The President Made Me Trend

Despite his words, Lu Yucheng’s lack of energy was evident. Mo Qinghuan couldn’t bear to see him so downcast. She remembered that evening when Huo-Jie called about a variety show that wanted to invite them as a couple.

Ever since Mo Qinghuan officially became Mrs. Lu, many people were curious about their married life, and there were numerous invitations from variety shows, all of which she had declined.

But this time, she thought it was a good opportunity, so she said, “There’s a variety show inviting us as a couple. I think it might be a good chance for you to relax. How about it?”

Mo Qinghuan had heard that the show was mainly about having fun, with couples sharing sweet stories from their dating days. It seemed like the perfect way for Lu Yucheng to lighten his mood.

However, Lu Yucheng, who had never appeared in front of the camera, was worried he might not adapt well and cause trouble for Mo Qinghuan. So he declined, “Qinghuan, I know you mean well, but I don’t think I’m suited for being in front of the camera. Why don’t you go and enjoy yourself?”

“But it’s a couples’ show, and everyone knows we’re married. Do you want me to pair up with another man? I don’t mind, but are you sure you won’t get jealous?”

Mo Qinghuan cleverly used Lu Yucheng’s weakness-his tendency to get jealous-to provoke him. Seeing the hesitation in his eyes, she knew she was halfway to success. She continued to embellish, “You know, I’m quite popular now. If I wanted to find another partner, I’m sure many handsome young men would be eager to join me.”

“That’s not happening.” Lu Yucheng was indeed a bit jealous. The thought of Mo Qinghuan pairing up with another man for the show was unsettling. He wrapped his arms around her, childishly declaring, “You’re my wife, Lu Yucheng’s wife. Anyone who dares to get close to you will have to deal with me.”

“I can’t help it. Since our marriage, I haven’t worked, and rumors about our unhappy marriage and your domineering nature are spreading. Yucheng, we need to clear things up publicly. I think this show is the best opportunity. Don’t you agree?”

The rumors in Showbiz were relentless. Since Mo Qinghuan’s car crash at the last award ceremony, the media had been speculating wildly about the cause. The most popular theory was that after marrying into the Lu family, Lu Yucheng forced Mo Qinghuan to stay out of the public eye, leading to her mental distress and the car crash.

Those in the know were aware these rumors were false, but the audience was clueless, spreading the gossip further. This was a hassle not only for Mo Qinghuan but also for Lu Yucheng and the entire Lu family. So, Mo Qinghuan thought it was a good chance to dispel the rumors while helping Lu Yucheng relax.

Lu Yucheng was persuaded by Mo Qinghuan’s clever reasoning. Seeing her good intentions, he couldn’t stubbornly refuse. Moreover, if participating in the show could silence the rumors, why not?

Nodding, Lu Yucheng looked at her with affection and said, “Alright, Qinghuan. Since we’re married, not only do you need to adapt to my life, but I also need to respect your career. If this show is necessary, I’ll join you.”

“Thank you, Yucheng.” Nestled in his embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, Mo Qinghuan felt like a cherished child.

As they shared a tender moment, Little Bun, tired of playing alone, toddled over. He pushed his toy into Lu Yucheng’s arms and, as if jealous, leaned against Mo Qinghuan, pouting, “Sister, do you like Brother more than Little Bun now?”

“How could that be? Little Bun, you’re such a silly child. How could I not like you?” Mo Qinghuan was surprised that Little Bun, despite his young age, had already learned to be jealous. Was he mimicking Lu Yucheng?

Lu Yucheng put the toy aside and picked up Little Bun, feeling much better, thanks to Mo Qinghuan’s efforts.

Unlike his usual gentle tone with Little Bun, Lu Yucheng’s voice carried a hint of seriousness, as if trying to instill the right values, “Bun, first of all, Brother and Sister are a couple. It’s natural for Sister to like Brother. Secondly, Brother and Sister will always love Little Bun, so don’t feel sad. You also need to give us some time alone, okay?”

“Brother, you’re so mean. Little Bun doesn’t like this Brother.” The little guy, not used to Lu Yucheng’s sternness, pouted, tears welling up in his eyes, looking pitiful.

Seeing this, Lu Yucheng was at a loss. Thankfully, Mo Qinghuan cleverly took Little Bun into her arms and said with a smile, “This little guy is such a clever one. I’ll stay and play with him. You go upstairs and take a shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Alright.” Lu Yucheng reluctantly went upstairs, feeling a bit wronged. He was the one who first bonded with Little Bun, yet now he was the one left out. Was the world really so fickle, even with children?

Funnily enough, as soon as Lu Yucheng went upstairs, Little Bun’s tears vanished instantly. Mo Qinghuan, amused, asked, “Little Bun, who taught you to use tears to get your way?”

“No one taught me. I saw it on TV.” The little guy blinked at Mo Qinghuan and whispered in her ear, “Sister, promise not to tell Brother, okay? Little Bun understands a lot, but Brother always treats me like a child. I’m already six, you know.”

Using his small hands to indicate his age, Mo Qinghuan was both amused and exasperated. This little guy was only six, yet he had successfully tricked both her and Lu Yucheng with his act. What would he be like at eighteen?

“Alright, Sister will keep this a secret from Brother. But in return, Little Bun must promise Sister something too. That’s only fair, right?” Before Little Bun could fully master his trick, Mo Qinghuan decided to teach him the importance of honesty and not exploiting others’ kindness and affection. She hoped he would grow up with a pure heart.