The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 201 - 200. The insatiable Mr. Fu

Chapter 201: 200. The insatiable Mr. Fu

Gu Yang shivered as he met Fu Hengyi’s icy gaze, "Big... Brother." Why did he look at him with such eyes? He was scared.

Fu Hengyi’s face was stern, and now everything about Gu Yang displeased him. His presence was naturally intimidating, and with that cold expression, it made Gu Yang feel a chill down his spine. Sneaking a glance behind Fu Hengyi, Gu Yang spotted Shen Qinglan sitting by the bed, and his eyes lit up, "Little sister-in-law, you’re here."

Gu Yang wanted to enter, but Fu Hengyi stood at the door, unmoving, blocking his entry. Gu Yang sent a pleading look towards Shen Qinglan, who found it amusing.

"Fu Hengyi," she gently called out.

Hearing his wife’s voice, Fu Hengyi stepped aside, and Gu Yang hurriedly squeezed in, followed by Gu Kai who had come with him. Earlier, Gu Yang had been standing in front, so Shen Qinglan hadn’t noticed Gu Kai.

"Not at training, what are you doing here?" Fu Hengyi spoke ominously.

Gu Kai’s gaze swept over Shen Qinglan, particularly pausing for a second on her slightly swollen lips, then withdrew his eyes. He finally understood why his brother looked so irritated.

Well, they genuinely did not know that the Big Brother was so impatient, to be playing with the little sister-in-law before it even got dark. If they had known, they wouldn’t have dared to disturb him. No wonder Brother Fu had a frustrated expression; any man interrupted at such a time would probably be in a bad mood.

Gu Kai expressed that he understood Fu Hengyi’s feelings right now, but the clueless Gu Yang, oblivious to this, plopped down on the bed and started chatting with Shen Qinglan.

"Little sister-in-law, how come you are here? Did you come to see the Big Brother? Let me tell you, it’s so boring in the military. Every day it’s just training and more training. Sometimes we even have to wake up in the middle of the night for more physical drills. Can you believe how inhumane this place is..."

Shen Qinglan looked coldly at Gu Yang, finding his gaze somewhat strange. Was she here not to see Fu Hengyi but for sightseeing?

Blabbering away, Gu Yang complained about his recent days at the base, completely oblivious to Fu Hengyi’s increasingly cold demeanor.

Gu Kai facepalmed. He had never seen someone so oblivious. Now, it wasn’t just Shen Qinglan—Gu Kai felt his future with Gu Yang would be even harder from now on.

Gu Kai tugged at Gu Yang’s collar, but Gu Yang brushed his hand away, "Hey, I haven’t finished talking to the little sister-in-law yet, why are you pulling me?"

Gu Kai glanced at Fu Hengyi. If they didn’t leave now, Brother Fu was really going to lose his temper.

"Gu Yang, before coming here, Grandpa asked me to relay a message to you." Shen Qinglan spoke softly, her eyes briefly flicking over Fu Hengyi’s gloomy face.

"What?" Gu Yang asked subconsciously.

"Grandpa said that if you perform well, he might consider allowing you to be discharged early," she looked towards Gu Kai, "The same goes for you."

Gu Yang’s face brightened, "Really?"

Shen Qinglan nodded. Indeed, these words came from Old Sir Fu. About a week after Gu Yang joined the unit, people had already called Old Sir Fu to complain that Gu Yang was last in every activity, always scoring 58 or 59 on tests. It was hard not to suspect he was doing it on purpose. Although Gu Kai was slightly better, he was barely passing. Clearly, both were engaging in passive resistance.

Serving in the army was a voluntary affair, and a soldier’s duty is to protect and defend the homeland. For scions like Gu Yang and Gu Kai, sent to the military to toughen up by their elders, the leaders in the base were actually quite displeased. Had it not been for a personal call from Old Sir Fu, even if Gu Yang and Gu Kai had wanted to join, it wouldn’t have been so easy.

He personally called Old Sir Fu to inform him, which was also a preemptive measure, as if Gu Yang and Gu Kai continued on their path, they were bound to leave the military early.

