Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

"Boss Ming said this would be too different from the original, so he refused to budge, saying he would match the amount of funding the sponsors could provide."

"In the end, Pei Yunjing went crazy and actually said that letting her take the top position would make the plot more exciting."

"He's just a lousy doctor, what does he know about the female palace fighting?"

Fu Miaoxi was stunned by what she heard. She didn't really understand the palace fighting in female dramas, and even less so the tastes of today's TV drama viewers.

But she clearly remembered that Jiang Qingyan had told her a few days ago that Shen Qihuai was the person Pei Yunjing longed for.

Now she is his fiancée, and he used to show concern for her in his words. How could he bear to let Shen Qihuai suffer any injustice?

She looked at Jiang Qiwu for help.

Jiang Qiwu glanced at Shen Qihuai, who was sitting aside and snatching fruit from his young lady, and scolded Pei Yunjing as he was about to fork a piece of fruit into his mouth.

He glanced at Pei Yunjing, who seemed to be at ease in the teahouse next to him, listening to Ming Tongchen's talk, but was actually secretly paying attention to this side.

He doesn't care who the fire burns, but it must not burn his lady.

Jiang Qiwu pulled out a tissue from the table, folded it several times, and handed it to Shen Qihuai.

When handing it to Shen Qihuai, she was deliberately careful and blocked Pei Yunjing's sight with her back, with her head half lowered, as if she was wiping Shen Qihuai's tears.

But Fu Miaoxi, who was sitting next to him, heard it clearly. Jiang Qiwu reminded Shen Qihuai in an emotionless voice: "Take your things with you when you leave. The boss still wants to sit here."

She was about to poke Jiang Qiwu in the lower back to tell him not to be so harsh, but Pei Yunjing came over.

"Ms. Fu, how is your recovery going?"

Jiang Qiwu withdrew his hand and stood behind Fu Miaoxi, and felt a rather unfriendly gaze passing over him.

Fu Miaoxi was about to answer when Shen Qihuai's choked voice rang out beside her: "Of course she's recovered. With President Jiang taking care of her, you don't need to worry too much!"

Pei Yunjing looked at her, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes: "Qi Huai, speak properly."

"I just won't talk properly!"

But Pei Yunjing's words pushed Shen Qihuai's emotions to a peak. She angrily slammed her fork on the table and ran out.

Pei Yunjing was afraid that if a public figure like her lost her composure in public, it would bring more negative impact, so he quickly chased after her.

"What happened to Yun Jing?"

Jiang Qingyan sat down next to Fu Miaoxi, and Ming Tongchen followed closely behind.

"I remember he was coaxing Shen Qihuai quite well a while ago?"

Ming Tongchen disagreed: "How can that be called coaxing? At most, it's just that the ignorant little fish Qi Huai took the bait."

"Qi Huai's next palace drama is about a bitter love story. The male lead is her senior from college, and she has had many scandals with him."

"Yun Jing felt resentful, but he didn't want to confront Qi Huai and affect her career. He didn't handle the situation properly, and things got awkward like this."

"Why don't you just help him replace the leading male role?"

Ming Tongchen looked at Jiang Qingyan with an expression as if he had seen a ghost: "You want me to replace the male lead for the female lead? You really don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if you don't manage the household."

Jiang Qingyan glanced at Fu Miaoxi and said, "You two are really interesting. You have a simple solution but you torture yourselves instead."

Ming Tongchen understood something and smiled ambiguously: "Then I can't learn from you. You have the kingdom and the beauty in your hands, and you would rather exchange it for a smile from her."

"You made me torture Fu Miaomiao like this just for a little money..."

Jiang Qingyan frowned. He was wearing a light-colored knitted shirt today. The shape was generous, but the fabric was soft, which softened his cold aura.

"This isn't really about money. Yun Jing is usually easygoing, but when it comes to Shen Qihuai, he's always very particular."

Ming Tongchen came up with a brilliant metaphor: "Isn't this just you and your Fu Miaomiao? All of us combined, the preferential treatment we've received from you over the past twenty years isn't even a day's worth of her time. In front of her, you lose all your usual composure."

Ming Tongchen pointed at Fu Miaoxi, which drew Fu Miaoxi's attention here.

She was originally discussing with Jiang Qiwu how to soak the pineapple, but when Ming Tongchen pointed it out so clearly, she couldn't help but look at him.

Jiang Qingyan also raised his eyebrows and looked at her, which made Fu Miaoxi feel very unsure.

"Uncle, what's wrong..."

Jiang Qingyan put his arm around her waist, and because of the table blocking the view, no one could see the intimate posture of the two people in the corner.

He gently tapped Fu Miaoxi's waist, and the defenseless Fu Miaoxi's whole body softened.

Fu Miaoxi quickly used his arm to steady herself. The light blush on her unpainted face could not be suppressed, indicating that her heart was extremely uneasy.

"Uncle..."

Fu Miaoxi lowered her voice and reminded him quietly, but she didn't dare to struggle too much.

"Fu Miaomiao," Jiang Qingyan looked at the shy little girl in his arms, "Be happy during the New Year, okay?"

Fu Miaoxi was confused: "Uncle, I've always been in a good mood."

Jiang Qingyan let her go and sat back down as if nothing had happened: "That's good."

Ming Tongchen and Jiang Qiwu looked at their noses and their hearts, pretending they had no idea what had just happened.

After the meal, Fu Miaoxi didn't see Pei Yunjing and Shen Qihuai again. She wanted to ask what happened, but when she thought of Jiang Qingyan's little movements before the meal, Fu Miaoxi lost the desire to explore.

"Boss, the New Year's Eve dinner is scheduled for 7 o'clock tonight. Halfway through the meal, we can watch the Spring Festival Gala."

"Spring Festival Gala?" Jiang Qingyan was sitting in the back seat of the car, playing with Fu Miaoxi's fingers. He looked up in confusion and asked, "When did you start liking this?"

Fu Miaoxi, who was sitting next to him, paused and said, "I want to see it."

She lowered her head somewhat sheepishly, as if reminiscing about the past: "When I was in high school, my friends would find ways to watch it with me. After college, they would also spend more time with me during these times. This year, they asked me out too."

Jiang Qingyan suddenly grabbed her hand, unable to bear the loneliness that flashed across her face.

He remembered that the information Ming Tongchen gave him did indeed state that she had several classmates who could be considered her best friends.

These people were of the same mind and shared the joys and sorrows, accompanying her through her turbulent yet brilliant and colorful youth.

It is a past that he had no part in, a memory that he cannot touch.

Jiang Qingyan felt inexplicably annoyed. He didn't like Fu Miaomiao dividing her attention with other people, but he was reluctant to explain it to her.

Perhaps this is why Pei Yunjing can never do it right no matter what he does. There is no fairness or winning or losing in love. Even if his heart and eyes are full of her, he has to accept that there is a part of her heart that never belongs to him.

Even though he holds a high position, even though she has always been passive.

Worried about gains and losses, Jiang Qingyan chewed these words over and over in his mind, feeling irritated.