Chapter 323: I Want to Get in the Car with You to Study the Script

Under Lin Dongfan's deployment, a huge fishing net had already descended from the sky. However, Zhu Xianhua didn't sniff out a hint of danger.

Old Zhu never would have imagined:

Just because he slapped Lu Zhou once, Lu Zhou then used work conveniences to secretly install cameras, bugs, and GPS trackers in his office, car, etc. —high-end tech products.

Even more unexpected, Lu Zhou managed to earn a ten‑million bounty from these evidences.

The outdoor filming base of Jianglan Satellite TV.

A variety show called Extreme Speed Forward had just wrapped; its participants were all nobodies like Ji Qing, everyone dreaming of becoming an overnight star.

As the deputy station head in charge of the variety channel, Zhu Xianhua held the fate of these newcomers in his hands.

The last time he forcibly slept with Ji Qing, although he almost got his ear bitten off by her, the incident left no shadow in Zhu Xianhua's mind.

Today he set his sights on another pretty girl, even prettier than Ji Qing—Ai Meijia.

Ai Meijia was Chu Lingxi's university classmate; during this year's Spring Festival, under Lin Dongfan's recommendation, she signed with Shang Media, becoming a minor artist under Shang Keqing.

However…

Zhu Xianhua didn't know these details; he simply thought Ai Meijia was a minor artist Shang Media was pushing hard.

Nothing to worry about.

Over the past year, Shang Media's development momentum has been quite good.

This year, two of its films have become phenomenal blockbusters.

But no matter how powerful Shang Media is, in front of the provincial station it still has to tuck its tail and behave, after all, the approval rights for many projects lie in the hands of the Provincial Bureau of Radio, Film and Television.

"Meijia, it's so hot today, you must be tired? Have some water."

When Zhu Xianhua handed over the water, he also helped Ai Meijia unscrew the bottle cap, behaving like an exceedingly thoughtful gentleman.

It was precisely because he unscrewed the cap.

Ai Meijia merely gave a polite smile: "Thank you, Station Head, you drink it yourself, I'm not thirsty." She didn't dare drink it at all, having long heard that Zhu Xianhua was a major lecher with many tricks.

"You're sweating and still not thirsty? Don't be polite with me."

Zhu Xianhua forcibly shoved the water in front of Ai Meijia.

Helpless, Ai Meijia had no choice but to steel herself and refuse again: "Station Head, I really am not thirsty, thank you."

"Fine, I'll hold it for you first, and you can sing when you're thirsty."

Zhu Xianhua screwed the cap back on, his shifty eyes not idle, intentionally or unintentionally glancing at Ai Meijia's voluptuous figure.

For today's outdoor shoot, Ai Meijia wore a white low‑cut T‑shirt.

Accentuating her delicate curves amidst the tight fit.

Ai Meijia noticed Zhu Xianhua's lust hadn't faded, and awkwardly replied: "Station Head, if there's nothing else, I'll head out first—my manager's waiting in the car."

Zhu Xianhua raised his wrist to check the time.

He then put on a regretful face: "Oh, you probably can't leave today. We've made a major adjustment to this variety show this afternoon; starting tomorrow, you'll have to follow the script. Considering Shang Media's long‑term partnership with our station, and that you personally have great variety talent, I plan to give you more screen time."

"Thank you, Station Head, you can just discuss this with our General Manager Shang." Ai Meijia still remained cautious.

The die‑hard lecher Zhu Xianhua suddenly criticized: "I'll naturally tell General Manager Shang about this, but this concerns your personal career prospects—you also need to put in some effort."

"Well… I suppose I could be considered one of the harder‑working ones?" Ai Meijia replied with a faint smile, neither humble nor arrogant; in terms of effort, she still felt confident.

Back when she signed with Shang Media,

she had promised Lin Dongfan and Chu Lingxi that she would definitely improve her acting skills solidly, focus on professionalism, and not embarrass them.

Before Zhu Xianhua could come up with a new pressure tactic,

Ai Meijia added: "Station Head, thank you for your care. It's getting late; you should head back to the hotel to rest early. I should be going too—goodbye."

"Wait, what's the rush?"

Zhu Xianhua suddenly reached out and grabbed Ai Meijia's left arm.

Ai Meijia flinched as if shocked, instinctively shaking off Zhu Xianhua's hand: "Station Head, I'm sweaty; be careful not to dirty your hand."

"Anyway, you'll have to shower later, no problem." Zhu Xianhua pushed up his glasses, adopting a leader's demeanor: "Earlier I told you to put some thought into it—that's just a notice. Tonight you need to stay behind to study tomorrow's script properly. Don't worry about missing the point; I'll set aside time to guide you."

What a "study the script"! Want to go study the script in bed?

What a shameless old slickster!

Ai Meijia swallowed her anger and replied: "Station Head, I won't trouble you with this—just give me the script, I'll go home and study it myself."

"Meijia, are you genuinely clueless or just pretending?"

Seeing Ai Meijia's excuses coming one after another, polite and airtight, with no loophole to poke, Zhu Xianhua suddenly flared up.

He glanced around—no one was left, the staff had already dispersed.

Zhu Xianhua simply steeled himself and laid his cards on the table: "Meijia, to be frank, I admire you. Tonight I'd like to ask you out for dinner, to give you a little romantic surprise."

Upon hearing that, Ai Meijia almost felt nauseous enough to vomit.

"Uncle!"

"How old are you this year?"

"My daughter's the same age as you, and you're as fat as a pig, bald as a cue ball—how dare you say that!"

Ai Meijia restrained the urge to kick him.

Keeping a pleasant smile: "Station Head, I'm really sorry, but I have a boyfriend, so I'm afraid I can't accept your mistaken affection."

"You have a boyfriend—what's that to me?" Zhu Xianhua looked puzzled.

Ai Meijia looked at him like he was a freak: "Of course it's related—I have a boyfriend, and you're chasing me; that's not right."

"Not good? How so?" Zhu Xianhua emphasized bluntly: "Your having a boyfriend is your business; my wanting you to be my girlfriend is mine—these two things are completely unrelated."

Ai Meijia laughed through tears: "You've confused me..."

"It's a matter of right and wrong—how can you be confused?" Zhu Xianhua grew more agitated: "You can like your boyfriend, you can like me; you have the right to choose. I, Zhu Xianhua, am not a man unworthy of your affection; you should cherish the choice the law grants you, and strive for higher things."

"Let me say something you don't want to hear: you're old enough to be my father; we're not a match."

You haven't even tried my length and thickness—how do you know it's not suitable? I'm just a few years older than you; I'm not some old weakling.

I don't understand what you're saying, sorry, I have to go.

Stop!

Ai Meijia had just taken two steps when Zhu Xianhua grabbed her again.

Let go of me.

Ai Meijia angrily shook twice but couldn't break free.

Zhu Xianhua gripped her hand tightly, voice flushed with anger: "You want to be a star—image matters! Don't force me to discuss suitability with you in a place like this."

What do you want? Let go of me!

The more Ai Meijia pried at Zhu Xianhua's hand, the tighter he held on.

Zhu Xianhua forcefully pulled Ai Meijia toward his nanny van: "You've got me all excited—I want to get in the car with you and discuss suitability in depth."