Old Sir Fu, who had spent his life in the military and achieved countless military exploits, felt incredibly embarrassed because of issues caused by the younger generation. Shen Qinglan believed that if Gu Yang and Gu Kai were standing in front of Old Sir Fu at that time, the two would have found it difficult to escape unscathed.

Old Sir Fu knew they disliked the military and did not expect them to achieve much. He only hoped they would leave the military on their own terms, not chased out, which is why he let Shen Qinglan relay this message.

"Grandfather said, as long as you can achieve an excellent rating in the rookie assessment six months from now, you can choose whether to stay or leave." Pausing slightly, Shen Qinglan’s tone was rather cold, "If you are driven out by the military, you will bear the consequences."

Gu Yang and Gu Kai exchanged a glance, their hearts skipping a beat, especially Gu Yang, who had grown up under the stern discipline of Old Sir Fu. Although Old Sir Fu seemed cheerful on ordinary days, he was ruthless when it came to discipline. As children, because of their parents’ busy careers and somewhat lax discipline, Gu Yang had become a little tyrant, an unreasonable one at that.

It might have been when the little tyrant was about six or seven years old, playing in the Military District, he actually went and pulled a girl’s hair, lifting her skirt, making the girl cry breathlessly. When the girl’s parents found out, they understandably wouldn’t let it go and brought their daughter to confront him. Old Sir Fu, upon hearing what happened, was livid, his face an iron shade as he called down Gu Yang for a specific reprimand. Gu Yang denied it, blaming the girl instead, cursing and showing poor manners.

Old Sir Fu grabbed a feather duster and started to beat Gu Yang without mercy, stopping only when the girl’s parents couldn’t stand to watch any longer. Given Old Sir Fu’s status and their attitude that it was just children’s playful fights, they intervened to stop him.

But by then, Gu Yang had been beaten to the point of being unable to cry, developing a fever that night that made his parents rush back. They too received a stern lecture from Old Sir Fu.

Gu Yang had a fever for several days, and was terrified whenever he saw Old Sir Fu, but Old Sir Fu did not let go, and his parents did not dare to take him back. Gu Yang spent a year under Old Sir Fu’s supervision, gradually shedding his bad habits; otherwise, he might have grown up to be a spoiled brat.

Gu Yang had no doubts Old Sir Fu would discipline him, his face changing colors, "Little sister-in-law, I definitely won’t embarrass Grandpa."

Gu Kai, who had grown up with Gu Yang and often visited the Fu Family with him, received the same treatment from Old Sir Fu. Nodding, he said, "Little sister-in-law, in six months, we’ll make Grandpa proud of our efforts."

"Now that you know you need to make an effort, why are you still standing here?" Fu Hengyi spoke harshly, his face devoid of any smile, looking coldly at them.

"Big brother, we heard little sister-in-law was here, so we wanted to have dinner with her," Gu Yang said, thick-skinned.

"Go back and train," Fu Hengyi uttered a few words.

Gu Yang wanted to say more, but Gu Kai grabbed him and forcibly dragged him away, "Big Brother, little sister-in-law, we’ll leave first."

"Why are you pulling me? I haven’t had dinner with little sister-in-law yet," Gu Yang struggled, but couldn’t overcome Gu Kai’s strength.

"You idiot," Gu Kai spoke coldly, not forgetting to give Gu Yang a disdainful look.

Gu Yang was initially stunned, then immediately lost his temper, "Gu Kai, you jerk, speak properly without personal attacks!"

Gu Kai felt that having to deal with Gu Yang was enough to make his hair go gray, wondering how someone could be so clueless. Staying any longer, their future would be unbearable, idiot!

With the irritating crowd gone, Fu Hengyi’s mood still didn’t improve, frustrated that the pleasant moment was interrupted.

Shen Qinglan chuckled lightly, stood up, walked over to him, and gently kissed him on the lips, "It’s alright, they didn’t mean it, and anyway, it’s daytime." And they were still in the military barracks dormitory; doing anything more would be inappropriate.

