She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

The people on the other end of the camera all changed their expressions, especially Zhou Yufan, whose long, slender brows furrowed instantly: "What's going on?"

Fang Li: "It's just bad luck, better not to talk about it."

Zhou Yufan paused for a moment, then said, "There's a banquet on Friday night. I was originally planning to let you know so you could come with me, but it seems I'll have to choose someone else."

"What kind of banquet?" Fang Li asked in surprise.

Zhou Yufan: "Wenxi Film and Television is hosting a charity gala, which will be attended by nearly 90% of film and television producers and directors in the industry. Many big stars have also been invited, which is a great opportunity for our studio."

“I’ll go.” As soon as Zhou Yufan finished speaking, Fang Li immediately said, “As the founder of the studio, I can’t miss such a great opportunity to make a name for myself in the industry. Tell me the specific time and location of the banquet later, and I will attend on time.”

Zhou Yufan was clearly worried: "But your hand..."

Fang Li: "..." She looked down at her tightly wrapped wrists.

It's really not very elegant to attend a banquet like this.

She thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, my hand is fine. I'll figure something out on that day so no one will notice."

Zhou Yufan nodded and said, "Alright, do what you can. If it doesn't work out, let me know and I'll arrange someone else."

Fang Li: "Okay, don't worry."

Afterwards, the group analyzed the most popular themes and the general development direction of film and television works in the coming year. The meeting lasted for more than an hour before it ended.

After turning off the camera, Fang Li rubbed her neck, got up, and leaned back in her chair.

Looking up at the ceiling, she pondered how to tell Han Xi about the banquet on Friday.

I don't know if he will agree.

Fang Li sighed softly, picked up her phone, got up, and left the study.

There are many formal dresses in the master bedroom's walk-in closet, all of which Han Xi prepared before she moved in. It's a good opportunity to go and see if there are any suitable ones, saving her the trouble of going to the store to choose.

Fang Li was choosing a dress in the dressing room at the Han Corporation headquarters building.

The CEO's office on the top floor.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in." A deep male voice said.

The door opened, and Lin Mo, dressed in a sharp suit, walked in. "Boss, President Chunxi is here."

Han Xi, who was sitting behind his desk reviewing documents, looked up. His boundless eyes, perched on the bridge of his nose, made him appear even more profound and serene.

Dark eyes stared silently toward the door. Soon, the sound of high heels grew closer, and a graceful figure stepped inside.

As soon as he arrived, a clear, elegant female voice drifted in: "President Han, it's been a long time."

The woman looked to be around thirty years old. She was wearing a pure white suit with a smooth, flowing fabric and wide-legged trousers that made her walk with a graceful stride. Her suit jacket was open, revealing a champagne-colored camisole underneath. The sleeves of the camisole were rolled up a few times and gathered at her elbows. The only thing she wore was a temporary wristwatch on her left wrist. Her outfit was simple, elegant, and exuded competence.

Upon seeing her, Han Xi's lips curled slightly. He took off his glasses and stood up: "What brings you here?"

He walked around the desk and personally led the woman to the reception area to sit down: "What would you like to drink?"

Woman: "As usual."

He looked up at Lin Mo, who then closed the door and left.

The two faced each other, the woman looking directly at him, her smile deepening: "I heard from my third uncle that you have a girlfriend?"

The woman was Han Xi's cousin, his uncle's daughter, Han Chunxi.

He is also the general manager of Wenxi Film and Television.

When his third uncle, Han Yi, was mentioned, Han Xi's smile faded slightly: "She's not my girlfriend."

Han Chunxi asked in surprise, "What? Could it be that, as Second Uncle said, you've started to follow in the footsteps of your cronies and start keeping female students as mistresses?"

Han Xi gave her a cold glance. "Do you think I'm Jian Yunqi?"

Mentioning Jian Yunqi, Han Chunxi couldn't help but chuckle: "Jian Yunqi has really been a dissolute playboy all these years. If those girls knew that he was still wetting the bed when he was five years old, I wonder if they would still be chasing after him all day long like they are now."

Han Xi smiled but didn't say anything.

"By the way, speaking of Jian Yunqi, I happen to have an invitation here. Could you please pass it on for me?" Han Chunxi raised an eyebrow, opened her Hermes bag, took out two invitations, placed them on the coffee table, and gently pushed them in front of Han Xi.

"We hope Mr. Han will join us at the H Hotel Guohui Center on Friday."

Han Xi glanced down at the two gold-embossed invitations, but didn't move. He then looked up at Han Chunxi opposite him and said, "I can pass them on to Jian Yunqi, but I, as you know, don't like those kinds of occasions."

"I knew you'd say that." A fleeting look of disappointment crossed Han Chunxi's face.

Then he looked at him and said, "Can't you make an exception just this once? Normally, I don't need to personally deliver invitations. It's because of you that I can't invite ordinary people, so I have to do it myself."

Han Xi: "Cousin." His tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Han Chunxi: "Don't call me, just tell me whether you're coming or not."

Han Xi remained silent.

Han Chunxi's face darkened, and the smile on her beautiful face vanished instantly: "Fine, come or don't come if you want. I won't invite you anymore, and don't call me cousin anymore."

After saying that, he didn't care about Han Xi's reaction, and got up and left without even looking at him.

Lin Mo was holding a glass of Americano and was about to knock on the door when the office door was suddenly pulled open.

Immediately afterwards, Han Chunxi, who had been all smiles just moments before, pulled a long face, shoved him aside, and walked away with the speed of the wind.

Lin Mo almost spilled his coffee on himself. He scrambled to steady himself, then hesitated, unsure whether to go in or not. He peeked into the office and unexpectedly met his boss's gaze.

He shuddered and quickly shrank back, gently closing the door as if he had never been there.

......night.

Fang Li spent the whole afternoon choosing a dress but couldn't find one that suited her. She was sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone, feeling frustrated.

I plan to check it out on the platform.

As she was looking at it, Aunt Rong knocked on the door and said that dinner was ready.

Fang Li responded and went out downstairs while looking at her phone.

When she sat down at the dining table, she looked up from her phone and realized that she had only cooked three dishes for dinner.

"Isn't Han Xi coming back for dinner?" she asked, puzzled.

Aunt Rong, wearing gloves, brought out the freshly stewed soup and set it aside, saying, "The master said he has another business dinner tonight and won't be coming home for dinner. He also said he has asked Chen Yingsheng to find a new caregiver, who should arrive tomorrow."

Fang Li was surprised: "Still looking?"

Aunt Rong looked at her and smiled helplessly.

Fang Li frowned, picked up her phone, opened her chat with Han Xi, and asked him directly.

"You asked Chen Yingsheng to find a caregiver again?"

When Han Xi received Fang Li's message, he was at Meise, the most famous nightclub in Beijing.

There were two other people with him. The three of them sat in the large private room, chatting and drinking, while several pretty girls squatted by the table to pour them drinks.