Quan Jiu sat up with a turn, but before she could speak, Chu Rong said first, "No matter what, let's keep it from Grandpa for now. If he finds out, he'll be very sad."
Quan Jiu glared, but kept her voice down, "Grandpa doesn't know if we slept together either."
"How could he not know? With so many servants in the house, if the young master and young madam sleep in separate rooms, it will be known to everyone by tomorrow morning." Chu Rong took his pajamas and walked straight to the bathroom.
Quan Jiu was speechless and rushed into the bathroom. As soon as she pushed the door open, she saw a man wearing only boxer briefs, looking at her with some surprise.
Quan Jiu's face instantly turned red, and she muttered in embarrassment, "You move faster than lightning."
A hint of mischief flashed in Chu Rong's eyes. He leaned lazily against the washbasin, slowly took off his glasses, and said something that shocked everyone, "If you want to wash together, I wouldn't mind."
"Wash your big head!" Quan Jiu slammed the door and left.
Back in the room, looking at the one-meter-eight bed, and considering the logic of what the other person had just said, Quan Jiu thought for a while and came up with an idea. She took out two sets of spare quilts from the closet, spread one on the floor, and covered herself with the other, intending to sleep on the floor.
Chu Rong came out of the bathroom and saw that the bed was empty. His gaze shifted, and he noticed the floor by the door. The corner of his lips curled up, he hung the towel around his neck, and walked over slowly.
Just as Quan Jiu felt footsteps approaching and was about to turn around, she heard a gentle voice ring in her ear, and then she was lifted into the air.
"It's cold on the floor, sleep on the bed. I won't touch you."
Quan Jiu let out a soft cry, her brows furrowed tightly, "This is not touching? Who allowed you to pick me up? Put me down."
Chu Rong seemed not to hear her and carried Quan Jiu to the bed. Then he picked up the two quilts from the floor, covered himself with one, and rolled the other into a cylinder, placing it in the middle. He looked at Quan Jiu, as if asking, "Is this okay?"
Quan Jiu glared at him angrily, turned around, and went into the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out again, Chu Rong was leaning against the headboard reading a book. There was a "demarcation line" in the middle, and the one-meter-eight bed was still quite spacious.
Quan Jiu hesitated for a moment before sitting down at the dressing table.
Seeing her usual skincare products on the dressing table, all new, Quan Jiu felt touched again. This must have been prepared by her mother.
After her skincare routine and blow-drying her hair, Quan Jiu dawdled for over forty minutes before slowly making her way to the edge of the bed. She then lay on her side, facing away from Chu Rong, pulled the quilt over herself, and covered herself completely.
For Grandpa's sake, she would endure this.
However, the quilt over her head was soon lifted.
"Sleeping with your head covered affects your breathing," Chu Rong said softly.
Quan Jiu pouted unhappily and pulled the quilt up a bit more, leaving her nose exposed.
The bedside lamp cast a soft light on Chu Rong. He opened his phone and instructed Wang Xiao, "For the next week, Tianyu will cancel all online promotional activities and push hot searches for Chuxin Culture."
Although it was past eleven o'clock, Wang Xiao, with his high level of dedication, quickly replied and promptly contacted Chang Chao, the person in charge of Tianyu.
"Manager Chang, President Chu has instructed that starting tomorrow, for the next week, all of Tianyu's online promotional activities will be canceled, and Chuxin Culture will be promoted."
Chang Chao was stunned. Publicity and promotion were very important for entertainment companies. Occupying hot searches meant occupying various resources, especially for a large entertainment company like Tianyu. If they were not exposed for a week, people might think Tianyu was going to collapse.
He asked in confusion, "Is Chuxin Culture also a subsidiary of Chu Group?"
Wang Xiao couldn't directly say that the boss was making way for the boss's wife, so he could only vaguely say, "It has some relationship with Chu Group."
Industry matrix? Chang Chao was puzzled but asked no further questions.
As the boss's personal assistant, Wang Xiao immediately notified the publicity and marketing department after hanging up the phone to cancel the promotional arrangements for the next week and to build momentum for Chuxin Culture.
...
After putting down his phone, Chu Rong did not lie down directly. Instead, he pulled Quan Jiu towards the center of the bed through the quilt.
Quan Jiu was so startled that she almost screamed. She suppressed a cry and tightened her grip on the quilt, turning back angrily, "What are you doing?"
Chu Rong smiled gently, tucked in all four corners of her quilt, and then said, "You're sleeping too close to the edge, you might fall off the bed."
"I sleep well, no need to worry."
Quan Jiu huffed angrily and was about to move outwards when the other person shamelessly crossed the "demarcation line," his handsome face pressing down without warning.
Quan Jiu cried out in surprise and tried to push him away, but the quilt was pressed down on all sides, wrapping her up tightly. She couldn't pull her hands out for a while.
As their breaths grew closer, Quan Jiu turned her head away in shame and indignation, "You said you wouldn't touch me."
Chu Rong's breath, carrying a faint fragrance, wafted into Quan Jiu's ear, his voice laced with amusement, a murmur full of seduction, "A man's mouth is a lying ghost."
"You..." Quan Jiu was so angry that her eyes turned red, her beautiful eyes glistening with moisture, staring at Chu Rong. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Chu Rong's smile widened, his magnetic voice like a beautiful and lazy melody in the midnight hour, "When you look at me like this, it's hard for me to guarantee I won't break the rules."
Just as Quan Jiu was about to explode, a light, feather-like kiss landed on her forehead, fleetingly.
"Goodnight." Chu Rong retreated, lay on his side, and quietly watched Quan Jiu.
Quan Jiu's face felt hot. She turned over and commanded unhappily, "Turn off the light."
"Click~" The bedside lamp was turned off, and the room fell into silence.
...
Li Dong had not slept almost all night due to the resignation and the rebound in viewership. He finally managed to get through to seven in the morning and checked the mobile backend data, only to be jolted awake.
The viewership rating for this episode of "Historical Talk" had broken 29%.
He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked again and again before finally accepting the reality.
The highest viewership rating for "Historical Talk" was 20%, and the highest viewership rating for the TV station was 26%. But this episode, twelve hours after it aired, had exceeded the station's historical highest viewership rating.
Goosebumps rose all over Li Dong's body. He hurriedly opened the work group chat, and as expected, the group was already in an uproar, everyone cheering.
"Han Zhao has gone viral across the entire network, and our show's viewership has also reached an unbelievable height. Director Chen has a keen eye."
"Director Chen, please make Han Zhao a regular guest."
"I almost wanted to resign, but thankfully I stopped in time."
Discussions messages flooded in one after another, some of them being pushed away before he could even read them.
Li Dong slumped onto the bed, scratching his head in frustration. How could this happen, how could this happen?
Meanwhile, Chen Fei, who was tagged in the screen, fell into thought after seeing the message "Please make Han Zhao a regular guest."
Currently, "Historical Talk" had three regular guests, all of whom were respected experts and masters. Coincidentally, one of them, due to his advanced age and the expiration of his contract, was preparing to withdraw.
Indeed, a regular guest spot could be vacated.