Fu Hengyi’s bad mood vanished with that single kiss from his wife. He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Just like that?"

Shen Qinglan raised her eyebrows as well, finding that this man was getting more and more presumptuous. She stepped back, walked into the bathroom, and continued doing the laundry.

Fu Hengyi touched his nose. What to do if his wife didn’t take the bait? He followed her into the bathroom, intending to lend a hand.

"There’s only so much space here, don’t come in and mess around." Shen Qinglan looked at the tall figure before her. The bathroom space instantly became cramped as he entered.

Rejected by his wife, Fu Hengyi retreated to the doorway, leaned against it, and quietly watched Shen Qinglan do the laundry.

Fu Hengyi’s training uniform was only a bit sweaty and was quite easy to wash. Shen Qinglan finished quickly, hung the clothes up, and Fu Hengyi had already packed the other items, carrying a travel bag as they left together.

"Is it okay to leave the clothes here?" Shen Qinglan glanced at the still dripping clothes, wishing she had taken them back to wash.

"It’s fine, I’ll come get them tomorrow."

Although the family building was also inside the Military District, there was still some distance from here. Fu Hengyi led Shen Qinglan back to the family building, crossing half the Military District, and Shen Qinglan received a series of gazes once again.

Everywhere there were people in green military uniforms, mostly young faces, their expressions glowing with smiles and vitality. Shen Qinglan’s eyes flickered lightly; she had never seen such a scene before. At the Devil Base, although they had to undergo various kinds of training every day, everyone’s faces, even their eyes, were cold.

Unlike here, where there was light in their eyes.

Back in the family building apartment, Shen Qinglan took Fu Hengyi’s travel bag, neatly placed his clothes and toiletries, when the doorbell rang.

She heard a child’s voice, soft and sweet, seeming to be a little girl, and walked out of the bedroom to see a little girl, about seven or eight years old, standing at the door, talking to Fu Hengyi.

"Uncle, mom asked me to invite you and Auntie over to our place for dinner." The little girl wasn’t very pretty, but she was very smiley. When she spoke, her eyes sparkled with liveliness and cuteness. She was wearing a school uniform with a badge that seemed to be from an elementary school.

Fu Hengyi patted the little girl’s hair, "Thank you, Jingjing. Tell mom Uncle will be there soon."

The little girl nodded with a smile, then turned and ran upstairs. She wore little leather shoes that clattered on the stairs, her steps a bit hurried.

Fu Hengyi closed the door, saw Shen Qinglan, and explained with a smile, "That’s Sister-in-law Zhang’s eldest daughter. She came to invite us to dinner."

"Do we need to bring anything?" It was her first time going to someone’s house for dinner, and Shen Qinglan felt somewhat awkward going empty-handed.

"No need, just going is fine." He had a close relationship with Zhang Caodong and did not need to fuss over formalities.

Shen Qinglan followed Fu Hengyi upstairs. The door was opened by the same little girl who had come down to invite them to dinner, apparently named Jingjing.

"Hello, Uncle." Jingjing greeted with a smile, her eyes pausing while looking at Shen Qinglan, "Hello, Fairy Sister."

Shen Qinglan slightly blushed, not the first time she had been called "sister," but definitely the first time being called "Fairy Sister."

Fu Hengyi bent down slightly, looking into Jingjing’s eyes, seriously correcting her, "She’s Uncle’s wife, so you should call her Auntie or Aunt."

Fu Hengyi had never minded before, but now, hearing the child call him uncle while calling Shen Qinglan sister, felt disheartened.

"But sister is so young, calling her Auntie would make her seem old," Jingjing also looked seriously at Fu Hengyi.

Fu Hengyi: ...that hurts.

Light filled Shen Qinglan’s eyes as she watched Fu Hengyi, speechless from the child’s words, "I am Uncle’s wife, so you should call me Auntie, otherwise wouldn’t I be lowering Uncle’s generation?"

Jingjing thought for a moment, then solemnly nodded, "Sister is right, then I’ll call you ’Auntie Sister’ from now on."

What kind of nickname was that? Shen Qinglan felt puzzled, unable to comprehend the thought process of a child.

