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With the kind of status and position Fu Huai’an held, there were many outstanding women surrounding him and countless others were queueing to just spend a night with him. Lin Nuan didn’t believe that Fu Huai’an would be able to completely detach himself from that ocean of flowers.
She wrapped the thin blanket around herself tightly. She thought that tonight, her brain should have been filled to the brim with Wen Moshen who had just returned.
Dawn, at 3.30a.m.; Lin Nuan was already up to get ready for the four a.m. meeting for the morning news.
After spending more than three hours spacing out without sleep, Lin Nuan forcefully woke herself up with a heavy head. She splashed her face with cold water and grabbed a bottle of milk and some bread for breakfast before rushing out.
Nearing 4a.m., the rain was exceptionally heavy. By the time Lin Nuan reached the entrance of the broadcasting building holding up her umbrella, half of her pants were already wet.
She put away her umbrella and heard someone calling her name…
Raising her head, she saw that it was Miss Xia’s assistant, whom she had met yesterday. He exited his parked car and used a file to cover his head as he rushed towards Lin Nuan.
Miss Xia’s assistant was still wearing the same suit he wore the previous day and when they stood closer, Lin Nuan could smell the light scent of lady’s perfume on him.
The duo reached the elevator and Miss Xia’s assistant pressed the button on the elevator as he smiled and said,
My name is Yang Yuze, but you can call me Xiao Yang. I didn’t expect you to come so early.
It’s not early, it’s already 3.50a.m…
Lin Nuan replied politely.
Yang Yuze shook his head with a smile, saying,
You’re considered quite early. Last time, Sister Lin always came at four-thirty a.m., because female anchors pay extra attention to their faces… They believe beauty sleep is very important.
When the two walked into the morning news department, Miss Xia had already arrived and was just carrying a cup of coffee out of the break room.
Seeing Yang Yuze and Lin Nuan exit the elevator together, she moved her gaze after one look. Clearly, she had misunderstood the reason for Lin Nuan and Yang Yuze appearing at the same time; young people had energy and vigor, she didn’t want to interfere.
At exactly 4a.m., everyone entered the meeting room.
Lin Nuan never knew that the morning news department would be so lively at 4a.m. Miss Xia stood at the very end of the long table holding her cup of coffee as she listened to everyone speaking up and sharing their opinions, then she would individually critique them, saying harsh and sharp words that cut straight to the point.
In the end, Miss Xia placed her coffee cup down and let Yang Yuze pass the news manuscript to Lin Nuan, saying,
Let us welcome our new news anchor, Lin Nuan, and bless that her first broadcast will be smooth and successful! That will be all… Dismissed!
Lin Nuan picked up her manuscript and familiarized herself with it as she had her make-up done.
Inside the dressing room, with Weng Lin’s photo hung up on the wall, the make-up artist was still rambling continuously to Lin Nuan about how good Weng Lin was to her, and how important Weng Lin’s position was in the morning news department, as though she was afraid Lin Nuan would steal Weng Lin’s position.
That was the discrimination the morning news department had towards her, a newcomer. Lin Nuan had experienced it before in the radio department, so she paid no attention to it.
The make-up artist talked a lot by herself but Lin Nuan didn’t reply even once. She internally concluded that Lin Nuan was acting virtuous, but she forgot that if Weng Lin had been the one memorizing the script and she had so much to say, she would have been scolded.
Ding—
Her phone vibrated and Lin Nuan picked it up to take a look— it was a message from Bai Xiaonian, telling her to do well for her first broadcast, and she had attached a photo of her big smiling face.
Just as Lin Nuan was about to reply, she felt a burst of pain at her scalp.
Ouch…
Lin Nuan sucked in a breath as a small tuft of her hair was tugged off.
Sorry…
The make-up artist smiled insincerely, saying,
I didn’t mean it, but it’s just a few strands of hair. Lin Nuan, you won’t be so petty that you’d hold it against me, right?
The make-up artist spoke with a smile. She thought that by using words to corner her, Lin Nuan who had just arrived would only be able to admit defeat and tell her it was okay.
