I am the champion

Mr. He's professional conduct is indeed top-tier in the country.

In those three seconds when the whole audience was in an uproar and the director didn't know which camera to cut to, he forcibly caught Lin Wanwan's words, which were comparable to dropping a nuclear bomb in the entertainment industry.

"We can see Wanwan is very excited today! Indeed, every dream chaser persisting on the path of music cannot do without the support of family, friends, and their talent scout!" Mr. He held the microphone, managing to blur the concept of a boyfriend into a talent scout.

"Let's give another round of applause to Lin Wanwan, and also to Taylor Swift, who brought infinite surprises tonight!"

Thunderous applause erupted again.

The live comments were completely going crazy at this point.

"Talent scout my ass! That tone was definitely for a boyfriend!"

"The director just cut to the VIP area, and I think I saw a dark figure! Did anyone get a screenshot!"

"Lin Wanwan is too brave, directly making a soft announcement right after winning the championship?"

"A man who can invite Tay-Tay, what kind of god-level capitalist boss is this?"

"Where are Zhou Chengyu's fans? Come out and say something? Weren't you just bragging about your idol?"

In the shadows behind the side of the stage, Chen Zhi pulled up the collar of his cashmere coat, blocking most of his face.

This girl is really reckless.

Before coming, he repeatedly warned her to keep a low profile, but look at her, in front of tens of millions of people, she was just short of reading out his ID number.

David sat next to him, muttering in his half-baked Chinese, "Boss, on Wall Street, such high-profile acts of claiming sovereignty are usually for dividing the family property."

"Shut up." Chen Zhi was a bit speechless.

The award ceremony ended quickly. Lin Wanwan won the championship of the second season of "Singer" by a landslide. The peak real-time viewership rating reached 10.7%, breaking the highest record for live variety shows on Hunan TV in the past three years.

People were coming and going in the backstage corridor.

Director Wang saw Chen Zhi coming from a distance and trotted up to meet him.

"Mr. Chen, it was perfect! The station director called personally! What do you think about the celebration banquet..."

"Forget it." Chen Zhi waved his hand. "Ms. Taylor's team has a flight tomorrow morning and needs to rest. Wanwan's manager will arrange things on her end."

Director Wang agreed repeatedly and stepped aside.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came from the side.

Zhou Chengyu came down from the stage with his management team and happened to run into Chen Zhi.

Zhou Chengyu stopped.

He looked at Chen Zhi, then at Taylor, who was surrounded by bodyguards behind him.

"Congratulations."

Zhou Chengyu spoke.

"The power of capital is indeed strong. I've really witnessed it today."

His manager's expression changed, and he quickly pulled at his sleeve.

Chen Zhi stopped and tilted his head to look at him.

"Mr. Zhou, let me give you a piece of advice."

Zhou Chengyu was taken aback.

"Go back and practice your singing." Chen Zhi patted his shoulder. "Lin Wanwan only sang one song today, and only invited one guest. Next time, if someone makes her unhappy, I might have to move the entire Grammy judging panel over to back her up."

After patting his shoulder, he withdrew his hand and walked away.

Zhou Chengyu's manager grabbed his arm, cursed something under his breath, and dragged him into the public dressing room.

David flattered him from the side, "Boss, when it comes to acting cool, I will always be your student."

Chen Zhi couldn't be bothered with him and walked towards Lin Wanwan's dressing room.

The door was only pushed halfway open when a white figure crashed into his arms.

"Chen Zhi!" Lin Wanwan, still wearing that white dress, wrapped her arms around his neck, kicked off with both legs, and hung her entire body onto him.

"I won! I'm the champion!"

Su Man sat next to the dressing table, turning her head to stare at the fire hydrant in the corner with a serious expression, as if studying its instructions for use.

"At least you know you're the champion." Chen Zhi put her down and pinched her nose. "National live broadcast, tens of millions of people watching. What were you thinking when you said those words?"

Lin Wanwan blinked her eyes, speaking with self-assurance: "I was thinking of you."

Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment, unexpectedly unable to find words to retort.

"You promised me." Lin Wanwan brought her face closer, her warm breath hitting Chen Zhi's chin, her voice soft and sweet. "If I won the championship, you would reward me."

Saying this, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes still trembling slightly, and her rosy lips pouted slightly.

Who could resist this.

Chen Zhi didn't even care about Su Man, who was still playing dead next to them, and lowered his head to kiss those lips.

Lin Wanwan let out a soft sound and tightened her arms.

After about a minute, Su Man next to them really couldn't take it anymore and coughed loudly twice: "Ahem! Um... you two ancestors, can you consider the life and death of this single dog? There are still dozens of media outlets waiting for an interview outside the door!"

Only then did Lin Wanwan jump down from Chen Zhi with a blushing face, hiding in front of the dressing table to fix her hair.

"Turn down the interviews." Chen Zhi turned to look at Su Man. "Just say her voice is overdrawn and she needs to rest."

Su Man nodded, hesitating for a moment: "Wanwan's popularity is too high tonight. The top ten trending topics on Weibo are all about her. I guess there are already paparazzi digging into your background."

"Let them dig." Chen Zhi pulled over a chair and sat down. "As long as they didn't photograph my face, all related information will be blocked across the whole internet by tomorrow morning."

He was now the largest shareholder of ByteDance and had close ties with the head of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology. If he could still be scared by a few paparazzi, these past few years would have been spent in vain.

Lin Wanwan changed out of that stage outfit, put on her hoodie and jeans from the daytime, and ran to Chen Zhi's side, holding up that heavy trophy like offering a treasure.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Chen Zhi weighed it in his hand.

Just then, the phone in his pants pocket suddenly vibrated.

Chen Zhi's hand paused.

An ominous premonition crept into his heart.

He stuffed the trophy back into Lin Wanwan's hands, took out his phone, and glanced at the screen.

The first one on the list.

Pei Ningxue.

She sent a screenshot.

The screenshot was from the live broadcast, the frame where Lin Wanwan looked affectionately into the distance, holding the microphone and saying "Dedicated to him".

Immediately after, a second message popped up.

It was a screenshot of flight information.

[Flight number CZ88XX, tomorrow morning at 7:15, Changsha Huanghua Airport to Beijing Daxing.]

The third message.

[First Class 1A, Chen Zhi.]

Chen Zhi stared at the screen, feeling a bit of a headache.

This CFO didn't make a fuss.

She directly bought a ticket for the earliest flight tomorrow morning.

The meaning was very clear: get your ass back here.

Chen Zhi was just about to type a reply.

Another white dialog box popped up at the top of the screen.

It was Li Zhiyi.

[Li Zhiyi: Chen Zhi, are you asleep?]

[Li Zhiyi: Our dorm was just watching the Singer finals, and Lin Wanwan won the championship.]

[Li Zhiyi: That boyfriend who gifted her Taylor as a guest must love her very much.]

Chen Zhi's finger froze in mid-air.

What seemed like a simple sigh of emotion was actually secretly talking about him.

Chen Zhi rubbed his cheeks and quickly replied to Li Zhiyi.

[I was just busy with company project testing and didn't watch TV. This spectacle is indeed quite exaggerated. Rest early, I'll go back to Beijing tomorrow to find you.]

After sending this message, he switched back to Pei Ningxue's chat window.

He replied with an "Okay."