The President Made Me Trend

The recording finally wrapped up, and Lu Yucheng thoughtfully draped a coat over Mo Qinghuan’s shoulders. After a day of filming, the staff came to realize that he had a gentle and gentlemanly side. The female host was especially envious of Mo Qinghuan for marrying such a perfect husband.

On the ride home, Lu Yucheng’s face no longer bore the gloom of the past few days. Mo Qinghuan’s goal was achieved; she had successfully helped him regain his spirits.

“The director of the show called to say that this episode will air this Saturday evening. Qinghuan, if you and Mr. Lu have time, be sure to watch it,” Huo-Jie said after hanging up the call from the director, informing them of the variety show’s broadcast time.

However, Lu Yucheng seemed a bit hesitant. He asked uncertainly, “Did I do okay? Was my facial expression too stiff?”

“You were so perfect that the female host was practically drooling,” Mo Qinghuan replied, not exaggerating in the least. Once people saw a different side of Lu Yucheng’s personality, he became even more popular among women. Mo Qinghuan had noticed the female host blushing and staring at Lu Yucheng several times, needing her assistant to bring ice water to cool down.

Huo-Jie and Xiaoxue exchanged knowing glances, unable to resist teasing. They had been with Mo Qinghuan for years, and it was the first time they saw her getting jealous over a man. It seemed that even the most aloof goddess could lose her composure when faced with love.

“Even if every woman in the world adores me, my eyes are only for you,” Lu Yucheng declared unabashedly, sweet-talking in front of Huo-Jie and the others. Despite being married for some time, the couple remained as affectionate as ever, their love enviably sweet.

Huo-Jie watched the loving couple and couldn’t help but roll her eyes discreetly. It was as if love just fell into their laps, but she felt gratified that Mo Qinghuan had found a man who cherished her.

The weekend arrived quickly. At eight in the evening, Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan, like high school sweethearts, sat with snacks and popcorn, eagerly tuning the TV to the channel airing the variety show. Naturally, they weren’t the only ones curious about their performance; even the maids of the Lu family lingered in the hall, waiting for the show to start.

“Older sister?” Little Bun, rubbing his sleepy eyes, approached the sofa.

“Little Bun? Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Mo Qinghuan was unaware that this was all part of Lu Yucheng’s little scheme. Earlier in the day, he had secretly told Little Bun about the interesting show airing tonight and set his alarm clock for eight, prompting the little one to come downstairs.

Mo Qinghuan intended to coax him back to sleep, but Lu Yucheng, feeling a bit smug, winked at Little Bun and said, “Kindergarten starts late anyway. Let him sleep in tomorrow and catch up on rest.”

“Yeah, older sister, Little Bun wants to see you and brother on TV too,” Little Bun chimed in, looking reluctant. With both the grown man and the little one in agreement, Mo Qinghuan had no choice.

However, noticing the odd glances exchanged between Lu Yucheng and Little Bun, she suddenly realized something. “Yucheng, did you and Little Bun team up to trick me?”

“How could I? When have I ever lied to you?” Lu Yucheng feigned innocence.

But Little Bun, being the pure-hearted child he was, blurted out before Mo Qinghuan could ask, “It was brother who told Little Bun to wake up for the show. Little Bun didn’t mean to, older sister.”

With the truth out, there was no point in Lu Yucheng denying it. The maids watched with amused expressions, anticipating Mo Qinghuan’s reaction. But just then, the variety show began airing. Lu Yucheng seized the moment, pulling her close and saying, “Look, Qinghuan, who would’ve thought I’d look so handsome on camera? And you, you’re like a goddess descended to earth.”

With his relentless flattery and feigned innocence, Lu Yucheng managed to get by. Mo Qinghuan decided not to press the issue of waking Little Bun. Watching the TV screen where they answered questions and played games, she couldn’t help but smile.

Seeing her smile, Lu Yucheng knew he had successfully navigated the situation, breathing a sigh of relief. Little Bun pointed at the screen, where Lu Yucheng was carrying Mo Qinghuan princess-style in a game, clapping and jumping with joy.

The show was widely covered by domestic media, dispelling rumors about Mo Qinghuan’s marriage into a wealthy family. People also discovered that the usually aloof Lu Yucheng could appear shy on camera, which only added to his charm.

Online, people left comments like:

“What a loving couple, the perfect example of marrying for love.”

“I’ve seen many celebrity couples on shows, but they often seem staged. Rarely do you see such genuine and down-to-earth celebrities.”

“Mr. Lu is even more handsome than in newspapers and on TV. Mo Qinghuan is truly lucky to have found such an outstanding husband. I’m so envious.”

These comments were compiled by the media for a special report. Thanks to the show’s influence, Mo Qinghuan’s popularity soared to new heights, and Lu Yucheng was hailed as the perfect husband.

Those who had distanced themselves from Mo Qinghuan due to past scandals now scrambled to get her new number, calling to congratulate her. The phone rang incessantly for days, disrupting their family life, so Mo Qinghuan eventually turned it off.

In her most helpless moments, those who had abandoned her would never be considered friends again. She had no interest in responding to those calls.

Huo-Jie visited, mentioning that since the couple’s affectionate moments aired, more variety shows wanted to invite them. But Mo Qinghuan smiled faintly and replied, “I think Yucheng is fully recharged now and doesn’t need to unwind in front of the media anymore. Huo-Jie, please decline for us.”

This was not only Mo Qinghuan’s decision but also Lu Yucheng’s. He had already taken an unprecedented day off for the recording, and the company likely had a backlog of work awaiting him. There was no time for more variety show appearances.

“Though it’s a bit of a shame, it’s your and Mr. Lu’s choice,” Huo-Jie said. “But you’ve been resting since the wedding. There are some offers and scripts that look promising. Would you consider returning to work? Of course, if you’re not interested, I won’t pressure you.”

Before leaving, Huo-Jie left Mo Qinghuan several scripts to consider. On the sofa, Mo Qinghuan stretched and chuckled wryly. Yes, she had rested long enough. If she didn’t start filming soon, she might truly become lazy.

Meanwhile, in a high-end hotel downtown, Lu Xuan watched the couple’s variety show appearance. In a fit of rage, he smashed a wine glass on the floor, his expression dark and menacing.