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

Anyway, the investors have a lot of money... What? Jun Sui? That pretentious guy...

The drunken ramblings suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of vomiting, and the recording abruptly ended.

With a "click," Jun Sui closed his laptop, the crisp sound of the metal casing colliding startling Ran Cang's swivel chair, causing it to creak and turn.

He reached out and pressed his hand against Sui Si's smooth, delicate hand, his sleeve slipping down to reveal the fine scratches on his wristwatch.

That was the mark left when he smashed a wine glass last year when the "A Glimmer of Hope" project was taken away.

"Now it's our turn."

Ran Cang turned the monitor towards the crowd: "The timeline starts three years ago when he plagiarized the storyboard. The chain of evidence includes handwritten testimonies from 27 employees, and the lawyer's statement was just reviewed by Zhang Lurun..."

She suddenly winked slyly, scrolling the mouse wheel rapidly down, "The main event is here—"

At the bottom of the last long image, a newly released, unreleased scene from "A Glimmer of Hope" suddenly appears:

Beneath a shattered starry sky, the protagonist turns around, clutching a blood-stained blueprint; the words in the speech bubble bear scorch marks:

"When lies become weapons, the truth becomes the sharpest shield."

The bottom right corner also bears a handwritten note from the entire production team: "This film is dedicated to all those who uphold their ideals."

When Jun Sui forwarded the Weibo post, the nib of his pen paused on the table.

Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting dappled shadows on the four characters “The innocent will be innocent”.

The moment the send button was pressed, Sui Si's phone suddenly started vibrating wildly, and the number of red dots for "Wang Daxing Fan Group" in the WeChat message box surged to 999+.

The studio was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner unit outside.

Everyone was glued to the ever-refreshing comment section. The initial, repetitive comments about "malicious editing" and "slandering peers" were still flooding the screen when suddenly a new message was thrown into the deep pool like a pebble:

[Animator Xiao Li] posted a long voice message with a verified badge:

"I'm from the original art team of 'A Glimmer of Hope'!"

Wang Daxing not only owed us three months' wages, but also sold the 300 storyboards we drew to a competitor company!

I have all the chat logs and transfer screenshots!

In the accompanying image, the timestamp of the message "Boss Wang: The project failed, and we have no money to pay salaries" is clearly visible on the chat interface.

Following that, [Science Fiction Fan Aze] posted nine photos from the scene:

"I was there during that speech! He was drunk and grabbed me, complaining that 'Chinese animation is just a money-making tool.' This is a video of him knocking over champagne as he left! I accidentally recorded it!"

In the scene, Wang Daxing staggers and knocks over a crystal glass, leaving dark red stains on the Persian carpet.

The analysis post by [Legal Advisor Zhang] was widely circulated: "From the perspective of contract law, Wang Daxing is suspected of commercial fraud;

According to the latest Civil Code, it is recommended that the injured party immediately...

His account profile picture was suddenly changed to an announcement image that read "Accepting legal consultations for the 'A Glimmer of Hope' project," and the comment section was instantly flooded with hundreds of private messages seeking help.

Ran Cang was extremely excited as he watched the spectacle: "Look!"

Wang Daxing's fraud

It's trending! His online trolls can't keep up with the speed of controlling the comments!

She pointed to the constantly refreshing new topics on the screen, "Netizens are starting to dig into the six shell companies under his name!"

Sui Si looked out the window at the still dimly lit sky, his phone still vibrating.

But this time, the warmth from my palm was no longer scorching.

In the comments section, an anonymous user's comment quietly climbed to the top of the trending comments:

"It turns out that 'A Glimmer of Hope' didn't die; it was just waiting for the truth."

"The operation was successful, and the preliminary work was done very well."

Jun Sui leaned against the workbench, his slender fingers gently tapping the metal surface, the rhythm as steady as if he were typing Morse code.

He looked down at the real-time trending search data, which was still skyrocketing. His gold-rimmed glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, but he was too lazy to fix them.

Ran Cang slumped in his gaming chair like a deflated balloon, his fingers still twitching slightly as he typed on the keyboard.

"I'm so excited I can barely type..."

She grabbed the digital tablet from the table and fanned it vigorously, her slightly disheveled hair swaying wildly from side to side with the movement.

