Help! I became a hot mom and taught my husband to be a bad kid

It was already afternoon when Lan Jia and his group arrived in Hai City.

The conference will be held on Friday and Saturday, including a main forum, two seminars and seven sub-forums.

The time is short and the characters are compact.

In addition to Lan Jia and Wen Song who are mainly responsible for appearing on camera, hosting forums and interviews, the people involved in the reporting from Jinghai TV also include editors, photographers, cameramen and other staff. Since it is a small group business trip, everyone needs to do more work.

Once we arrived at the conference hotel, everyone plunged into work, staying busy until the early hours of the morning on Thursday. On Friday and Saturday, we were busy all day, each with their own work.

Lan Jia hosted two forums and an interview, which was a lot more work than she'd anticipated. By the time the meeting was over, she was practically exhausted.

However, there was one last task that had to be completed, which was to attend the dinner hosted by the organizer.

The dinner was held in the hotel's largest banquet hall. The golden curtains, gorgeous carved pillars, dazzling crystal chandeliers, exquisite murals, and gorgeous flowers all demonstrated nobility and elegance.

On the stage was a foreign band.

Below the stage, the guests were dressed in gorgeous attire, the men were elegant and the women were radiant, and they were greeting each other and chatting and laughing.

Lan Jia hated such occasions, but her job wasn't meant to be freewheeling. The media required interacting with people from all walks of life, creating a symbiotic relationship with them. As a professional television personality, she could handle the situation with ease.

After the necessary greetings, she was busy replenishing her energy. She had only eaten a few bites of her work lunch at noon and was now starving.

"Oh, so you're not going to control your diet anymore?"

Lan Jia looked at the mouth-watering food and couldn't help but take a lot. As soon as she turned around, she met Wen Song, who looked at the food on her plate and said with a smile.

"Director Wen, I'll be over first."

Soon, Wen Song also took the food and sat opposite her.

No one else from the unit came. They must have gone out shopping.

After all, they can attend or not attend this kind of dinner. Young people are not interested in such occasions at all. Compared with coming here to enjoy the food, they prefer to appreciate the ancient bridges, flowing water, pink walls and black tiles of Haishi, and enjoy themselves freely.

"Lan Jia, thank you for your hard work these past two days. I think the contingency plan was not well prepared, so you had to temporarily increase your workload~"

"Director Wen, I'm used to it. Besides, your workload is much greater than mine. If the leaders are working so hard, how can we slack off?"

Her words came from the heart. Wen Song was young, promising, and capable, a true master at his job. Many in the news department were puzzled as to why he had chosen to transfer here, given his promising career in his previous unit.

Wen Song admired her ability to self-regulate very much. Everyone was busy until very late. In order to complete the forum hosting and interviews excellently, she must have put in a lot of effort behind the scenes to catch up on guest information and professional knowledge.

This is not uncommon.

However, after two days of non-stop work, there was no sign of fatigue on Lan Jia's face.

"The news industry needs people like you." Wen Song stared at her, his lips curled up slightly, and continued, "Our news department still needs to add a deputy director. You are the most promising one among everyone. I plan to submit the materials to the higher-ups when I return."

Lan Jia nodded slightly and replied politely: "Thank you for the affirmation, leader." She just thought it was a casual compliment from the leader to the subordinate. Wu Haixia had often praised her before. Deputy director was of course the position she wanted, but other colleagues were also very good.

"I heard that your lover is a professor in the Department of Mathematics at Kyoto University. Did you meet him during an interview?"

"Ah."

This matter was not a secret in the news center, and Lan Jia had no intention of hiding it.

She never says it herself, but if anyone asks, she won't deny it.

She hadn't graduated at that time. That night was similar to now, the last day of the filming and interviewing. Everyone had a celebratory drink together. There were only three of them, her, Su Tingxi, and the photographer Lao Wang, who is now retired.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, her and Su Tingxi's child is six years old.

"So you guys are also combining arts and sciences."

"That's it."

Lan Jia ate her meal intently, responding intermittently. In a TV station, many people stay there their entire lives, so the relationships between colleagues are closer than those between employees in a typical company.

Therefore, it is not presumptuous to ask some personal questions.

At this moment, a violinist on the stage is concentrating on plucking the strings. The bow slides gracefully on the strings, producing a delicate and melodious sound. The delicate notes float in the air. The melody is sometimes like a gurgling stream, gently flowing through the heart, bringing a sense of tranquility and comfort; sometimes like a flying butterfly, light and agile, full of vitality and vigor.

Lan Jia had no time to listen to the wonderful music. She just wanted to eat quickly, go back to her room, take a bath and have a good sleep, so that she could return to Jinghai City tomorrow.

After finishing work, she took some time to video chat with her husband and son for a few minutes. They agreed to pick her up at the airport tomorrow. She was excited just thinking about it.

"Then I really envy you guys."

Wen Song said with emotion, "Come to think of it, I'm in the same boat as you. I once met a girl at a news event, but it's a pity that she—"

"What happened to her?" He only finished half of the sentence, and Lan Jia looked up at Wen Song. Last time at dinner, he mentioned that he had a girlfriend during college, but they later separated and the relationship ended. So it seemed that he also had a white moonlight in his heart.

However, after Wen Song answered the phone, his expression remained normal, but his eyes changed slightly. Lan Jia did not notice these subtle changes.

Wen Song smiled awkwardly, "Excuse me, a friend of mine is coming over."

Lan Jia didn't look back. She didn't care about Wen Song's friends. She just wanted to finish her meal quickly and go back to her room to sleep.

If she looked back, she would see a familiar figure.