Could Tianjiao’s artists date?
Zhang Yangning didn’t dare ask Yuan Fenghui.
Yun Chen had no such need for now, Zhang Yangning had the desire but not the guts, and Li Mengjiao was still underage. Even if Yuan Fenghui allowed Li Mengjiao to date early, her parents wouldn’t agree.
So, what was Yuan Fenghui’s stance on her artists dating? Zhang Yangning could only guess… probably not allowed, right? With three artists in the company, none were truly established. For idol artists, dating was a death sentence. Even if Yuan Fenghui approved, the fans wouldn’t.
Zhang Yangning silently berated herself: with Miracle Group knocking at the door, she, Yun Chen, and Li Mengjiao should focus on supporting Yuan Fenghui. Dating could wait; letting Yuan Fenghui be bullied was unacceptable.
Zhang Yangning snapped into battle mode.
“Senior, we’ve got serious work to do!”
Li Mengjiao was Tianjiao’s top female artist, and Yun Chen was undoubtedly the top male. Was Yun Chen encouraging her to date, thinking there’s safety in numbers?
No way!
Absolutely not.
Zhang Yangning hinted to Yun Chen, reminding him to keep any romantic entanglements well-hidden. It was fine if it didn’t affect their careers, but if it hindered their progress, wouldn’t that betray Yuan Fenghui’s efforts?
The implication was that she was loyal enough to keep Yun Chen’s secret, despite his sneaky dating being wrong.
Now it was Yun Chen’s turn to be baffled.
He’d heard Zhang Yangning had secretly tipped off Yuan Fenghui, earning her favor, and outsmarted Manager Guan, paying her own way to join Tianjiao.
Someone capable of such moves wasn’t foolish—a decisive young woman who knew what she wanted.
Yet, after just a short time at Tianjiao, her words and thinking had taken on a naive edge.
Yun Chen was alarmed. Had he joined not a shady scam company, but a factory for producing idiots?
Would he end up… Yun Chen’s expression turned grave, “Forget what I said earlier!”
With that, he strode off with his long legs.
No budding crushes.
No creative inspiration.
None of it concerned him.
Xiao Ming’s grandpa lived to 99 by minding his own business!
Zhang Yangning chased after him, “Senior, don’t go! I’m serious, that idea of yours won’t work—”
Yun Chen ran faster!
I’m not listening, I’m not listening, talking to an idiot is contagious!
…
Yuan Fenghui arranged two vans to take Wen Ying and the others to the TV station. The three artists took one, while Wen Ying, Xie Qian, and Wang Shuang took the other. As they boarded, Yuan Fenghui sensed something off with her small team’s vibe but had no time to dig deeper. The priority was the upcoming celebration event.
Before getting in, Yuan Fenghui assigned tasks to the assistants.
She’d personally watch Li Mengjiao.
The assistants were to keep an eye on Yun Chen and Zhang Yangning.
“No eating or drinking anything recklessly. Any drink—alcohol or not—that leaves your sight must not be touched, got it?”
The celebration was a press interview plus a reception. Yuan Fenghui was experienced with such events. The mainland’s atmosphere was better, but in Taiwan, things could get wild.
Female artists faced risks, and male artists needed protection too.
Even if drinks weren’t tampered with, overdrinking could lead to embarrassing slip-ups.
Yuan Fenghui wouldn’t allow her artists to be photographed drunk and disgraced!
They had to monitor not just what Li Mengjiao and the others drank, but how much.
The assistants understood the gravity and promised not to let Yuan Fenghui down, ensuring Yun Chen and Zhang Yangning were watched closely.
Yuan Fenghui’s gaze then fell on Wen Ying.
Though not an artist, Wen Ying, with a bit of effort, was a striking young girl.
Despite her maturity beyond her years, could she handle such an event with ease?
Yuan Fenghui never hesitated to assume the worst of a few bad apples. A pretty girl like Wen Ying could attract unwanted attention… She should’ve brought more assistants to Hunan!
