Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

"Right now, public opinion is condemning your power-for-sex deals, and you're actually talking about your upcoming work?!"

Jun Sui looked up, a cold glint flashing in his pure black eyes:

"Because they chose the wrong opponent and the wrong battlefield."

He turned his phone toward the camera, and the screen displayed the storyboard timeline of "A Glimmer of Hope".

"Sui Si obtained her screenwriting qualification last October, while I took over as director this March."

Wang Daxing's team's procrastination with original artwork caused the project to stall, and this is all documented in the production company's meeting minutes...

"But netizens won't pay attention to these!"

Ran Cang almost cried, "Right now, the top ten trending topics are all negative about you guys. Even Anime Weekly is doing a special report saying that Director Jun has ruined his reputation in his later years..."

"Then we'll show them what they need to see."

Sui Si suddenly spoke.

He grabbed his tablet, pulled up the original project proposal for "A Glimmer of Hope," and swiped his fingers across the screen rapidly.

"Here, my name is listed in the screenwriter section of the first proposal. The email was sent on October 15, 2023, five months earlier than when Jun Sui joined the project."

There's also Wang Daxing's statement of withdrawal, which he wrote was "due to differences in creative philosophy," but now it implies that he was ostracized...

Jun Sui suddenly laughed and reached out to ruffle Sui Si's hair: "A Si and I are as in sync as ever."

He opened Ran Cang's chat window and said, "Immediately contact the technical department and compile all publicly available project timelines into a visual chart, highlighting the time difference between Sui Si's joining the company and when I took over."

Additionally, compile screenshots of emails from Wang Daxing's team regarding project delays, and remember to add timestamps.

"But won't this be enough iron?"

Ran Cang hesitated, "Besides that intimate photo... netizens are saying you two were on a date at the observatory, a place that's not usually open to the public..."

Sui Si's fingers suddenly stopped on the graphics tablet, as he suddenly remembered a reporter he had met by chance that day.

It turns out that those carefully planned "chance encounters" had long been secretly recorded and edited into the sharpest weapons.

"Opening hours are from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM."

Jun Sui suddenly said, "But the day we went was a Sunday, and the observatory was closed."

He pulled up the reservation record on his phone. "I applied for a special filming permit using my identity as the director, and the approval document is on file with the planetarium."

besides..."

He turned to Sui Si, his gaze intense, "The sneakers you wore that day had red sand on the soles, which is unique to the observatory. We can do trace analysis."

Sui Si suddenly felt her eyes sting.

It turns out that every night he was trapped in the cycle of storyboarding, Jun Sui was silently weaving a protective net.

Those details he complained about as "obsessive-compulsive" have now become sharp weapons to debunk the rumors.

He reached out and grasped the other person's slightly cool fingertips, feeling the lines on the knuckles that had bulged from the pressure.

Let's do it together.

Organize the logical chain of the storyboard revisions and present it in a way that the audience can understand... just like how the protagonist unravels a conspiracy in "A Glimmer of Hope."

Jun Sui raised an eyebrow, her fingertips hooking around his palm: "So you're finally willing to believe in my directing abilities?"

He leaned closer, his nose almost touching Sui Si's, "But this time you have to listen to me, let's eat first."

As she spoke, she pulled out a thermal box from the bedside table, which contained warm fish porridge and a fried egg.

"You only ate one meal yesterday, did you think I didn't see it?"

Sui Si's nose stung even more.

He recalled that when he was revising the storyboard last night, Jun Sui suddenly said, "Wait for me for five minutes." When he came back, he had this insulated box in his hand, saying it was "a new product from the convenience store downstairs."

At this moment, the aroma of porridge mingled with the scent of jasmine on that person, weaving a gentle net in the morning light, temporarily isolating the storm outside the window.

My phone vibrated again; this time it was a new message from Ran Cang:

Wang Daxing's team is contacting marketing accounts, preparing to expose "more inside information".

Sui Si clicked on the attached screenshot and saw that the marketing account's preview read, "A shocking love triangle in the animation industry: capital, young idols, and unspoken rules."

