Mr Fu, I Really Love You Chapter 47 - Not A Slap Instead?

Chapter 47: Not A Slap Instead?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Who would have known that Lin Nuan would straight away throw her script onto the dressing table and stand up?
Lin Nuan, with her height of 1.72 meters and her high heels, had a domineering aura when she stood up, causing the make-up artist to take an involuntary step back
Lin Nuan scanned the nametag at the front of the make-up artist’s shirt, saying, “Shen Weiwei, I know that Sister Lin has a high status and is important in the morning news department, I don’t need you to, so early in the morning, specifically pick the time where I’m memorizing my script to come and remind me, if you’re taking this opportunity to tell me… that if I want to get your recognition like Sister Lin did, I’d have to gift you branded bags and cosmetics like she did. If so, then sorry—that’s not my style. We’re all getting paid to do our share of work; no one owes anyone anything.”
Lin Nuan saw that the make-up artist Shen Weiwei still had the small tuft of her hair in hand so she casually used her phone to take a photo.
Shocked, Shen Weiwei hurriedly threw away the hair in her hands.
“I already said I didn’t do it on purpose! We’re all colleagues here…” Shen Weiwei replied guiltily.
Since she had already gotten the evidence, Lin Nuan kept her phone in her pocket, and said with a strict face, “If Sister Lin didn’t give you bags and cosmetics, would you have chosen a time where she was memorizing a script to ramble on and on, then found an opportunity to pluck off a tuft of her hair? Are you sure that if you do that, Sister Lin would still give you bags and cosmetics, and not a slap instead?”
Lin Nuan was indeed a newcomer, and she did not want to fight with someone on the first day of work. She tried her best to calm down, but when she saw her hair she still couldn’t resist saying the last line.
Shen Weiwei couldn’t bring herself to apologize as she tightened her grip on the comb.
These past years, Shen Weiwei had been pampered by Sister Lin and she always thought that she had a special position in the morning news department.
“This is the first time, and I hope the last time. I’m not asking you to treat me like you do Sister Lin, I just want you to do your job well so we can interact like normal colleagues. Fighting won’t do either of us any good!”
Lin Nuan said what she had to and returned to her seat at the dressing table, picking up her script once more.
Pale-faced, Shen Weiwei stood behind Lin Nuan as she bit her lips, hesitating for a moment before stepping forward to style Lin Nuan.
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It was Lin Nuan’s first time on the morning news but she had a good sense of being on the camera. After reviewing the news script, she basically never looked at the screen for the next line. Even as she reported the return of Wen Moshen who had disappeared for four years on the T-324 flight, Lin Nuan’s voice remained calm without the slightest tremble.
Miss Xia was extremely satisfied with Lin Nuan’s performance. Different from Weng Lin’s style, Lin Nuan’s style was more simple and clear-cut, excellently portraying the seriousness of the news. Seeing Lin Nuan’s face and listening to her voice, the news sounded extremely credible.
Nearing the end, Miss Xia carried her coffee and exited the broadcasting room only to see Shen Weiwei standing behind the door with tears in her eyes.
“Miss Xia…” Shen Weiwei barely opened her mouth as she choked up and started tearing up.
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After the broadcast ended, the whole broadcast room was filled with applause congratulating Lin Nuan on the success of her first broadcast.
Lin Nuan thanked them with a smile.
“Lin Nuan, Miss Xia wants you to visit her office…”
Lin Nuan arrived at the door to Miss Xia’s office to see Shen Weiwei crying on the sofa while surrounded by a group of people.
Seeing Lin Nuan knock on the door, those people looked towards her in an unfriendly manner, as though they were looking at an unwelcome outsider.
Lin Nuan could guess that it was a scene where the villain complained before she could, so she ignored Shen Weiwei and stood firmly in front of Miss Xia’s desk, saying, “Miss Xia, you were looking for me…”
“Shen Weiwei said that she accidentally tugged at your hair, and so you slapped her?” Miss Xia asked.