"Why are you all standing at the door, come in. Hengyi, bring your wife inside." A rugged male voice called from inside.

Shen Qinglan followed Fu Hengyi inside and saw a man sitting on the sofa who seemed a few years older than Fu Hengyi, around forty, his features as rough as his voice, probably the Zhang Caodong that Fu Hengyi had mentioned.

Zhang Caodong’s gaze lingered on Shen Qinglan’s face for a second before moving away, "This must be the sister-in-law, please take a seat, don’t be shy, make yourself at home here."

Shen Qinglan lightly curved her lips, expressed a soft thank you, and sat down on the sofa.

"Auntie Sister, here’s some juice for you," Jingjing came from the kitchen holding a cup of juice, and Shen Qinglan took it, "Thank you, Jingjing."

"Auntie is Auntie, Sister is Sister, what kind of title is that, make sure to address people properly," Zhang Caodong gently scolded upon hearing his daughter’s nickname, having not heard the earlier conversation at the doorstep.

Jingjing stuck out her tongue, but adamantly argued, "Sister is so young, calling her Auntie would make her seem old, and women like being called sister because it sounds young, but since Uncle and Sister are husband and wife, it can’t mess up... mess up..." She paused, struggling to remember, knitting her brows.

"It can’t mess up the family hierarchy, so I’ll call her ’Auntie Sister.’" The little girl’s eyes were round and lively, which made her look very cute.

Understanding his daughter’s temperament, Zhang Caodong looked helplessly at his daughter, "Sister-in-law, sorry about that."

Shen Qinglan shook her head with a smile, "Children are innocent."

Right then, the sister-in-law Zhang came out of the kitchen carrying dishes, and Zhang Caodong quickly got up to help her, "Why didn’t you call me? It’s so hot, aren’t your hands burning?" Although the tone was one of reproach, it carried a sense of warmth that felt quite comforting.

"I’m not made of clay, it’s not so easy for me to get burned. We have guests, aren’t you embarrassed to say that in front of Hengyi and Qinglan," Sister-in-law Zhang shot her husband a look, talking as she did.

Zhang Caodong entered the kitchen to help Sister-in-law Zhang carry out the dishes. Shen Qinglan wanted to help, but Sister-in-law Zhang sent her out, "You are a guest; there is no need for you to do these things. Just go sit down and wait to eat." Then she called toward the bedroom, "Jingjing, hurry and wash your hands for dinner."

Jingjing responded from inside and ran out to wash her hands in the restroom.

The dinner dishes were very abundant, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat all present. Hengyi said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, you made so much food; it would be a waste if we can’t finish it."

"I didn’t know what little sister-in-law liked to eat, so I made a bit of everything. These are all homely dishes; I hope you won’t dislike them," Sister-in-law Zhang sat down and spoke to Shen Qinglan.

"I’m not picky at all. Sister-in-law’s cooking looks and smells delicious."

Zhang Caodong and Hengyi were drinking while Shen Qinglan chatted with Sister-in-law Zhang, occasionally talking to Jingjing, "If you like it, eat more. You can come over for meals more often in the future." Sister-in-law Zhang was straightforward and enthusiastic, and Qinglan was similarly sincere in her conversation, making their interactions harmonious.

Jingjing’s table manners were excellent; her area of the table was neat and clean, and she only picked up dishes that were close to her without searching around in the bowl; evidently, her parents had put effort into teaching her.

"Why haven’t I seen your younger son?" Qinglan asked Sister-in-law Zhang while sitting on the couch chatting after dinner.

Sister-in-law Zhang was knitting a sweater, apparently for a child, "That little guy played too hard at kindergarten today, came home exhausted, and fell asleep early. I didn’t wake him up."

The two chatted casually, and as it was getting close to nine o’clock and Jingjing started dozing off, Shen Qinglan and Hengyi decided to take their leave.

"Little sister-in-law, come over another day. Your sister-in-law is alone at home during the day; it would be good for you two to keep each other company," Zhang Caodong said with a smile.

Shen Qinglan replied with a "Okay."

