Chapter 1697: The Grand Display

The crew confirmed the time for Chu Yao’s flight landing and picked her up even more eagerly than Mo Tingshen.

President Mo was left on the side, so angry he laughed.

At the event, Nan Jiaojiao also went. She was escorted through the backdoor personally by Sister Mi. Out of curiosity, she slipped out to buy a cup of milk tea and witness the influence of top celebrities.

It’s an understatement to describe it as a sea of people.

The male lead of The Empress’s Killing might not be on par with Chu Yao, but he ranks in the top three among male celebrities.

A drama featuring two top celebrities is rare. After all, few crews can secure such investment; simply put, they can’t afford the salaries.

Luckily, President Mo is affluent and powerful.

The crew prepared a VVIP seat for Mo Tingshen, with treatment better than the actors, even a separate lounge. But Mo Tingshen didn’t attend; he didn’t have time to rest. He personally participated in all the setups on the scene. Almost all the LED screens on the street were playing “The Empress’s Killing” trailer, the flower parade, and there were fresh flowers and various cakes to entertain fans and media, all top brands. After the roadshow ends, dozens of tables were arranged in the hotel.

In terms of marketing and PR, as long as it involves Chu Yao, Mo Tingshen takes care of everything, showing off the domineering president attributes undoubtedly.

Unknown how many actresses within the industry are jealous.

Nan Jiaojiao watched from afar. Upon seeing the parade float, she retracted her neck instantly, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

She ran back to the lounge, pulled up a chair, and sat in front of Chu Yao, with a mischievous smile never leaving her lips.

“I’m so jealous of you.”

Chu Yao’s eyelid twitched, “Say something sensible, I considered you my dear sister.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s smile almost reached the back of her ears, “When you’re laid to rest, the scene will be bigger than today.”

Chu Yao’s face twitched, “What do you mean?”

The makeup artist held her restless face in place, complaining, “Xiao Yao, cooperate a bit, the makeup has been messed up several times; if it doesn’t get right this time, my hand will turn into chicken claw cramps.”

“How many times has it been ruined?”

Nan Jiaojiao winked exaggeratedly, “Has ‘someone’ shown up?”

“Who is ‘someone’?!”

The makeup artist turned her head instantly; previously looking miserable, her eyes now burned with gossip flames.

No way Nan Jiaojiao would say someone’s name; she was so loyal. Although she didn’t ask, she knew someone was having an underground romance, yet she intentionally played coy, making a face like “I’m about to spill the secret any moment now.”

Chu Yao kicked her chair, “Looking for trouble, huh? Say things I understand!”

“Oh.”

Nan Jiaojiao showed her a photo.

“See it, right? The parade float, aside from flowers, it’s covered with various stereoscopic photos of you, looks like a funeral procession.”

“…”

A procession for what?

It was clearly a sea of flowers and…

Never mind, can’t explain, does seem like a funeral procession.

She snatched Nan Jiaojiao’s phone and called Mo Tingshen. The phone rang for a long time before answering, Mo Tingshen’s warm smiling voice came through, “What’s wrong, sister?”

“Call me sister, huh! Get rid of the parade float!”

Mo Tingshen paused momentarily, “Honey, what’s wrong, isn’t it nice?”

Chu Yao sent the photo to Mo Tingshen without saying a word, “Take a look yourself, is this nice? What’s the deal with so many champagne white lilies; might as well use white chrysanthemums below my photo; I’m not dead yet, and here you go with this.”

“…”

He murmured softly, “I asked them to add more roses; they said the color coordination wasn’t nice, so they used the lighter colors.”