President Gu Can Be Sarcastic Too (continued)

Wen Feiran stretched, wrapped herself in the blanket, and lay back down on the bed, preparing to take a nap.

He signed a contract with the production team to record the final episode, and he also had to agree if the production company wanted to invite him to be their spokesperson.

With so many guests participating in the recording, the brands would definitely choose the one with the most traffic and buzz. Before this, Wen Feiran was very self-aware, thinking that he would be the most ordinary person and no brand would invite him. Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned, and three brands contacted him in a row. The assistant director knew that he didn't have an agent, so he kindly helped him handle the relevant matters and finally chose a partner with a reasonable price and a good reputation.

The shoot was scheduled for the afternoon, and Wen Feiran was very nervous. She repeatedly said that she had no relevant experience. The brand was very easy to communicate with, saying that they would take care of the professional matters and provide Wen Feiran with one-on-one guidance.

Having said all that, Wen Feiran had no choice but to accept his fate. After lunch, he covered himself up completely and took a taxi to the filming location.

He had already contacted the staff on the bus, and after getting off, he immediately spotted the boy in the crowd who was wearing a name tag and looking around with his phone in hand. He walked over to him.

The boy completely ignored him. Wen Feiran stood in front of him for half a minute before finally greeting him helplessly, "Hello, I'm Wen Feiran."

The boy heard the sound, turned his head blankly, and looked incredulous.

Wen Feiran looked down at herself, puzzled.

He was dressed entirely in understated black, choosing soft, loose-fitting, and comfortable clothing, but without any sense of style. In Su Shangting's words, he looked like a black trash can.

Wen Feiran forced a smile and said apologetically, "The clothes I just picked out aren't very nice."

The staff member shook his head repeatedly, "I didn't mean that, sir, it's not Mr. Wen. You'd look good even in a burlap sack. I've just never seen a celebrity arrive in a taxi before."

Wen Feiran smiled. "I can't drive."

Staff member. "That's not what I meant."

Wen Feiran's popularity soared, his fan base exploded, and he practically lived on the trending topics. Even popular young idols had to avoid his limelight. His future seemed bright, but no one could have imagined that he still considered himself an ordinary person, without a signed agency or any future plans, only thinking about retiring from the entertainment industry after filming the variety show.

The staff member glanced behind him and asked, puzzled, "Where are your agent and assistant?"

Wen Feiran shook her head. "It's just me."

The staff member looked utterly bewildered; the weight of it nearly bent his shoulder.

"Then let's go in first." The staff member gestured for us to go in.

This is the largest film studio in the area, capable of accommodating three parties filming simultaneously. A staff member proactively introduced, "Song Lindi is also filming some additional scenes today. Would you like to go and say hello to him?"

Wen Feiran paused, "Is it still Gu Corporation's advertisement?"

The staff member nodded.

Wen Feiran hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. The staff, oblivious to his unease, continued, "However, President Gu didn't come this time."

He sighed regretfully, and Wen Feiran unconsciously showed the same expression.

Wen Feiran watched the people coming and going, worried that going over there without permission would disrupt Song Lindi's plans. Furthermore, he subconsciously avoided greeting them, so he shook his head, "No need."

Before he finished speaking, Song Lindi, holding a coffee, walked over to Wen Feiran.

Wen Feiran immediately switched into social mode, smiled, and her brain raced, trying to come up with a suitable opening line.

Song Lindi took complete control of the conversation.

"Feiran, I was just wondering what time you'd be arriving." Song Lindi handed him the coffee. "It's to reduce swelling before the shoot."

Wen Feiran nodded and thanked him.

Song Lindi walked intimately beside him, complaining softly, "I saw the final live stream. Feiran, you're so mean! You schemed against us like that, and so many people online are making a fuss, demanding the director show our reaction when we found out the truth. Humph, you're making fun of me!"

Wen Feiran smiled sheepishly, "I had no choice; it's my position, I have to do this."

Song Lindi laughed, "Looks like I'm the smartest one. I was the only one who suspected you, but I couldn't find any evidence, which is why I was eliminated."

They had a bit of a falling out at the time, but after Song Lindi said those words, the two of them reconciled.

Song Lindi has a high EQ; she acted like the two were longtime friends, and they could joke around about anything.

Just as Wen Feiran was about to reply, a man in a suit walked over and treated Song Lindi with great intimacy, "Lindi, everything is ready."

Song Lindi nodded and smiled at Wen Feiran, saying, "Let me introduce you. This is Brother Li, who is mainly in charge of advertising shooting and marketing."

The man in the suit exchanged a few pleasantries with Wen Feiran and handed her his business card.

Wen Feiran glanced at him and guessed that he was a high-ranking member of the Gu Corporation, so she greeted him respectfully.

The man in the suit spoke to Song Lindi with more politeness and respect, and even tried to get closer to her, saying, "Lindi, please give my regards to the old man. I'll pay him a visit in person once I'm done with this busy period."

Song Lindi waved her hand, "It's okay, Grandpa knows you're busy. He told me to cooperate well today. Grandpa's really something, he doesn't trust my professionalism."

Wen Feiran couldn't get a word in edgewise, standing quietly to the side without complaining about being ignored. Song Lindi glanced at him and said with a smile, "Feiran, I'm going inside. We'll talk later."

Wen Feiran nodded and watched him leave.

A staff member approached, her tone tinged with envy, "Although Song Lindi hasn't explicitly stated who his grandfather is, his family background must be very good. Could it be that they're old friends of the Gu family?"