As they left the Zhang Family’s home, Shen Qinglan walked beside Hengyi, "Sister-in-law Zhang and Brother Zhang seem to have a great relationship?" Shen Qinglan had noticed from this evening’s interactions that the couple seemed to be in a good relationship.

Hengyi nodded, "Their relationship is indeed very good. Brother Zhang is also from Shandong; he and Sister-in-law Zhang were university classmates. After graduating from university, he joined the army directly and maintained a long-distance relationship with sister-in-law, who stayed to work in Shandong. This situation lasted for eight years, and they never found an opportunity to get married."

"Didn’t their families object?" Shen Qinglan was curious. This kind of situation would usually be opposed by the girl’s family.

"Objections, yes. Sister-in-law’s family always opposed her relationship with Brother Zhang since they spent so little time together. Unless Brother Zhang left the army, even if they got married, they would still live apart. Besides, Sister-in-law was very capable and quickly got promoted, earning an annual salary way beyond what Brother Zhang could match as a soldier.

The family kept advising them to break up. At one point, even Brother Zhang hesitated, realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep up with Sister-in-law’s pace. He eventually suggested breaking up. Angrily, Sister-in-law resigned from her job and ran to Beijing to propose to Brother Zhang in front of everyone in the Military Region, and they got married.

Because Sister-in-law took matters into her own hands, the elder family members were furious and threatened to sever ties with her. Indeed, she didn’t go back to her parents’ house for several years. Later, when Sister-in-law got pregnant, she resigned from her job in Beijing and moved with Brother Zhang as he was stationed. It was only after the birth of their second child that the relationship with her family started to improve."

Shen Qinglan listened quietly, surprised to discover such a daring and passionate side to the cheerful woman. Glancing at Hengyi, she thought that, if it were her, she would have chosen to do the same.

Once they were home, Shen Qinglan looked playfully at Hengyi, "How do you know all this so clearly?"

"Brother Zhang told me when he was drunk," Hengyi replied. That robust man from Shandong, when drunk, cried like a child, continually apologizing to his wife for all the hardships she endured and for all she had given up for him.

Even though he was just an outsider, he felt quite heartbroken at the time, and back then, he didn’t even know Shen Qinglan.

Fu Hengyi suddenly stopped walking and looked into Shen Qinglan’s eyes. "Qinglan, I am a soldier. I love this troop. In the near future, I might, like Brother Zhang, rarely come home and have even less time to spend with you. You’ll have to eat alone, sleep alone, and there may even be instances where I can’t be there for you in time. It would almost be like having a husband who isn’t really there. Would you resent me for bringing you into this life?"

His eyes trembled slightly, revealing the tension in his heart at that moment.

Shen Qinglan sighed softly, stepped forward, and hugged his waist. She softly said, "Fu Hengyi, I have never regretted the choice I made." On the contrary, I am grateful to my past self for making that decision, and grateful to the you back then, for agreeing to it.

Fu Hengyi’s heart settled, and his eyes shimmered with light. "Even if you regret it, it’s too late. I no longer want to let you go, not now, and not in the future. You are destined to grow old with me."

His deep, magnetic voice uttered the most moving words of affection.

Shen Qinglan kissed Fu Hengyi’s lips again. Unlike the light peck of the day, this time, she extended her tongue and gently traced his lips, tender and lingering.

Fu Hengyi felt a surge of heat straight to his abdomen, his body instantly tense, his gaze profound as he held Shen Qinglan’s head, deepening their kiss.

After the kiss, Fu Hengyi lifted Shen Qinglan in his arms and walked into the bedroom, to continue what they had not finished during the day.

**

Yu Xiaoxuan thought Han Yi had been acting really strange recently; not only did he show up at the office every day, but he also frequently appeared in front of her.

"Mr. Han, why are you here again?" Yu Xiaoxuan helplessly gazed at Han Yi.

Han Yi’s face darkened slightly. This damn girl, I came to see you, but what’s with that disdainful look on your face?

Han Yi slammed a bag onto the table with annoyance, "Am I so full I can’t help it?" He shouldn’t have queued for an hour just to buy this girl some food.

