On the afternoon of the interview with The Times, Lu Qingye was still busy at work. Assistant Yang first arranged the reporter in the reception room and asked him to wait for a while.
Assistant Yang took advantage of the time when tea was being prepared for people and went to Lu Qingye's office in person.
"Mr. Lu, the reporter from the Times is here."
Lu Qingye lowered his eyes and glanced at the watch in his hand. The scheduled interview time was coming soon.
"Well, let them come over later."
"OK."
After typing the last few words on the keyboard, Lu Qingye closed the computer, turned around, picked up the jacket hanging on the back of the chair, put it on, and wrapped the scarf around his neck.
Assistant Yang thought it was normal when he saw him wearing a coat. When he saw Lu Qingye suddenly taking out his scarf, he was a little surprised.
Where did Mr. Lu get this scarf from?
Why hasn't he seen it before?
…
The day before the recording of the variety show happened to coincide with the weekly update time of the Times. There was overwhelming news about Lu Qingye on the Internet. There were also domestic marketing accounts that specifically reported on the matter. As a result, Lu Qingye's interview became a hot search topic.
Ever since Meng Chuyuan started Weibo, she has always received popular push notifications.
That afternoon, when Meng Chuyuan came back from shopping, she saw the hot search. She became curious and was willing to click on it simply because Lu Qingye's name was on the title.
As a Chinese, young and powerful businessman, Lu Qingye is indeed a rare thing to be interviewed by overseas reporters and appear in the Times.
Meng Chuyuan clicked on a popular Weibo post and glanced at the copywriting edited by the marketing account, as if he had used all the good words and sentences he had learned throughout his life.
However, what surprised Meng Chuyuan the most was not the copywriting of the marketing account, but the photos leaked during the interview.
She clicked on one of the photos that had been loaded, zoomed in on the details, and focused on the scarf on Lu Qingye's chin.
Meng Chuyuan couldn't help but frown, with deep doubts in his eyes.
Why does this scarf look familiar?
Meng Chuyuan remembered that when she and Mother Lu were knitting scarves that day, the blue wool just ran out, and she knitted the rest with white thread.
It just so happened that the one Lu Qingye wore around her neck was exactly the same as the one she knitted, because one end of the scarf was completely white, with a blue connection above it, which was equivalent to the so-called gradient.
She gave the scarf to Mother Lu.
It's only been a few days... Why did you end up at Lu Qingye's place?
Netizens immediately exploded in the comments after seeing this interview, but their focus was inconsistent with Meng Chuyuan's.
【Digging the grass! ! He had a ring on his ring finger, and he actually wore it during the interview! ! 】
[Isn’t it my God? I remember there were reports about him in China two months ago. At that time, he didn’t have anything on his hand. How long had it been? Why did he put the ring on it?]
[Could it be that they were asked to wear it during the interview there? Maybe it was a cooperating brand that was using my husband’s free publicity? 】
[Upstairs, how about you watch the interview process and then comment? This guy said during the interview that he has a wife. Is it inappropriate for you to talk about the same husband? 】
[I suddenly fell out of love, why are you showing me this]
…
Meng Chuyuan looked at the heartbroken voices of so many netizens and suddenly felt guilty for stealing the excellent "husband" in their eyes.
At the same time, Lin Youjuan also saw the overseas report.
Seeing that Lu Qingye had received the express delivery and used it, she expressed her satisfaction: "Not to mention, it's quite suitable."
Lin Youjuan didn't have much feeling about the interview. The father and son had appeared in various newspapers and periodicals over the years, so they were used to this kind of interview.
When she saw Meng Chuyuan in the lobby, Lin Youjuan did not hide anything. She came over generously with her mobile phone and specially selected the angle she thought was the best among the many photos to show Meng Chuyuan.
"This is Aye's recent photo, take a look." Lin Youjuan thought she didn't look at it, for fear that Meng Chuyuan would miss it, "I haven't seen him in more than a month, and he has lost weight in the photo."
Meng Chuyuan glanced lightly and said calmly: "I have indeed lost weight."
She felt it when she was on a video call at the company meeting that day.
Before Meng Chuyuan asked about the scarf, Lin Youjuan took the initiative to mention it: "It's cold over there. I sent the scarf I knitted there a few days ago, but I didn't expect him to wear it so quickly. .”
Meng Chuyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and responded calmly: "I wonder why it looks familiar."
She had given the scarf to Lin Youjuan first. She had no right to interfere with what her mother-in-law did with it.
But it was quite surprising to see Lu Qingye wearing this scarf today. It didn't feel inconsistent at all.
When she was knitting a scarf, she didn't think too much about it and randomly chose two colors that she liked better. Unexpectedly, she ended up wearing it on Lu Qingye, and it seemed quite suitable.
After seeing Lu Qingye in suits and leather shoes, I felt that he was a flower of the high mountains.
However, the big brown windbreaker he wore during the interview, paired with the blue and white scarf, actually played an embellishment role on Lu Qingye, making him look a little more gentle and approachable.
Lin Youjuan suddenly remembered something, put away the smile on her face, turned serious, and asked doubtfully: "You two haven't been in touch recently?"
She helped send the scarf, and Lu Qingye had already received it. Didn't the two of them talk about it in private?
Meng Chuyuan said bluntly: "No."
They had a private post-marriage agreement to try not to disturb each other, especially when Lu Qingye needed to work.
This agreement was very easy for Meng Chuyuan. She was very independent and relied on herself in everything, while Lu Qingye was busy with work every day. She was thinking that this man was even less likely to waste his time on an idler like her.
"That's outrageous." Lin Youjuan crossed out the photos on her phone, and then called Lu Qingye: "I'll give him a heads up."
"..." Meng Chuyuan just wanted to stop her, but before she could say anything, the call had already been made.
Lin Youjuan put her hands on her hips and looked a little serious. She walked out of the hall alone and went to the yard.
Seeing this, Meng Chuyuan shrugged helplessly.
Not long after, Lin Youjuan came back from the phone call. Feeling a little thirsty, she picked up the cup and poured herself a glass of water to drink.
Meng Chuyuan sat on the sofa and watched Lin Youjuan just drinking water, completely unable to guess what happened on the phone call just now.
Lin Youjuan finished drinking the water, sat down, and turned sideways to look at Meng Chuyuan.
…
Lu Qingye had a busy day and was about to go to bed when he received a call from his mother with a string of advice that knocked away all his sleepiness.
He sat on the bedside and thought for a while, then looked down at his phone and clicked on Meng Chuyuan's WeChat.
Lu Qingye: Those who wish to perform for everyone will take the bait
Meng Chuyuan (rolling eyes): I haven’t hit the club yet...
(End of chapter)