The accompanying photos show him and Jun Sui from behind on set, as well as a photo of Wang Daxing when he was young.

"Love triangle?!"

"He doesn't deserve it?!"

Jun Sui looked at the picture and suddenly sneered, "Did they mistake the target?"

He turned to look at Sui Si, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "How about we cooperate?"

For example... now we can take a group photo, post it on Weibo, and say, "Thank you for your concern, we are very happy," and then tag director Wang Daxing to ask when he's going to give us a wedding gift.

Sui Si nearly choked on his porridge: "Are you crazy? Showing affection at a time like this will only add fuel to the fire!"

"But it can disrupt their rhythm."

Jun Sui scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it to cool it down, and then held it to his lips.

"Public opinion is like a work of art; it always needs a reversal."

Instead of passively explaining, it's better to proactively create trigger points.

For example, let the audience discuss whether our relationship is real or not first, and then gradually guide them to look at the project timeline.

Sui Si pondered, biting his spoon, the tip of his tongue tasting the faint aroma of rice.

This person also remembered that he preferred a slightly lighter breakfast.

The sounds of rush hour traffic drifted from afar, and the morning light filtering through the curtains had turned a warm gold, casting a soft glow on Jun Sui's profile.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not only a comrade-in-arms who fought side by side, but also a lover who could still accurately control the pace in the midst of a media storm.

"it is good."

He swallowed his porridge, reached for Jun Sui's phone, and said, "But you have to choose the one I took that looks good."

As she spoke, she opened the photo album and flipped to the group photo taken on the rooftop last week.

Jun Sui leaned against the railing, holding up his digital tablet to cover half his face. Only their clasped hands were visible in the shot, with the sunset glowing in the background.

Jun Sui raised an eyebrow: "This photo is indeed quite good."

He reached out and wrapped his arm around Sui Si's waist, bringing their shoulders closer together.

"But since we're going to act, we might as well make it as realistic as possible."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and couldn't help but gently place a kiss on the top of Sui Si's head.

The moment the shutter clicked, Sui Si caught a whiff of the lingering scent of laundry detergent on Jun Sui's collar.

The phone screen lit up, and the new Weibo post editor displayed:

"Thank you for your attention. The project is progressing smoothly."

As for the rest—

He paused, then typed the final few words under Jun Sui's gaze: "The work will speak for itself, time will prove it. @JunSui"

The moment the send button was pressed, a clear bird song came from outside the window.

Looking at the fluctuating numbers on the trending topics list, Sui Si suddenly recalled a classic line from the novel "A Glimmer of Hope":

"When darkness tries to swallow the starlight, the stars prove their trajectory with an even brighter light."

He turned to look at Jun Sui, who was resting his chin on his hand and looking at him, his pure black eyes reflecting the brilliant rising sun.

"Are you angry?" Jun Sui reached out and wiped away the tears from his eyelashes.

Sui Si shook his head and pushed the empty insulated box aside:

"I'm more afraid of being misunderstood than of having my sincerity misplaced."

He grabbed his tablet, pulled up the latest storyboard, and said, "And...we still have unfinished work to do."

Jun Sui smiled, his fingertips tracing the veins on the back of his hand:

"Then let them see what real creation should look like."

Sui Si's fingertips paused slightly above the phone screen. The screen lit up and then went dark three times, while Lin Zhaoran's chibi-style avatar in a burgundy suit remained quietly at the bottom of the chat window.

The chat history was still from six months ago. The last message Lin Zhaoran sent was, "The new coffee I tried was awful," followed by three vomiting emojis.

Sui Si bit her lower lip and tapped her knuckles twice on the coffee table before opening the input box.

He typed quickly: [Closing the deal ahead of schedule]

After typing those four words, I deleted them, my fingertip tracing the delete key as I changed it to:

That brat's jumping around is giving me a headache.

I deleted it before sending it, and the last thing I sent was a huffy message:

[We closed the net early; we didn't want him to cause any more trouble. He's annoying.]

As soon as the message bubble turned gray, a message popped up at the top saying "The other party is typing...".

Three seconds later, the reply popped up: