Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 110 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 21

After returning to the company, Qin Zhaochuan remained unusually silent, to the point that the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

Secretary Lin understood him perfectly. After all, suddenly making a heart shape with his hands in front of the camera was not something a president would do, but he actually did it.

He didn't even know what he was thinking at the time.

When Qin Zhaochuan thought about what had just happened, he wished he could fall off the Qin Group building right away. Why did he think Song Xianyin was making a heart shape with her hands? He must have gone crazy.

The next day, Secretary Lin looked at Qin Zhaochuan, who had dark circles under his eyes, and comforted him, "President, why don't you take a rest? You didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

Can understand.

Qin Zhaochuan sneered, "Secretary Lin, who told you to guess my schedule? I went to bed at ten o'clock yesterday."

Secretary Lin didn't argue with him and handed him today's newspaper with both hands.

Qin Zhaochuan pretended not to see it and kept staring at the computer.

He knew she must have written today's headlines; she practically monopolized all the headlines in City A these days.

Secretary Lin encouraged, "President, don't you want to take a look? Miss Song took some pretty good photos."

Qin Zhaochuan lowered his eyes, looking completely unconcerned: "So what? It's not like I haven't seen her work before. Is it that special?"

He won't watch it; it's too embarrassing.

He set her messages to "Do Not Disturb" last night, and she really didn't send him any messages all night!

He was furious. Wasn't she going to comfort him? He was so embarrassed; his face was burning red.

Qin Zhaochuan kept an eye on Secretary Lin's movements out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that he had closed the door, Qin Zhaochuan quickly picked up the newspaper.

Seeing the familiar exaggerated headline, Qin Zhaochuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The thought of her watching his videos all night made Qin Zhaochuan's ears turn red. Okay, he'd forgive her for ignoring him.

"Well written," Qin Zhaochuan thought, holding the newspaper. He skipped over the official words and savored the text imbued with Song Xianyin's personal feelings.

There are people in the world who understand him so well; his choice was definitely right.

After reading it several times, Qin Zhaochuan took out other newspapers from the cabinet and admired them again.

Being a reporter is never an easy job, but Qin Zhaochuan wanted to understand Song Xianyin better, so he spent all his time with her.

Song Xianyin was a little uncomfortable at first, but she gradually got used to his presence.

So what if she felt uncomfortable? He wouldn't leave no matter how persistent he was.

Today happens to be the weekend, and Qin Zhaochuan went on an interview with Song Xianyin again.

Song Xianyin walked ahead carrying the camera, while Qin Zhaochuan followed behind her, panting and carrying a bag. It seemed like he really couldn't handle this kind of stamina-testing work.

Song Xianyin noticed Qin Zhaochuan, who was covered in sweat, and ran to his side: "Qin Zhaochuan, why don't you go back first? It's still quite a distance."

He really didn't need to stay with her; she was already used to being alone.

Moreover, when he comes, she has to keep an eye on him from time to time, which reduces her efficiency.

Qin Zhaochuan was panting. He shook his head and said, "It's okay, I just came here to exercise."

Their relationship had finally taken a step forward recently, and he wasn't going to give up so easily.

Qin Zhaochuan glanced at Song Xianyin, took out a sun hat from his bag and put it on her, then gently pushed her: "You go with her first."

This was an event to help farmers. The area is extremely remote, and cars can't get in at all. They spent almost the entire day traveling.

In the muddy countryside, Qin Zhaochuan looked at his shoes covered in mud and felt like crying; he looked terrible now.

He's so naive.

The village elders all walked faster than him, and the old woman and Song Xianyin quickly disappeared from sight. Qin Zhaochuan decided he needed to do more endurance training; he seemed a bit too weak, and his muscles were simply not enough...

The fields are lush and green, and the wind carries the scent of soil and grass.

But Qin Zhaochuan wasn't happy at all, because it was hot air blowing...

She should have already started the interview; he can go directly to the old man's house later.

As he continued on his way, he suddenly saw a blurry figure running towards him.

He stared blankly at Song Xianyin in front of him. Her face was flushed from the sun, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. She handed him the water, her eyes crinkling.

"Qin Zhaochuan, you're quite impressive."

Many of her male colleagues were too lazy to come with her, but Qin Zhaochuan actually persisted.

Qin Zhaochuan looked into her bright eyes, his ears turned red, and he felt his heart beating a little fast, wondering if he had already suffered from heatstroke.

Qin Zhaochuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He turned his head and asked, "Why did you come to pick me up?"

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "I was afraid of losing you, so I left my things at Grandma's house and came to find you."

"Oh," Qin Zhaochuan said in a muffled voice, his heart pounding with joy. So he was that important to her.

When Qin Zhaochuan arrived at his grandmother's house, he found several elderly people waiting for him, and he suddenly felt a little awkward.

He never thought anything of being late before, since it was only natural for others to wait for him.

Song Xianyin had already started interviewing those elderly people, and Qin Zhaochuan was watching her intently from the side.

He knew how much preparation she had done for today. He watched her learn the local dialect every day because the elderly people here couldn't understand Mandarin, and she was afraid that hiring a translator would create a distance between her and the elderly.

Song Xianyin patiently took notes, while her grandmother started crying as she spoke: "The village chief took our pension, which was only a little over two hundred yuan, and he won't give it back to us..."

Song Xianyin wiped away her tears and gently comforted them.

Qin Zhaochuan couldn't understand what they were saying. All he could hear was the chirping of cicadas and the occasional barking of dogs. He didn't know whose family had started cooking, but a woman was calling out to her child to come home for dinner.

Qin Zhaochuan was completely unfamiliar with this scene; he had never been to such a place before.

Watching Song Xianyin explaining the elderly care policy to them, Qin Zhaochuan thought she was dazzling. She was very good at entertainment news, and she was also very good at this kind of thing. It seemed like she could succeed at anything.

Song Xianyin has an irresistible magnetic field that makes people want to get close to her. Qin Zhaochuan suddenly felt a little inferior. Surely a lot of people like her.

A poisonous mosquito flew onto her hand, and Qin Zhaochuan quickly took out mosquito repellent from his bag and sprayed it on her hand.

Don't be so arrogant, you dead mosquito!

Secretary Lin called, and he quietly went outside. He listened quietly to what Secretary Lin had to say, while several children watched him curiously.

As Qin Zhaochuan gazed at the crimson sunset and the unknown birds flying overhead, he felt a sense of peace settle in his heart.

After Song Xianyin finished the interview, her grandmother insisted that she stay for a meal.

Song Xianyin glanced at Qin Zhaochuan beside her and said with a smile, "Come eat again next time."