Yu Xiaoxuan shrugged her nose, her eyes lighting up. "Zhang Shengji’s pan-fried buns, are these for me?" she asked, as she opened the bag in front of her and a rich aroma instantly filled the space. Yu Xiaoxuan suddenly felt hungry.

"I’m feeding a dog," Han Yi said maliciously. Yu Xiaoxuan bared her teeth but didn’t retort, recognizing that she hadn’t been very nice before and that she should be more understanding since he went to the trouble to bring her food.

Yeah, she would be magnanimous and not hold it against him.

She really does have a sharp nose. Han Yi quietly muttered to himself, watching as Yu Xiaoxuan grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth, looking blissfully happy. His eyes crinkled with a smile.

When his grandfather was still alive, he had said that you could tell a person’s fortune by how they eat. Yu Xiaoxuan, she fell into the fortunate category. Watching her eat, you’d feel that the world was an exceptionally happy place. Just watching her could make even those without an appetite start to feel hungry.

Seeing how happily Yu Xiaoxuan was eating, Han Yi, smiling, said, "I’m hungry too, why don’t you give me one?"

Yu Xiaoxuan looked up, still holding half a bun in her mouth, looking incredibly cute.

"I said I’m hungry too, I want to eat as well."

Yu Xiaoxuan was chewing vigorously on her pan-fried bun. She wanted to speak, but couldn’t at the moment, so she pointed at the bun and gave Han Yi a "if you want to eat, just eat, I’m not stopping you" look.

Han Yi gave a meaningful glance at the chopsticks in her hand. Yu Xiaoxuan suddenly understood and handed them to him, but Han Yi didn’t take them.

Yu Xiaoxuan frowned, swallowed the bun in her mouth, "Aren’t you going to eat?"

"You feed me," Han Yi finally said.

Yu Xiaoxuan’s frown deepened, "Can’t you do it yourself? A grown man needing to be fed, isn’t that a bit too much?"

Han Yi scowled, this insensible girl, why did he fall for her?

"I waited in line for so long, it wouldn’t be too much to ask you to feed me a bun, right?"

That’s not too much, Yu Xiaoxuan thought bitterly, picked up a bun and held it up to Han Yi’s mouth, "Here, eat, Young Master Han."

Han Yi smiled with his eyes, took a bite, hmm, it tasted really good, no wonder the girl loved it. Maybe next time they could buy more and share like this, one bite for you, one bite for me.

Han Yi was happily thinking to himself. Meanwhile, Yu Xiaoxuan was frowning at him, taking forever to chew a single bun, it has been a while and he still hadn’t finished his bite.

Han Yi swallowed the bun in his mouth, then took another bite, drawing the attention of a passing assistant. This assistant was new to the company and was just handling odds and ends for another newcomer artist.

Back with the newcomer artist who was in a temper because the advertisement contract she just got was snatched away by another artist. For her, who had fought hard to secure it, it was natural to be furious.

"You lot are useless, can’t even handle a little task, what do I need you for? I hired you to work, not to be pampered like ancestors." The artist was fuming, scolding a makeup artist, and upon seeing the assistant walk in, "And you, I just sent you to get a delivery, did you run to Mars to fetch it?"

The assistant didn’t respond, just silently lowered her head; she was used to it. She was just the artist’s assistant and had to endure, but the makeup artist wasn’t. The makeup artist, filling in for the day, packed up her things after being unjustly blamed, "If you find my makeup unsatisfactory, find someone else then. Also, I get paid by the company, not by you."

Packing up to leave, "Not much talent, but quite the temper."

The artist’s face turned livid with anger. Seeing other artists looking over, she yelled, "What are you looking at? Mind your own business, you idle lot."

The other artists, familiar with her temper, ignored her and turned away, too indifferent to glimpse her even once.

"Always keeping your head down, you think I don’t know you’re cursing me in your mind?" With no one else to lash out at, the artist redirected her anger toward her young assistant, "Everyone looks down on me, right? Just wait until I become famous, then you’ll regret it. What are you standing there for, get moving and put things away."

