The President Made Me Trend

As the screen displayed Lu Yucheng and Mo Qinghuan exchanging a smile, with the program director adding romantic heart bubbles, Lu Xuan scoffed, “Lu Yucheng, just wait. I’ll make you experience the agony of a broken family. You’ll be begging at my feet soon enough!”

After the show aired, the company began receiving bouquets of roses and love letters daily. Mo Qinghuan, having been in the spotlight for a while, was used to such attention and didn’t pay it much mind.

However, soon the Lu family also started receiving bouquets every morning. Out of curiosity, Little Bun picked a few flowers to play with, accidentally dropping a handwritten letter from the bouquet. Lu Yucheng, who was nearby, picked it up and glanced at it. The letter was filled with heartfelt admiration for Mo Qinghuan and detailed how the sender watched every character she portrayed on TV with great interest.

Mo Qinghuan came downstairs in her casual home attire, looking effortlessly beautiful. Seeing Lu Yucheng reading a love letter meant for her, she chuckled and brought over two cups of coffee to the table, saying, “Ever since I debuted, there have been a few fanatics, but someone as persistent as this mystery person, sending flowers daily without revealing their identity, is quite rare.”

“Well, with your charm, it’s no wonder you still attract admirers even after marriage,” Lu Yucheng joked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

But Mo Qinghuan thought it unnecessary to be jealous over a stranger. She smiled softly, watching Little Bun play happily with the flowers, and replied, “They’re just fans, not suitors. Once the novelty wears off, these flowers and letters will stop.”

Mo Qinghuan had enough experience with such matters. After chatting for a while, it was time for Lu Yucheng to go to work. He kissed Mo Qinghuan’s forehead reluctantly before leaving with the driver.

The spacious villa was left with Mo Qinghuan, Little Bun, and the maids cleaning around. Feeling a bit bored, she remembered the scripts Huo-Jie had given her. She picked them up and skimmed through, finding most unappealing at first glance, except for one that captured her attention, leading her to read through most of it.

Just then, Huo-Jie called to ask about the scripts. “Qinghuan, how are the scripts I gave you the other day?”

“I’m reading them now,” Mo Qinghuan replied, sipping her coffee. “Honestly, these scripts aren’t the best. With your skills, I didn’t expect such a basic mistake. What’s going on?”

Huo-Jie had always handled script quality control, and Mo Qinghuan was surprised at the subpar selection.

Huo-Jie hesitated before admitting, “Indeed, they’re not the best. These were handed to me by company staff. But check the last one; I handpicked it for you. It’s in the red folder.”

Understanding the underlying message, Mo Qinghuan nodded, “Alright, I’ll look at it now.”

She delved into the script, and after reading a portion, she asked, “Huo-Jie, when does casting start? Is the audition date set?”

The storyline intrigued Mo Qinghuan.

Hearing her interest, Huo-Jie replied cheerfully, “I’ve spoken with the writer and director. They trust your acting skills, and since this is your first project after marriage, they believe in your influence. The lead role is reserved for you.”

Mo Qinghuan frowned slightly, “No audition? Huo-Jie, is this reliable?”

Despite her fame, Mo Qinghuan was skeptical about being offered a role without an audition.

Huo-Jie reassured her, “I’ve done my research. The director has a great track record with excellent works. He was impressed by your last performance and chose you instantly. The male lead is still undecided.”

With Huo-Jie and the company’s assurance, Mo Qinghuan felt relieved. She considered it and said, “Alright, since it’s the company’s arrangement, I won’t refuse. Let me know when it’s convenient to discuss the contract and send me the script.”

“Great,” Huo-Jie responded happily.

After hanging up, Mo Qinghuan still felt uneasy, her gaze lingering on the bouquet Little Bun was playing with. The letter’s signature, marked with an ‘X,’ seemed particularly unsettling.

That evening, Mo Qinghuan intended to tell Lu Yucheng about it, but he was exceptionally busy, often working late into the night. Not wanting to burden him further, she swallowed her words.

Sensing her unease, Lu Yucheng, despite his workload, made her a cup of honey water and brought it to her bedside. Inhaling her pleasant scent, he asked, “Qinghuan, is there something you want to tell me? You seem a bit off tonight.”

“It’s nothing, just trivial matters. You don’t need to worry,” Mo Qinghuan smiled, taking the honey water. Seeing Lu Yucheng’s tired face, she added with concern, “Is the company really busy lately? You’re often up late, and it’s not good for your health. I wish I could help more.”

Feeling inadequate in business matters, she often regretted not being able to assist him.

Unaware of her thoughts, Lu Yucheng felt a pang of heartache seeing her like this. He forced a smile and said, “As long as you’re by my side, that’s the greatest help. You’re my pillar of strength, Qinghuan.”