Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 224 The day I give you a title is getting closer! [Revised]

After a period of revelry, the car restarted and headed to the event venue.

Yan Zhuoyu sat upright in the back, searching for the award information of "Yaoyun Jue" on the official website. After finding it, she immediately sent it to Pei Weijin.

[Zhuo: Honey, look! I won an award! Aren't you super excited and happy? The day I give you my official status is getting closer and closer!]

Immediately afterwards, she posted a little fox emoji asking for praise.

After sending the message, Yan Zhuoyu didn't keep staring at her phone waiting for a reply. She remembered that the schedule Secretary Meng had sent her yesterday stated that Pei Weijin should be on a plane right now and wouldn't be able to see her messages.

The little fox wasn't saddened by the lack of immediate praise, nor was it discouraged in the slightest; on the contrary, she became even more determined.

Yan Zhuoyu turned her head and opened Weibo again.

She first retweeted the production team's Weibo post and generously gave away a 100,000 yuan red envelope. Then she retweeted the official Weibo post announcing her winning the prize and gave away another 100,000 yuan red envelope.

She's determined to be the spendthrift today.

Qiao Xinyun just glanced at her and ignored her, pretending not to see it, since giving out red envelopes wouldn't have any negative impact anyway.

After sending out the two large red envelopes, Yan Zhuoyu looked at the number of followers on her account that kept soaring and her smile deepened.

The fans happily accepted the red envelopes.

[Long live Zhuobao! I won't take it for free, but I don't have any other skills, so I'll just wish you a Happy New Year in advance!]

[Sister, you either do charity work with the money you earn from acting, or you just dump it all into the hands of us fans. You're such a saint, don't do that again next time!]

[This is hilarious! Who else gets so many red envelopes and small gifts every few days like we do when we're chasing after celebrities? Not only do we not spend any money, but we even make a couple of bucks off Sister Yan! It's a steal!]

Passersby stumbled upon these messages on the homepage, and regardless of whether they knew Yan Zhuoyu or not, their positive feelings towards her skyrocketed as soon as they received the red envelope.

The production team of "Yao Yun Jue" was incredibly generous this time, directly spending money to get the drama trending on social media. They also heavily promoted the drama, held fan-created content events, and actively encouraged fans to participate, hoping to generate another wave of buzz for the series.

The event venue.

On the red carpet, amidst dazzling stars, a beautiful woman appeared in the media's lenses.

Yan Zhuoyu smiled. She wasn't wearing a dress today, but a well-tailored black retro suit, with her fluffy black curly hair casually falling over her shoulders.

With deep-set eyes and a commanding presence, her striking features appear even more defined under the lights, resembling a rebellious heroine from an old Hong Kong film.

The sound of camera shutters kept clicking. Some media outlets had ulterior motives and wanted to take unflattering photos of her from strange angles and then post them on Weibo to gain traffic.

But when they crouched down and adjusted the camera angle, they could only capture Yan Zhuoyu's cold and beautiful expression, her gaze both domineering and mocking.

After signing her name, Yan Zhuoyu turned around and prepared to enter.

As soon as she entered, she spotted Fan Wenran in the corner, standing there like a withdrawn little mushroom.

As luck would have it, just as Yan Zhuoyu took two steps toward her, Fan Wenran seemed to sense something and looked up at her, waving energetically.

"Sister Yan, I've been waiting for you here for ages."

Fan Wenran's voice wasn't very loud, and Yan Zhuoyu quickly walked to her side.

Didn't I send you a message on WeChat asking you to find a seat and wait?

After the two were seated, Fan Wenran immediately relaxed.

"Ah, sitting is so much more comfortable. These high heels get so tiring after just a short while. I miss my soft, comfortable sneakers~"

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled: "You're so silly. I saw on your WeChat Moments that you just finished a physical test a few days ago. Were you very tired?"

Fan Wenran said weakly, "My roommates all said they weren't tired, but for someone like me who's terrible at sports, it was really too much for me. I was just five seconds short of passing the 800-meter test, and the teacher told me to find time to retest. Where can I complain to him? I'm so sad."

After a long time apart, Fan Wenran seemed to have a lot to say to Yan Zhuoyu.

The awards ceremony is about to begin. The lights in the venue gradually dim, and the spotlight focuses on the center of the stage. The host takes the microphone and goes on stage.

As the awards were announced one by one, the celebrities went on stage to accept them.

Yan Zhuoyu listened attentively to the host's speech.

Fan Wenran quietly covered her mouth with her hand and said to Yan Zhuoyu, "Sister Yan, the official list of winners hasn't been released this year, and I haven't received any notification either. I'm a little nervous. Are you nervous?"

Yan Zhuoyu, on the other hand, seemed quite calm. She had participated in this event for two consecutive years, only to be a pretty face and walk the runway before returning empty-handed.

She has already received notifications for other awards today, so she won't feel too disappointed even if she didn't win one.

However, Yan Zhuoyu turned her head to look at Fan Wenran, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly remembered the girl's other identity.

Teacher Lie.

With that thought, Yan Zhuoyu's attention wandered, and she couldn't help but want to tease Fan Wenran.

"I'm not very nervous, but I can teach you a method to relieve tension, which is very effective."

Fan Wenran blinked curiously: "What method?"

"I read novels to relax when I'm nervous, but I can't touch my phone in this kind of situation. How about I tell you about a short story I recently read?"

Fan Wenran nodded slightly: "Sure, I like reading novels too!"

She didn't dare say that she not only loved reading, but also loved writing.

"This novel was written by one of my fans."

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled softly, and just then the camera in the venue turned around. The viewers in the live stream were precisely struck by the beauty's smile, and the number of comments instantly doubled.

Yan Zhuoyu paused for a moment, and after the camera turned away, she lowered her voice and began to tell Fan Wenran the story.

The story is titled: "During the day, she draws hearts on her unspeakable hand; what wonderful use will this lipstick have at night...?"

Fan Wenran murmured in confusion, "What wonderful use..."

Wait a minute, why does this story title sound so familiar?!

It seems like she wrote it.

She looked at Yan Zhuoyu in alarm: "Sister...Sister! Stop talking, it's making me even more nervous!"

Yan Zhuoyu feigned ignorance and asked, "What's wrong? I think she wrote it quite well, why are you so nervous?"

Her watery eyes were full of innocence, but she was secretly delighted to uncover other people's true identities.

Fan Wenran's eyes were lifeless, as if she had lost all her strength and power: "It's nothing, I misspoke just now. Actually, I'm not nervous at all, I'm very relaxed. Thank you, Sister Yan. I don't want to hear any more stories. Let's focus on the awards ceremony."

She's so relaxed right now, so relaxed she feels like her soul is leaving her body.