"Boss, are you sure?" Sun Binghe glanced at the schedule and checked with Chu Yilan one last time. "You might get photographed."
Chu Yilan said, "Doesn't matter."
Sun Binghe knew his boss genuinely didn't care, but what if... Then the PR work... Forget it. They'd paid for that.
"Bing He, what flowers do you think I should prepare?" Chu Yilan asked.
Sun Binghe said, "Red roses?"
"Why?"
Sun Binghe looked cautious. "Aren't those the flowers that brought you and Teacher Shen together?"
His boss adored them. If Teacher Shen was busy and couldn't prepare flowers in time, he would buy them himself and put them on his office desk.
The words "brought you together" pleased Chu Yilan. "Red roses it is."
Elsewhere, Hu Kailan wore such a grave expression that he looked ready to drop to his knees before Shen Lian.
"This is a very dangerous idea." Hu Kailan couldn't say, "I disagree." He couldn't make decisions for Shen Lian, so they always talked things through.
Shen Lian said, "I'm just an ordinary actor. Do I have to keep my private life under wraps too?"
At that, Hu Kailan's face twisted in anguish. He wanted to cry, but no tears came.
If Shen Lian lacked ability, people could criticize him for that. If he were an idol who relied on popularity, they could criticize him all they liked. Yet he was neither. His fans were fiercely loyal, and their numbers kept growing. He wasn't a traffic star, but his popularity rivaled one. If he went through with this, Hu Kailan couldn't even imagine what would happen.
"What if you lose fans?"
Shen Lian smiled and repeated, "Brother Hu, I just want to take acting seriously. As long as the industry doesn't blacklist me, I'll take any good script, whether I'm