“Wen Ying, be careful. I’ll have Xiao Bai follow you—”
“Teacher Yuan, I’ll stay with Wen Ying,” Xie Qian cut in.
Yuan Fenghui wasn’t fully reassured by Xie Qian’s promise.
Wen Ying was a pretty girl, and Xie Qian was even more… Wait, there was Wang Shuang too.
Yuan Fenghui smiled, “Almost forgot Wang Shuang, perfect.”
“Alright, you three stick together, don’t split up anywhere, and look out for each other, got it?”
With that, Yuan Fenghui got into the front van.
Wang Shuang was quite pleased, “Teacher Yuan trusts me the most!”
Wen Ying and Xie Qian exchanged a glance.
Not quite.
It was more that Yuan Fenghui thought Wang Shuang’s looks made him less likely to be targeted by bad actors.
Oh well, saying it out loud would hurt Wang Xuezha’s pride. They had to leave him some dignity.
The two vans arrived at the TV station, where reporters were waiting to snap photos. Wen Ying and Xie Qian disliked the spotlight, so Yuan Fenghui had someone lead them through another entrance.
Wen Ying’s group entered the venue first, while Li Mengjiao’s trio was held up by the crowd. Li Mengjiao wanted to join them but was swarmed by people eager to get close to a popular star. In the venue, she couldn’t move freely. Wen Ying shook her head gently at her.
Being a star meant no acting on whims—duty came first.
Just as Wen Ying calmed Li Mengjiao, someone darted out from the side, startling her. Wang Shuang, acting as bodyguard, nearly kicked the person reflexively.
It was Zhang Guangzhen!
He looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes.
“Xiao Wen…” Zhang Guangzhen drawled, “Being a screenwriter is tough money. You’re so young, think carefully before diving in!”
His words screamed frustration.
Wen Ying sympathized, “Your script still isn’t revised?”
Zhang Guangzhen flared up, “I can’t revise it, I don’t have the skill. Let them find someone else!”
Wen Ying had stayed up late revising her script, but it was her choice.
Zhang Guangzhen didn’t want to revise his, yet kept getting harassed, leaving him sleepless.
He’d chanted “money matters” a hundred times, but by the 101st, he snapped.
Whoever could revise it, go ahead.
He was done!
The remaining payment better be settled quickly by Cao Bo, or they’d see each other in court.
Wen Ying perked up at “court,” “Do you know any lawyers here? Want me to recommend one?”
Zhang Guangzhen muttered, “A lawsuit’s the last resort. That Cao guy’s no good, but Boss Jin doesn’t care about the final payment.”
Speak of the devil, Boss Jin arrived.
He was ushered into the venue by Yu Tianlin.
*The Princess’s New Clothes* ratings celebration—Wen Ying, Xie Qian, and Zhang Guangzhen could attend, but what did it have to do with Yu Tianlin?
Boss Jin zeroed in on Zhang Guangzhen, striding over like a landlord dragging a laborer back to work.
Zhang Guangzhen, scared, wanted to hide. Wang Shuang puffed out his chest to protect him, but Zhang Guangzhen instinctively ducked behind Xie Qian.
Xie Qian radiated a frosty, unapproachable vibe, exuding safety!
Boss Jin wasn’t intimidated by Xie Qian, but seeing him, his bold steps slowed, a mix of shock and confusion on his face.
Instead of addressing Xie Qian first, he questioned Zhang Guangzhen, hiding behind him, “Screenwriter Zhang, if you won’t revise, at least recommend another screenwriter. It’s the *Princess’s New Clothes* celebration—has the other screenwriter shown up?”
Zhang Guangzhen’s gaze drifted to Wen Ying.
Boss Jin followed, spotting her.
“…Her?”
The wealthy Boss Jin was even more baffled.
This young girl, looking younger than his own kid, was the other screenwriter for *The Princess’s New Clothes*?
No experience, no reliability—she’s out! Zhang Guangzhen needs to be dragged back to keep revising!