"I should have used speech-to-text earlier, my fingers are cramping now."

Jun Li Que emerged from the tea room, holding a steaming cup of hot cocoa. The condensation on the cup left tiny watermarks on the floor.

"Drink slowly, it's hot."

He gently placed the cup beside Ran Cang, then casually pulled out a tissue to wipe away the chocolate sauce that she had accidentally smeared on her cheek, the action as natural as if he had done it a thousand times.

Sui Si stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips unconsciously drawing messy marks on the glass.

As dusk fell, like an overturned ink bottle, it painted the city skyline in varying shades of grayish-purple.

On the electronic screen of an office building in the distance, the promotional poster for "A Glimmer of Hope" is playing on a loop.

The red light in the mech warrior's eyes, like the pupils of a wild beast, flickered in the approaching night.

"It's not over yet."

He suddenly spoke, his voice torn into fragments by the hum of the air conditioner, making it somewhat indistinct.

"Wang Daxing's live stream... hasn't even started yet..."

The trailing tone at the end of his sentence carried a barely perceptible ruthlessness. The digital pen spun in his palm before being gripped tightly again.

Jun walked silently behind him, the cuff of his suit sleeve brushing against Sui Si's hand, bringing a warm sensation.

As he leaned down, the scent of jasmine enveloped him, his lips almost touching Sui Si's instantly reddened earlobe:

"Then let him drive it. Let's see if he can make up a story faster, or if netizens can dig up old stories faster."

The last syllable brushed against his skin like a feather, causing Sui Si to unconsciously shrink his neck.

As Ran Cang watched, he suddenly sprang up from his chair like a spring, the computer chair creaking and sliding half a meter away.

"Almost forgot!"

Her fingernails tapped rapidly on the keyboard, and as she brought up an encrypted folder, she gave everyone a smug look.

"My good friend just sent me the latest scoop—Wang Daxing's PPT for tonight's live stream was secretly copied by his undercover assistant."

On the projection screen, the document marked with red circles slowly unfolded.

The emphasis is on highlighting the improper relationship between Jun Sui and Sui Si, and stressing capital manipulation...

When a few bold, black-lettered words jumped into view, the air suddenly became so quiet that you could hear the clicking of the mouse wheel.

"Old-fashioned and clichéd."

Jun Lique pushed up his glasses, his gaze appearing much sharper due to the non-prescription lenses.

"This kind of mudslinging tactic was something marketing accounts wouldn't have bothered to use ten years ago."

Jun Sui suddenly laughed, put his arm around Sui Si's shoulder, and casually stroked the back of the other's neck with his fingertips:

"Just right."

He grabbed Sui Si's phone, pointed the camera at their clasped hands, and as the flash went off, the silver chain on Sui Si's wrist collided with the metal dial of Jun Sui's watch, creating shimmering light.

"Post a Weibo post? Block his path?"

"Don't make trouble."

Sui Si's ears turned red, and she reached out to grab the phone, but Jun Sui easily dodged her.

As the album was being pulled, the pages turned automatically, and the group photo taken on the rooftop suddenly appeared.

In the photo, the two are leaning against a rusty railing with a sunset in the background. Sui Si has ice cream stuck to the corner of his mouth, and Jun Sui is reaching out to wipe it off.

He inexplicably chose this one, pressed send, hesitated for a moment with his fingers hovering above the keyboard, and then typed...

[Do not mention it during work.]

"Alas--"

The studio erupted in chaos. Ran Cang dramatically covered his eyes, his chair spinning and sliding to the corner.

"Can you two wait until after the war to show off your love? This PDA is making me lose my appetite!"

Even Jun Lique, who was usually calm and collected, turned his face away and coughed lightly, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

Sui Si lowered his head to straighten his slightly disheveled collar, but suddenly felt an itch in his palm.

Jun Sui's fingers were quietly drawing hearts in his palm, one after another, which was a bit unexpected.

Outside the window, the city's neon lights lit up one after another, and the glass curtain wall reflected the lights of thousands of homes, stretching the overlapping shadows of the two people very long.

The storm continues, but at least for now, the warmth of their intertwined fingers is enough to ward off all the darkness.

This time, he finally had someone by his side...