They’re not in a hurry, but a few directors who are "interested" in him couldn’t wait.

Any production team they had contact with previously that showed interest is now starting to gather people. Today, it’s this production team’s dinner, tomorrow, it’s that director’s gathering, all vying to secure him for their drama.

The director organizing tonight’s dinner happens to be the one for the post-apocalyptic male lead script, the original author of this script is Qing Rong.

He didn’t look down on this script because the author is a rival in love. To be honest, after reading the original novel, he found the story quite good, and the director said this author is quite famous, he thinks it’s well-deserved.

Since the script is decent, it’s not a bad idea to go and exchange some ideas.

Upon entering the studio, he didn’t see anyone. Just as Chen Song was about to frown and call for people, laughter burst from the innermost position.

Turning the corner to look, a group of men and women were surrounding a little turnip, laughing. Beside the little turnip stood a man all dressed in black.

The sound of Chen Song’s high heels came to a stop. The group playing with the child saw her and immediately stood up straight, each quickly ran back to their designated desks to sit.

Assistant Wen ran especially fast.

"Sister Chen."

"Sister Chen, Brother Cheng."

"Brother Cheng, Sister Chen. Chengcheng came to see you, Sister Chen."

Everyone dispersed, leaving only the little turnip and that man standing there.

Chen Song frowned as she looked at the father and son, first turning to knock on the desk beside her:

"During working hours, you should be working properly. The recent program just ended; keep a close eye on the online discussion trends. Did you print out the script from the emails?"

No one responded, shoulders shrinking and trembling.

After scolding them, she then targeted the two men: "Who allowed you to bring Chengcheng over?"

Chengcheng’s big round eyes stared at her, and once she finished speaking, he released the man’s hand and rushed toward Chen Song.

"Mama, I miss you so much. Hello, Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Zhirang smiled warmly and nodded: "Hello, Chengcheng."

Chengcheng routinely asked him a question: "Where’s sister?"

He smiled a little more, his eyes gentle: "Sister went out to play."

"Doesn’t she study?"

"Hmm—she finished studying. Have you finished?"

"Not yet," Chengcheng said with a babyish voice, frowning.

Assistant Wen and the others turned around to watch, and seeing the little turnip like this, their hearts melted.

The atmosphere in the entire studio... if need be said, was quite harmonious and happy.

Except for the man standing silently by the side, ignored by everyone.

Everyone was certainly curious to listen to gossip, but out of fear of Chen Song’s intimidation, no one dared to openly glance at them.

In the end, it was Cheng Zhirang who spoke first, asking: "Mr. Ji sitting here, why did you bring the child to my studio?"

Ji Yu looked at Chen Song.

Chen Song’s face didn’t look good; she said to Cheng Zhirang: "You go to the lounge first, I’ll contact the director, and at the same time, send out people who don’t want to work properly."

She had worked with Cheng Zhirang for several years and knew that having a good temper didn’t mean he didn’t have a temper.

The studio is not a place anyone can enter; even if someone wants to collaborate, they need to contact them in advance, yet Ji Yu casually entered without a proper reason, which indeed seemed very inappropriate.

Exceptions shouldn’t be made for unrelated people.

Chen Song was very annoyed; ever since her marriage had issues, causing Ji Yu to come looking for her, her work had become unpleasant too. Yet, because of Chengcheng, she couldn’t directly kick Ji Yu out, which was totally inappropriate.

Cheng Zhirang didn’t say anything else and turned to head to the lounge.

Recently, he thought if they could finalize this year’s productions soon, he wanted Chen Song to first focus on guiding Qiu Shuang, and after he joined the crew, have Assistant Liang temporarily take her position. For visiting the set and working with the team, he considered asking Mu Qiu if she would like to join him for fun.

The studio had been on the right track for a long time, so temporarily without Chen Song, nothing major would go wrong.

After the lounge door closed, Chen Song entrusted Chengcheng to Assistant Wen, then dragged Ji Yu outside.

Then those sitting at the reception heard the sound of slaps coming from outside.

The receptionist was so shocked her eyes widened as she mouthed silently at the group inside.

It’s a fight!

As expected, anyone who can reach such a high position as a manager is certainly very capable in various aspects.

Chengcheng didn’t hear any noise from outside, likely because the two outside deliberately moved a bit further away.

The little turnip was placed on an office chair by Assistant Wen, his little legs swinging in the air.

Assistant Wen took a piece of milk candy from the drawer, unwrapped it, and fed it to him.

"Is Chengcheng with dad every Sunday?"

Chengcheng sucked on the candy, shook his head, and mumbled in response: "No, it was papa who came to grandma’s... to bring me to see mama."

"Does dad come to see you often?"

This time, he nodded happily and even clumsily added, "Yes. I want to see mama, don’t scold my papa."

Oh, when parents have conflicts, it’s the child who suffers.

Assistant Wen then, like performing a magic trick, took out a yo-yo and held it in front of Chengcheng, teasing him: "So you only came to see mama? Not to see Uncle Wen?"

Others turned around and jokingly insulted him for being shameless.

Chengcheng, quite seriously, thought for a moment and said, "I also want to find sister."

Assistant Wen was taken aback: "Mu Qiu? Uncle Cheng’s girlfriend? The sister who fed you soup dumplings?"

Chengcheng wasn’t sure if Uncle Cheng’s girlfriend was the sister he wanted to find, but when he heard about the dumpling sister, he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Sister didn’t come either?"

Assistant Wen didn’t expect that, back then, it was just one meal of soup dumplings, yet Chengcheng remembered Mu Qiu so well.

Or maybe, when children lack a sense of security or feel bored, encountering someone as unique as Mu Qiu leaves a lasting impression?

Chengcheng is like this, and Cheng... Chengcheng is like this too.

"Assistant Wen."

The voice of Cheng Zhirang came from the lounge door.

Having just internally offended his own boss, Assistant Wen was startled, quickly stood up, and ran over.

"What’s up, Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Zhirang, holding a small basket, handed it to him: "These things are for Chengcheng. Oh, there’s one more, come in and take it."

He followed inside with the basket, watching Cheng Zhirang pull out two figures of wine barrels from beside the tea machine by the sofa.

"This one, too, for him."

Assistant Wen took it and chuckled: "Brother Cheng, you seem to quite like Chengcheng."

"The kid is obedient and cute, don’t you all like him too?"

"Yes, he’s so adorable, you can’t help but like him. Brother Cheng, if you have a kid in the future, they’ll surely be even cuter, and you’ll surely be a great dad who loves kids."

Cheng Zhirang hesitated for a moment.

If he had a child...

A soft, sticky one, like the miniature version of Mu Qiu he dreamt of that night, who would use misty, clean eyes to look at him pitifully when lazy in the morning, sweetly calling him dad.

His Adam’s apple moved for a moment, as he smiled and replied to Assistant Wen: "Definitely."