They surrounded me right after the breakup.

When Jiang Han arrived home, all the lights in the house were on.

The living room looked like it had been overturned; the sofa cushions were askew, and the coffee table was covered with snacks and cut fruit.

Xiao Xiao sat barefoot on the blanket, holding up her phone to read the comments.

"Xingyue went berserk; President Jiang didn't even lift an eyelid the entire time."

"This guy is such a show-off, I really like him."

"Tonight's trophies are enough for Xingyue to open a hardware store."

She read it with intonation and rhythm, and even the last syllable had a turn.

Lin Yaoyao nestled to the side, laughing so hard she slapped her thigh.

"Are you reading a commentary or a straight man's line?" Shen Qingning placed a cup of hot milk next to Jiang Han.

"This is a reproduction of the original voice," Xiao Xiao said without looking up.

"There's something even more outrageous, want to hear it?"

"Read it aloud." Lin Yaoyao opened a bag of potato chips.

"Yang Mi's way of calling him 'President Jiang' gave me the creeps. Does she have something going on with Jiang Han?"

After Xiao Xiao finished reading, she grinned first.

The room fell silent for half a second before everyone looked at Jiang Han.

Jiang Han sat down on the sofa and stretched out his two long legs.

"What are you watching? Everything that happened at the film festival was broadcast live."

"They asked you if you have anything." Lin Yaoyao winked.

"What's wrong with her? If I had something going on with her, would I be watching the replay with you guys tonight?" Jiang Han said.

"Who knows? You might be rushing to another event." Xiao Xiao was the quickest to reply.

Jiang Han reached out and flicked her forehead.

Xiao Xiao covered her forehead and rolled onto Liu Meng.

Liu Meng pulled her up, put a cushion under her back, and didn't say anything.

The TV was showing a replay of Jiang Han accepting the Best Screenplay award.

He stood in front of the microphone and said that the award should go to Teacher Liu.

Applause erupted from the screen, and the people in the room joined in.

"He looks the most handsome at this moment," Qiu Siyao said softly.

"When isn't he handsome?" Lin Yaoyao added, munching on potato chips.

"Xia Xia was in top form tonight too. When the camera panned across her, her jawline was straighter than my rice bowl." Xiao Xiao flipped to a screenshot and showed it to Shen Qingning.

"The media calls her the legal elite by President Jiang's side," Lin Yaoyao sighed.

Xia Yutong was peeling an orange when she heard this and just snorted.

"They said I was an elite, but they didn't say who I was."

"You always were." Liu Meng took a segment of orange that she was offered.

"He's just an elite who wears a dark gray suit and sits in the row behind President Jiang," Xiao Xiao said with a grin.

The replay continues, and the Best Actress award goes to Yang Mi.

"President Jiang, thank you for protecting our industry." The words of gratitude were amplified from the speakers on both sides of the television, each one clear and distinct.

The potato chips in Lin Yaoyao's mouth no longer tasted good.

"This woman really knows how to choose words."

"She never does anything without preparation," Shen Qingning said.

"You won several awards but didn't thank him, and she said it all for you." Xia Yutong handed an orange to Jiang Han's mouth.

Jiang Han opened his mouth and ate it.

"I only understand now how you won over Yang Mi," Xiao Xiao said, turning her head.

"Don't talk nonsense about whether you can get it or not," Jiang Han said.

"I was just praising your abilities."

"Just enjoy your snacks and stop worrying about adult matters."

"Am I small? I was still..." Xiao Xiao was only halfway through her sentence when Lin Yaoyao stuffed potato chips into her mouth and held her down firmly.

The TV started showing the final group photo segment.

Guo Fan won four awards for his two films, Starry Night and Moonlit Night, and he ran around the venue carrying the trophies.

Jiang Han didn't go up; he just went out through the side door, and the camera followed him for a full seven seconds.

"President Jiang's steps were more eye-catching than the red carpet," Liu Meng said.

"These few moves have completely stolen the limelight," Xia Yutong said.

Jiang Han's phone rang once, then a second, then a third, and it kept ringing.

He remained nestled on the sofa, not even glancing at it.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Shen Qingning asked.

"It's either dating or dinner parties, it's boring."

"Tonight there might really be a few bosses you can't avoid," Xia Yutong warned.

"If you can't avoid it, talk about it tomorrow."

Jiang Han took the remote and turned off the TV.

The screen went dark, and the room fell silent.

"No business tonight," he said.

"I'll stay with you."

Xiao Xiao's eyes immediately lit up.

"Then you can ask me about last night..." Lin Yaoyao stuffed another potato chip into her mouth.

"Let's play something fun," Jiang Han said, patting the empty seat next to him.

"Delete the news article you read today first," Shen Qingning said suddenly while fiddling with her phone.

"Which one?" Qiu Siyao asked.

"Xiao Xiao, the post you made on Weibo this afternoon."

"What did I post?" Xiao Xiao feigned ignorance.

Lin Yaoyao pulled out her phone and read aloud: "We have a movie star at home, want to watch?" The accompanying picture was of Jiang Han receiving an award tonight.

Xiao Xiao pounced on him and grabbed it.

Jiang Han watched them fool around with a smile.

The night outside the window was very dark.

Under the warm light of the living room, the six women and he, seven people, turned the lingering warmth of the entire film festival into their own little dish.

No one mentioned the ratings or trending topics again.

That's perfect.

The next day, when Jiang Han arrived at the company, the entire floor looked like it had been set on fire beforehand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jiang." The receptionist stood exceptionally straight.

Jiang Han nodded and walked towards the conference room.

Before he even entered, Fang Chongwen came out to greet him.

"You've finally arrived. My phone hasn't stopped ringing since seven o'clock this morning."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Han sat down.

Fang Chongwen handed over a stack of newspapers.

"Every front page is filled with stars and the moon."

Jiang Han glanced at it.

"Star Moon Media's Private Screening: Jianghan's Biggest Winner," "Two Films, Four Awards: Star Moon Media Becomes the Biggest Dark Horse," "From Music to Film: Jianghan's Long-Term Approach."

The titles are getting more and more impressive.

"Where's Zhou Feng?" Jiang Han asked.

"In the conference room, they're spreading out all the newspapers they can buy today on the table," Fang Chongwen said, wiping his sweat.

Jiang Han pushed open the conference room door, and Zhou Feng had already set up half a table.

"Chairman Jiang, look at this display. Morning Post, Early Morning Post, Business Daily, Entertainment Magazine, they're all in the newspapers."

Zhou Feng then took out two magazines from his bag and presented them to Jiang Han.

"I went to three convenience stores this morning to collect all of these."

"You've worked hard." Jiang Han flipped through a couple of pages of the magazine and put it down.

"Let's catch up on the momentum at today's morning meeting." He sat down.

"First, we will synchronize the overseas distribution data of 'The Wandering Earth' and use this wave to give the North American and European markets another boost."

"Secondly, the pre-production preparation for the sequel to 'Ne Zha' has begun, and we aim to release the first concept art early next year."

"Thirdly, we need to meet with Feilong's people again regarding overseas channels. Xingyue can't just focus on content; it needs to establish a strong distribution presence as well."

Fang Chongwen quickly jotted it down.

Zhou Feng also opened his notebook.

"Is there anything else? Let's talk about it all at once." Jiang Han looked around.

"The media who want to see you today are already booked until tomorrow morning," Fang Chongwen said.

"I turned them all down, and only accepted one offer that has an official partnership with the film festival."

"Understood." Fang Chongwen nodded.

Jiang Han picked up the tea in front of him and took a sip.

The hot air rises.

He had a feeling.

Starting today, the speed of this machine in our company will change again.