Just now, after hanging up the phone call with Yicheng, Mufeng suddenly remembered that he didn’t have Jiang Xun’s cell phone number. It wouldn’t look good if he didn’t recognize her number if she were to call him.

And so, he asked Yicheng for Jiang Xun’s number and recorded it in his address book, then marked her as a special contact. This way, when he opened the contact list, he could see Jiang Xun at the top of the list.

Right after he finished doing that, his phone buzzed, showing Jiang Xun’s name on the screen. “It’s me, Jiang Xun,” she finally spoke after a brief silence.

“Jiang Xun?” Mufeng pretended to be surprised.

Jiang Xun took the initiative to explain, “I got your number from Mr. Wang. I didn’t mean anything by it; I just heard from him that you were the one who found out that Lin Youyan was the one spreading rumors about me. I wanted to thank you.”

Mufeng’s laughter rumbled in his throat. “You’re welcome.”

“I still have your coat.” Jiang Xun was afraid that she would wrinkle it, so she deliberately left some space in her closet to hang his coat up. “I’ll bring it to Mr. Wang in a few days and ask him to pass it to you.”

It was also convenient for her; she was supposed to go over to sign the contract involving her participation in Accelerated Flight, so she would just give the coat to Mufeng then.

Mufeng paused for a moment, his fingers tapping frantically on the sofa. “Okay.”

Jiang Xun scratched her head, then said awkwardly, “You’ve helped me so much, and I don’t know how to thank you. Anyway, if you need my help with anything, just let me know. If you’re in danger, you can also ask me to be your bodyguard.”

Mufeng remained silent.

Why would she think of being a bodyguard of all things?

“I’ll tell you when I think of something,” Mufeng said as he looked at his left hand. It was slightly clenched, as if holding something.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xun heaved a sigh of relief. As long as she could return the favor, it would be fine.

After disconnecting the call, Jiang Xun received a wechat friend request from Mufeng, to which she accepted.

Mufeng held his phone in hand, staring at the private message screen with Jiang Xun before typing, “If you want to thank me, why don’t you treat me to a meal?”

He shook his head and deleted it. That was too old-fashioned.

Then, he typed out a different message. “When are you going to Shanpin?”

He deleted it again.

After a few rounds of typing out a message and deleting it, Mufeng finally sent out two words: “Good night.”

Jiang Xun stared at the message blankly.

Was Mufeng’s bedtime so early?

It was only eight o’clock in the evening. What kind of schedule was this even for an old man?

In the end, she replied with a “Good night” of her own before searching up Accelerated Flight on Feng Videos.

Jiang Xun hadn’t been in this world for long, and in the time she’d been here, most of her time had been split between studying and earning Merit Points. She hadn’t had much time to watch things like dramas and variety shows.

Apparently, two episodes had already been broadcast. After Jiang Xun watched them, he roughly understood the nature of this variety show. There would be people dressed in black who would be in charge of capturing the show’s guests. If a guest was captured, they would be eliminated. The guests who successfully completed their mission without getting caught by the black-clothed people would win the game.

“This is the same as escaping from zombies,” Jiang Xun mumbled. If she regarded the black-clothed people as zombies, she would be able to more easily escape from them.

The system, sensing something off about her, said, “Host? You can decapitate zombies, but not these humans, you know?”

“It’s fine. It’s not like they’ll be able to outrun me.”

“…”

So she really was thinking about that!

*

After wishing Jiang Xun good night, Mufeng put his phone aside in annoyance. He hadn’t been thinking straight just now. Why would he just wish her a good night as if he had nothing better to do?

But since he’d already sent the message, it was time to lie in the metaphorical bed he’d made.

Mufeng exited the chat box with Jiang Xun and placed Jiang Xun at the top of the chat list. Then, he called Wei Zhiqian.

“How are the guest invitations for the next episode of Accelerated Flight coming along?” Mufeng asked, having remembered that Jiang Xun was going to be on the next episode.

Zhiqian was really stumped by his question. “How would I know? Feng Videos is just a company under Wei Feng. Do you keep an eye on Qin Yang Departmental Store every day?”

“…Go and ask for me,” Mufeng said bluntly.

“That’s fine, but why are you suddenly concerned about the progress of our variety show?” Zhiqian asked curiously.

“Go ask first.”

“Okay, okay.” Zhiqian clicked his tongue. “You’re really capricious.”

Mufeng didn’t reply to that.

Zhiqian hung up the phone and went to ask the question. Not long after, he replied to Mufeng.

“The next batch of guests have basically been finalized. Right now, they’re only missing a CEO-type of guest. The thing is the CEOs who would be willing to participate probably are only doing so to brush up their image in the entertainment industry. Even then, if they aren’t entertaining enough, the audience won’t remember them. Of course, if they are entertaining, then it won’t be a problem, but how would a CEO have enough time to participate in a variety show to begin with?”

Mufeng cleared his throat with a cough.

Did Zhiqian not realize that there was a ready-made candidate here?

Indeed, Zhiqian didn’t get the hint and continued on. “I’ve already told them to get the director to change his train of thought and stop setting his sights on president-like participants, but he actually asked me to handle it! Do I look like I have that much free time?”

“Ahem!” Mufeng cleared his throat again.

Zhiqian finally noticed that something was wrong and was a little puzzled. “Is your throat alright? If not, then please take some medicine. You can even take a throat lozenge or something.”

Mufeng was stunned speechless by his words.

Why was he so close to this idiot!

“…I gave it some thought. I happen to be free next week.” Mufeng felt that he couldn’t count on Zhiqian to realize it himself, so he could only continue to drop hints.

Both ends of the phone fell into an awkward silence at the same time. After a short while, Zhiqian suddenly said, “Are you that free?”

“…”

“Did I understand you correctly?” Zhiqian asked with uncertainty. “You mean you’re free to participate in Accelerated Flight?”

“Only if it’s the recording of the next episode. I’m only free for the next episode,” Mufeng repeated.

Zhiqian was speechless. He had never expected Mufeng to have enough time to take part in a variety show. Everyone knew how busy the man was, after all.

“Mufeng, are you planning to enter the entertainment industry?” Zhiqian thought to himself. Now that he gave it a little thought, Mufeng was indeed handsome enough to do so successfully, butthere was no need for that, was there?

“I’m not.” Mufeng raised his hand and pinched the space between his brows. He knew that his sudden request to participate in a variety show did sound very unusual, but even he himself couldn’t give a reasonable explanation as to why.

He wanted to participate because Jiang Xun had agreed to the show’s invitation.

But why did he want to join Jiang Xun’s show specifically?

He decided not to give it too much thought. He hadn’t even considered whether Zhiqian was interested in him joining or not.

“I just happen to be free.” Mufeng raised his eyebrows. “So do you want to invite me to your show or not?”

“Yes, please.” Zhiqian quickly said, “It’s best if you’re willing to participate. I’ll tell the director now.”