The President Made Me Trend

Lu Yucheng couldn’t afford to keep guessing, fearing that his secret teachings to Little Bun might be misunderstood by Mo Qinghuan. He quickly set down the shopping bags and hurried to the sofa, apologizing softly, “I just expressed a slightly different opinion, but I definitely didn’t think everything you said was wrong. Qinghuan, don’t be upset, give me a chance to explain, okay?”

“Marriage experts say that after a couple gets married, they become one, sharing thoughts and actions. But it seems Mr. Lu hasn’t changed after marriage, perhaps because he doesn’t truly see me as his wife?”

Mo Qinghuan held back her laughter, continuing to tease him, watching Lu Yucheng’s anxious expression with amusement.

Unaware of her playful scheme, Lu Yucheng noticed that Mo Qinghuan’s lips didn’t even twitch upwards during her speech, realizing the gravity of the situation. His voice became even softer as he responded:

“Qinghuan, you’ve always been the one I cherish most. I admit my mistake, and I promise I won’t keep anything from you or tell Little Bun nonsense anymore, okay? I know you’re also thinking of Little Bun’s best interests.”

“Do you really know you were wrong?” Mo Qinghuan looked at him with a hint of doubt, clearly wanting a more firm assurance.

Little Bun, the adorable ‘culprit,’ giggled and clapped his hands, delighted to see Lu Yucheng lowering himself to appease Mo Qinghuan.

“Shh, Little Bun, be good. Brother is admitting his mistake to Sister, don’t make trouble,” Lu Yucheng said, torn between the angry Mo Qinghuan and the mischievous Little Bun. He blinked innocently at her and continued:

“My dear wife, please don’t scold me anymore. Look, even Little Bun is about to laugh at me. I promise I won’t dare do it again, okay?”

“Hahaha.” Watching Lu Yucheng act pitiful to gain sympathy, Mo Qinghuan finally couldn’t help but laugh, revealing her playful scheme from the start. He immediately realized and began tickling her, saying:

“You little rascal, pretending to be angry and making me worry. You must be very pleased with yourself. Now it’s my turn to teach you a lesson.”

Mo Qinghuan pleaded for mercy, while Little Bun clapped and laughed, saying, “Sister lost, Sister lost, hehe, Brother, don’t bully Sister.”

The harmonious scene was filled with happiness. After a playful tussle, the two gradually grew tired, with Mo Qinghuan lying in Lu Yucheng’s arms, breathless but with a sweet smile on her lips.

Lu Yucheng explained earnestly, “Dear, I really didn’t mean to teach Little Bun behind your back. I just think he’s still too young to fully understand the world. I want him to continue enjoying all the beauty life has to offer. As for the harsh realities, we can teach him slowly as he grows older. What do you think?”

“Yes, I’m just worried about him being bullied. Little Bun is a good kid, but we can’t always be there to protect him. One day, he’ll have to rely on his own abilities to survive in this world.”

Both Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan had good intentions. They hoped, more than anyone else, that Little Bun would succeed, just like all parents do.

As the sun set, Little Bun ran and played with new friends, while Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan stood hand in hand under the sunset. The two of them, a perfect match, created a beautiful scene that no one else could enhance.

“Could you be Miss Mo Qinghuan? The famous Chinese actress?” Someone recognized Mo Qinghuan, a common occurrence that had become routine.

Mo Qinghuan smiled politely, her exquisite face still stunning even without makeup. “Yes.”

“Oh my, the rumors are true. You really came to the Maldives for your honeymoon after marrying Lu Yucheng.” The fan exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise, but her eyes and bouncing body couldn’t hide her excitement at meeting the star in person.

After asking for a few autographs, the fan reluctantly left. Once she was gone, Lu Yucheng, feeling a bit jealous, said, “Dear, female fans are fine, but if any male fans try to approach you, I won’t let them off easily.”

Jealousy was in Lu Yucheng’s nature. To him, Mo Qinghuan was his wife, and no other man had the right to intrude. Whether back home or during their honeymoon, any man attempting to get close to Mo Qinghuan was automatically considered an enemy.

“That’s not fair. Fans are something I’ve accumulated over time. If you scare them away, you’ll have to compensate me for the loss.”

Mo Qinghuan chuckled, knowing Lu Yucheng’s worry was unnecessary. When she decided to marry him, she was prepared to devote herself entirely to him, ignoring all temptations. How could she accept advances from other men?

“Alright, then I’ll spend every moment of my remaining time making it up to you.” The two embraced, and Lu Yucheng lowered his head to kiss Mo Qinghuan’s lips, tender yet assertive, drawing Mo Qinghuan into the kiss, unable to resist.

Since that night of drunkenness, when her agent suggested she should curry favor with Mo Qinghuan to secure her career, Shen Meng had locked herself in her room for two days. No matter who knocked, she wouldn’t open the door. Curled up in a corner, she looked disheveled, with dark circles making her resemble a defeated person.

Ring ring ring.

Her agent called, sounding impatient, “Shen Meng-Jie, have you made up your mind? You should quickly beg Mo Qinghuan for mercy. Your financial situation isn’t looking good, and you know that better than I do, don’t you?”

“Bow down to her? Dream on!” Shen Meng spat the words through gritted teeth, her gaze fierce as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, finding it somewhat laughable.

Hearing this, her agent sighed, “I advise you to think it over, Shen Meng-Jie. It’s not just about your reputation; it also affects the company’s interests. If the company loses patience with you, it’ll be very difficult for you to make a comeback.”

Frustrated, Shen Meng tossed the phone aside, sneering, “Mo Qinghuan, even if I have to sell myself, I’ll never bow to you. Do you really think you’ve won? As long as I grit my teeth and spend a night with someone, I can still get the lead role and rise again!”

She took a refreshing shower, donned a revealing and sexy dress, and applied heavy makeup in front of the mirror, styling her hair seductively. She was no longer the pure girl she was at the start of her career, but a woman willing to do whatever it takes for her career!

She entered the hotel room, seeing the director, who had already showered and was impatiently waiting, smoking with his legs crossed. Her red lips curled into a flirtatious smile.