plate and announced the dish: "Shrimp and Bean Noodles —"

Jiang Yiting's ears twitched.

She knows this dish.

On the way there, Chen Bainian introduced her to several of Rongfu's signature dishes.

One of the dishes is this, which has a unique flavor from his hometown of Zhang'an.

Jiang Yiting glanced at the dish; the brown broth soaked the soft, sticky bean noodles and garlic, and was garnished with some bamboo shoots and scallions, steaming hot.

With soup and staple food, it's perfect for sobering up.

She reached out and took Chen Bainian's bowl, scooped out a spoonful, and filled the bowl more than halfway with soup and noodles, then placed it in front of him: "Have something to eat."

Chen Bainian looked down at the bowl, then turned to look at her.

Jiang Yiting didn't look at him, and was picking up a piece of other food for herself with her chopsticks, her expression looking quite natural.

He smiled slightly and softly replied, "Okay."

The warm broth slid into my stomach, carrying the unique savory aroma of garlic, while the soft and glutinous bean noodles perfectly filled the slight discomfort I felt in my stomach after that sip of wine.

A warm feeling slowly spread from my stomach.

the other side.

Cheng Zhixing sat diagonally opposite, observing silently.

Seeing Lou Ge ladling soup for his eldest son, he kicked Li Langxing, who was eating, under the table.

"What are you doing?" Li Langxing looked up in confusion.

Cheng Zhixing pointed in that direction with his chin: "Brother Lou is ladling soup for the boss."

Li Langxing then snapped out of his reverie about the important matter at hand and looked over at the food at the Rong residence.

It's a pity that Jiang Yiting's act of scooping soup had already passed.

At that moment, Chen Bainian was drinking soup with his head down, while Jiang Yiting was picking up food for herself.

There was a fist's width between them, and there were no intimate gestures, but it just felt like—

"Their clothes," Cheng Zhixing said in a low voice, "when they take off their jackets, they look like they're wearing matching outfits."

Li Langxing looked at it carefully again.

The navy blue shirt and the dark blue shirt are indeed similar in color, and under this warm yellow light, they both have a subtle sheen.

These two sitting together look perfectly matched.

"Boss's face is red." Li Langxing observed for a while longer. "It seems like he only took a small sip just now, and there were so many bubbles, and it's already on his face."

Cheng Zhixing nodded, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He turned to look at Li Langxing, and coincidentally, Li Langxing was also turning to look at him.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement.

"Shall we go and offer a toast later?" Li Langxing suggested in a low voice.

Cheng Zhixing thought for a moment, glanced to the side, then at the two people genuinely chatting, and whispered, "Let's be mindful of our boundaries. Shall we go in groups?"

"OK.

"

The two exchanged a glance and then went their separate ways.