Qin Wan said, “Miss Jin, we agreed with your agent on two years for twenty million. You doubling the endorsement fee and jacking up the price like this—don’t you think that’s a bit out of line?”
“Out of line? I don’t think so. Other big companies sign me for five years at two hundred million,” Jin Lingling replied.
“If President Qin thinks it’s unreasonable, you’re free to find another spokesperson.”
She added, “But I should warn you, President Qin, with my status in the industry, if I don’t take your deal, others might not dare to either.”
“Plus, if I let even a whisper slip out, your little beauty salon could collapse overnight.”
“You know how crazy fans can be these days. With so many of mine, who knows what they might do?”
Jin Lingling flashed a smug smile at Qin Wan and Lin Jingzhi.
“Are you threatening us?” A cold glint flickered in Lin Jingzhi’s eyes.
“No, no, no, President Lin, you’ve got it wrong. This is just a friendly heads-up—how could it be a threat?” Jin Lingling laughed. “Besides the two years at forty million, I’ve got one more condition.”
“What condition?” Qin Wan asked.
“Help me deal with someone,” Jin Lingling said.
Qin Wan and Lin Jingzhi exchanged a glance, both catching the confusion in the other’s eyes, though they quickly brushed it off.
The entertainment world was a messy place, especially with female stars—feuds were common, often spilling over onto Weibo with public spats. It wasn’t surprising Jin Lingling had enemies.
Qin Wan asked, “Who exactly does Miss Jin want to deal with?”
“Don’t worry, it’s not some big shot—just a little punk,” Jin Lingling assured them.
A little punk?
Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan weren’t buying it. If it was just a nobody, why would she need *their* help?
Jin Lingling sighed. “You know, I’m a big star. If I handled a small fry myself, wouldn’t that be beneath me?”
Beneath you, but not us? We’ve got reputations too.
Both Lin Jingzhi and Qin Wan bristled.
“Miss Jin, what’s this person’s name?” Qin Wan pressed.
“I don’t know his name. I only saw him once on a plane,” Jin Lingling said.
Qin Wan frowned, perplexed. “Miss Jin, if you don’t even know his name, how are we supposed to deal with him?”
“Finding him is your problem,” Jin Lingling said loftily. “I just care about the result.”
Another cold flash crossed Lin Jingzhi’s eyes.
Qin Wan’s brows knitted slightly as she asked, “Well, what does he look like? You must know that at least.”
“He’s in his twenties, kinda skinny, short messy hair, fair skin…”
Before Jin Lingling could finish, the office door burst open, and Ye Qiu strolled in.
He froze mid-step. Why was Lin Sis here with Wan Sis?
Then he spotted Jin Lingling and blinked in surprise.
Her again? Talk about bad luck!
Enemies meeting always sparked fireworks. Jin Lingling, like a cat with its tail stepped on, pointed at Ye Qiu and snapped, “That’s the little punk I’m talking about!”
“President Qin, President Lin, if you handle him for me, I’ll knock a million off the endorsement fee.”
“No other demands—just give him a good thrashing and break both his hands.”
Qin Wan raised an eyebrow. “Miss Jin, you’re sure this is the guy?”
“Absolutely, it’s him.” Jin Lingling smirked triumphantly at Ye Qiu. “You little punk, bet you didn’t expect to run into me again so soon.”
“You’re not walking out of here easily today.”
“But if you kneel and apologise right now, I might feel generous and go easy—break just one hand instead of two.”
Idiot.
Ye Qiu plopped onto the sofa with a swagger, grinning at Jin Lingling. “Break my hands? You, a woman, think you can take me?”
“Who said I’d dirty my own hands? I’m a star—hitting you would just soil them. President Qin, President Lin, this punk’s all yours.”
Jin Lingling crossed her arms, ready to watch the show.
“Miss Jin, do you even know who he is?” Lin Jingzhi asked coolly, pointing at Ye Qiu.
“Isn’t he just some punk?” Jin Lingling scoffed.
“Then let me formally introduce you. He’s my boyfriend.” With that, Lin Jingzhi slapped Jin Lingling across the face.
*Slap!*
The crisp sound startled Qin Wan—she’d never seen Lin Jingzhi hit anyone before.
“Been itching to do that for a while.”
“We gave you face calling you an ‘otaku goddess.’ Strip that away, and you’re just selling flesh. We settled on twenty million, and you’ve got the gall to demand forty? Pork’s not even that pricey.”
“Price gouging aside, you want to break my boyfriend’s hands? Looks like you’re tired of living.”
Lin Jingzhi barked, “Get out!”
Jin Lingling clutched her face, glaring at Lin Jingzhi through gritted teeth. “Lin, you’ve just messed with the wrong person—and it’s a big mistake.”
“I’m not signing with you.”
“Let’s see who you’ll get as a spokesperson now—or who’d even dare take the job.”
Lin Jingzhi’s face stayed stone-cold. “I’ll count to three. If you’re not gone, I’ll have security strip you naked and toss you out on the street to streak. One, two…”
Before she hit three, Jin Lingling bolted from the office in a panic.
“You’ll regret this—I’m not letting it slide!” she yelled as she fled, tossing out one last threat.
Lin Jingzhi ignored it, plopping onto Ye Qiu’s lap instead. She planted a few loud kisses on his face, beaming. “Honey, when’d you get back?”
“Just now,” Ye Qiu said, puzzled. “Lin Sis, how come you’re with Wan Sis?”
“Wanted to surprise you, but you found us first,” Lin Jingzhi said. “This beauty salon’s a joint venture between me and Wan Sis.”
So that’s how it was.
“Honey, it’s been days—I’ve missed you so much. Have you missed me?” Lin Jingzhi cooed, not minding Qin Wan’s presence.
Ye Qiu nodded. “Missed you.”
“Where’d you miss me? In your heart or… here?” She suddenly grabbed “little Ye Qiu.”
A jolt shot through him. He glanced at Qin Wan, whose face was flaming red, and smirked. “Both.”
“If you missed me, let’s do it then!”
Lin Jingzhi struck a bold, tantalising pose.
Qin Wan’s cheeks burned at the sight. “Ye Qiu, Jingzhi, you two chat—I’ll step out.”
“No need,” Lin Jingzhi winked at her. “I’ve never tried a threesome before. Wan Sis, join us~”
