Chapter 388

More importantly, he was taking care of Yang Mi during her pregnancy.

Because she was already nine and a half months pregnant.

Little Rainbow would be born in less than two weeks.

This was the most critical moment.

These past few days, Yang Mi had been walking around the villa.

This would make delivery easier.

Even though Su Chen possessed a system cheat.

He was still filled with nervousness about being a new dad.

Anyone would be extremely panicked doing this for the first time.

No matter how strong the iron-clad tough guy.

Facing his little cotton-padded jacket, he would be easily handled.

On the desk.

Su Chen held a brush pen, writing Spring Festival couplets with vigorous, flowing strokes.

At the same time, Su Chen had also made a large number of paper cutouts.

These skilled tasks were naturally left to Su Chen.

Similar to a master craftsman.

While the goddess group were all apprentices, responsible for pasting.

As soon as Su Chen finished a Spring Festival couplet, they would paste one.

As soon as he finished a paper cutout, they would paste one.

The division of labor was clear.

There were still several days before the New Year.

The reason for such haste.

Was that Su Chen would participate in the fifth joint rehearsal for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow.

As the program with the highest global viewership.

It was too grand!

No flaws could be allowed.

Therefore, several joint rehearsals would be conducted repeatedly.

Even so.

There was no guarantee that the Spring Festival Gala broadcast would go 100% smoothly.

Thus, the Spring Festival Gala would edit all rehearsal programs for backup.

Once, during the official live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala.

If any program encountered a problem.

The recorded footage would be seamlessly played immediately.

Su Chen's performance at every rehearsal was very good.

He sang with such passion, electrifying the entire audience!

Chief Director Liu Dazhen was very confident.

Su Chen's performance time would absolutely have the potential to create the peak viewership for this year's Spring Festival Gala.

One must know.

Singing and dancing programs, compared to Crosstalk and skits, had a natural disadvantage.

After all, the New Year is a very happy occasion.

Everyone wants to laugh their heads off.

Singing and dancing, what is there to watch?

But this song of Su Chen's was too majestic and grand.

It also fit the theme of the Spring Festival Gala too perfectly.

One song seemed to sing through five thousand years of Chinese civilization.

Expressing countless historical cultures of vast ages.

The song was considered perfect.

Su Chen's looks and popularity were even at the ceiling level.

And all the singles Su Chen had released previously had become blockbuster classics.

This song, "Long Lin of Heaven and Earth," was urged by countless netizens to appear on the Spring Festival Gala.

Only when he sang.

Could Liu Dazhen be 100% certain it would become legendary.

If it were another singer, no matter who, it wouldn't work.

"Finished..."

After Su Chen put down the final stroke.

He slowly put away the brush pen and stretched.

Writing with a brush pen can indeed cultivate one's character.

But if treated as a task, writing with a swish-swish-swish.

It was indeed very tiring!

How could it compare to the speed of typing on a keyboard?

Su Chen wrapped his arm around Sister Reba's water-snake waist and let out a chuckle.

"There's still plenty of ink left. Want me to draw another big butterfly?"

Sister Reba immediately stepped back.

"No, no... You draw butterflies on me every day; it feels so awkward."

"The point is, I can't see them anyway."

Su Chen suddenly understood.

"I get it. You're hinting at me to draw further forward?"

Sister Reba rolled her eyes.

"Pah! Where's there space to draw up front? On my stomach?"

"You're always drawing on me. Will my body absorb it and cause poisoning?"

"I'm scared! Forget it, forget it..."

"I think you should draw on Sister Mi's stomach instead."

As she spoke,

Sister Reba gently stroked Yang Mi's round, bulging belly.

"Look, Sister Mi's belly sticks out so high; the surface area is huge."

"It's enough for you to paint a 'Eight Steeds' picture."

Yang Mi punched her hard on the buttocks.

"Sister Reba, I see you need a beating to keep you from climbing the roof and tearing off the tiles."

"The rankings are already set; I am the mistress of the harem!"

"Be careful, or I'll grant you a 'Ten Feet of Red'!"

Sister Reba put her hands on her hips, unconvinced.

"Even if you are the Empress, the Empress isn't a lifetime appointment!"

"Many Emperors get bewitched by little fox spirits below and banish the Empress to the Cold Palace."

"Don't think you're safe yet!"

When Sister Reba said this, it was merely empty talk.

Whether ascending to a vast nation,

or descending to a large company or school,

a perfect manager is always needed.

Otherwise, management easily spirals out of control, leading to various problems.

Yang Mi is a natural-born manager.