After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Shows
Chapter 384 - 375: No Longer a Minister

Chapter 384: Chapter 375: No Longer a Minister

The three people standing in a triangle were silent for almost three seconds as they looked at the two large bouquets of flowers in front of them. Wei Xiao gave a dry laugh to break the silence, placing the small card back into the large bouquet of pink roses, then handed his own blue and white bouquet to Shen Yunqing, "Prime Minister Shen, happy wrap party."

Shen Yunqing smiled, took the bouquet, and nodded in thanks, "Thank you, Director."

Wei Xiao: "..."

If you don’t feel like smiling, then don’t force it!

"Ahem, well, I also booked a private room at Jingcheng’s House in the film city today. There’s a wrap party for you tonight, and several key members of our crew will go over to have dinner and celebrate together."

After all, it’s not yet a wrap for the entire crew, so there’s no need for a grand affair.

The private room was already booked, so Shen Yunqing didn’t decline the gesture, nodding in agreement, "I would be honored."

"Ahem, well, I don’t have anything else to say. You two go take a break." The atmosphere was still a bit awkward, and Wei Xiao originally wanted to mention that he had also prepared a bottle of champagne to celebrate the wrap, but he swallowed his words and simply waved them off.

The awkwardness of the situation made him feel a bit uneasy as an old timer.

Jiang Lingxi originally wanted to throw away the big pink angel bunch of flowers in her arms, but after looking around and not finding a garbage can, she had to take a deep breath and continue holding onto them.

After walking a short distance away.

"These flowers..."

"These flowers..."

Two voices almost spoke simultaneously.

Shen Yunqing paused, habitually waiting for the other party to speak first.

"These flowers are..."

"Wow, Xixi Jie, dreamy pink angels, this bunch must have at least a hundred flowers, right? Since when did my uncle get so extravagant!" Wei Minmin suddenly appeared from the side behind the two, unintentionally interrupting Jiang Lingxi again, but she quickly snapped out of her amazement, "No, today is Mr. Shen’s wrap, not yours. These flowers shouldn’t be from the director, right? Could it be from a fan? That must be a rich fan, I’ve never received such a big bunch before!"

Jiang Lingxi looked at her helplessly; could this girl not stir up the situation any further!

She casually pulled out two flowers, "For you, be good, go play somewhere else." Don’t add fuel to the fire anymore!

Wei Minmin, on instinct, took the flowers and finally moved her gaze from the large bunch of dreamy pink angels to the expressions of the two people in front of her, realizing late that she might have come at a bad time, "Haha, um, I’ll go run some lines first, see you later, Xixi Jie!"

With that, she turned around and sprinted away!

However, Wei Minmin’s exclamation did cause quite a few people nearby to turn their heads and curiously look over. Jiang Lingxi felt a rare moment of exhaustion, "Forget it, let’s talk in the break room."

Once in the break room, seeing Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Ling’an as well, without waiting for them to speak, Jiang Lingxi handed the flowers over, "Zhengzheng, please handle this for me."

"Ah," Lu Zhengzheng, who was just about to compliment the flowers for being pretty, was stunned and instinctively asked, "How should I handle it?"

"Should I teach you?"

"No, no, no need." Sensing that Xixi Jie’s mood was a bit dangerous at the moment, Lu Zhengzheng quickly stepped forward and hugged the bouquet tight to her chest, "I can handle it, I promise to take care of it completely, without leaving a trace!"

Jiang Lingxi: "..."

One might think you’re going to cover up a crime scene.

She waved tiredly, "Get on with it!"

From this moment on, she wouldn’t be able to look at this shade of pink for a long time!

Xu Ling’an also stood up silently and followed Lu Zhengzheng, "I’ll go help."

The two held hands and quickly slipped out of the break room.

Once outside, Lu Zhengzheng patted her chest in relief, puzzled as she looked at the flowers in her arms, "Who exactly sent these flowers? It shouldn’t be Mr. Shen, otherwise Xixi Jie wouldn’t ask me to deal with it, so who else could it be?"

"There’s a card." Xu Ling’an, sharp-eyed, said, reaching out to pull the card from the bouquet.

They leaned their heads together to read it.

Lu Zhengzheng: "A fan?" She frowned and shook her head, "No, what’s up with that rude message at the beginning?"

Xu Ling’an flipped the card over, not seeing a signature, but just by looking at the words on the card, they could almost guess who sent the flowers!

If it was that person, sending such misleading pink roses, no wonder Sister would disdain them enough to have them disposed of.

"If Sister says to deal with it, we’ll deal with it."

Now just looking at this bunch of flowers made her a bit uneasy too.

"Yeah, it’s a bit of a waste."

Saying that, Lu Zhengzheng decisively began to destroy the flowers, feeling a twinge of regret as she plucked them all clean, and after she was done, she specifically took a picture.

She had to let Xixi Jie know just how meticulously she had handled them.

The card was also torn into small pieces smaller than a fingernail by Xu Ling’an, ensuring they couldn’t be pieced back together.

In the break room.

Jiang Lingxi pointed to her usual resting chair, "Sit."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yunqing walked over with the flowers and sat down obediently, determined to be compliant.

But after sitting down, he only lowered his gaze to look at the bouquet in his hands, reaching out to gently touch one of the white flowers without speaking.

Seeing this, Jiang Lingxi looked over, just about to speak, but couldn’t help her eyes from landing on that hand gently caressing the petals.

Up close, the petals weren’t completely white, with a faint pink at the edges.

As that hand neared, the two almost became one, and for a moment it was hard to distinguish which was whiter.

As she watched, she suddenly felt a bit parched.

Clearing her throat, she finally spoke, "The flowers should be from Zhang Lingzhou, the little grandson of Elder Zhang, whom we met at An’an’s recognition banquet last night."

Shen Yunqing’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, "The words on the card..."

"That kid was going too far, and I beat him up before he left. Now he’s doing this, probably just to apologize."

Perhaps with other intentions, but now, instinct tells her to insist it’s just an apology.

Shen Yunqing finally looked up, "Did he touch you?"

Only then did Jiang Lingxi meet his gaze, deep and sharp, yet with hidden emotions, she was momentarily stunned, "He touched my hand when I punched him."

The darkness in his eyes gradually faded.

"Your Majesty..."

A faint sigh almost inaudible followed.

Shen Yunqing knew his temper was unreasonable, with such pride in Your Majesty, unless it was someone she acknowledged, how could she allow anyone to touch her in the slightest.

But when it comes to matters of the heart, what logic is there to follow?

Not only was he angry at Zhang Lingzhou for almost being disrespectful to Your Majesty, but also at himself.

Someone he had known for less than a day dared to boldly send flowers and a card to Your Majesty.

Despite harboring wishful thoughts, he had only dared to cautiously approach and probe, holding her in reverence as a deity, yet inexplicably wanting to gently hold her in the palm of his hand.

Quietly restrained, not daring to act rashly.

But in this moment, he no longer wished to restrain or endure!

When the fingers that were originally on the white petals cautiously and eagerly, fearing rejection, suddenly grasped hers, Jiang Lingxi’s fingertips trembled instinctively.

But she soon felt the fingers squeeze tighter, controlling the strength in a way that prevented her from breaking free instantly but wouldn’t make her feel trapped.

Shen Yunqing looked up at the person standing right in front of him. Now, separated by just a flower, they were effectively so close.

His heart pounded like a drum, filled with the tension of having just seized Your Majesty’s fingers and the joy and excitement of not having been shaken off.

That restraint deeply ingrained in his bones had, at some point, quietly become tinged with stubbornness, now urging him to gather the courage to speak, "Could Your Majesty see me as more than just a minister? Because I..."

Had long been unwilling!

The following words were swallowed in the merging lips of Jiang Lingxi, leaning forward abruptly.

At that moment, clad in armor, she returned triumphant. Spirits high and filled with bravado, she rode at will, exuding a wild flair.

By chance, she encountered a young man in white, as majestic as a jade tree, unparalleled in grace.

In that fleeting gaze, more than just one person was awestruck!