The assistant meekly responded with a yes, went to put things away, and also to use the restroom.

"Your artist really has a terrible temper, even A-list stars aren’t as haughty as her, and she’s not even famous yet. If she ever does become famous, who knows what she’ll become? Anyone else would’ve quit by now," said another artist’s assistant who also happened to be using the restroom, and couldn’t help but mutter a comment upon seeing the young assistant.

The assistant chuckled, "She’s usually alright, it’s just that she’s been in a foul mood these past few days. Getting scolded a bit, it’s no big deal; it won’t kill her."

The assistant shook his head, disagreeing with her attitude. They were assistants to celebrities, not their servants, nor did they sell themselves to anyone. Why couldn’t they speak to them properly? From what he could see, the young assistant often got scolded because of her own doing. If you dared to stand up to her, see if she’d dare scold you like that.

"You, you’re just too good-natured," the assistant remarked, then suddenly leaned closer to the young assistant and whispered, "Do you know, the president came to the company again today, and again he was here for Yu Xiaoxuan."

The young assistant paused slightly, recalling the scene she had just witnessed, and hesitated before asking softly, "What’s the relationship between Yu Xiaoxuan and the president?"

The assistant looked around and, seeing no one, whispered, "I heard that Yu Xiaoxuan is being kept by the president."

The young assistant’s eyes widened in disbelief. No way, Yu Xiaoxuan didn’t seem like that type of person at all. Although she wasn’t Yu Xiaoxuan’s assistant, she had spoken with Yu Xiaoxuan’s assistant before. They all mentioned that Yu Xiaoxuan was easygoing, kind-hearted, simple, and enthusiastic. Could such a person be kept?

"Don’t be skeptical, just think about it. Your artist and Yu Xiaoxuan joined the industry at the same time, but Yu Xiaoxuan’s ads are one after another, and the TV dramas are one after another as well, and now she’s even getting ready to shoot a film with Andre. Clearly, the company is pushing her heavily. If she weren’t in that kind of relationship with the president, why would people help her so much? And assigning her under Sister Linda, do you know who Sister Linda is?"

The assistant raised a thumb, "In the world of agents, she’s this—they’ve made numerous artists famous."

"Maybe the president is pursuing her; after all, she is pretty good-looking," the young assistant still didn’t quite believe it.

The assistant scoffed, "You believe that? Look at how many artists in our company are prettier than Yu Xiaoxuan. Even your artist is more beautiful than Yu Xiaoxuan, but who did the president fancy?

Besides, what kind of status does the president have? Chairman and General Manager of Han Group, and Shengxuan is just one of his companies. With his wealth, would he actively pursue a woman, especially one from such an ordinary background?"

"And," the assistant paused, "the president is famous in Beijing as a playboy with countless women, but he’s never been with any woman longer than three months. He changes women faster than clothes. In my opinion, Yu Xiaoxuan is just one of them. The president still fancies her now, so all resources are given to her, but once the president takes a liking to someone new, who knows what will become of her?"

"But," the assistant continued, "This Yu Xiaoxuan does have some ability. Previously, the president wouldn’t even visit Shengxuan once a month, but lately, he’s been showing up at the company frequently. I even saw the president carrying a bag today, probably not for Yu Xiaoxuan. Just don’t know how long she can keep the president enthralled."

The young assistant listened quietly, not interjecting. She didn’t like gossiping about others, but she wouldn’t interrupt someone’s rant either. After listening to the assistant’s vent, she smiled, "It’s all other people’s business; it doesn’t concern us. We just need to do our job well."

The assistant pouted but didn’t retort, washing his hands, which signaled the end of their conversation.

Outside the restroom, the artist stood there, fists clenched, face shadowed and indistinct. Seeing that the people inside were about to come out, she turned and left.

Returning to the lounge, the more the artist thought, the more uncomfortable she felt. She had heard the assistant’s words earlier. In fact, Yu Xiaoxuan signed a month later than her, but now her career trajectory was better than many who had signed earlier. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t envious.

Previously, she had never thought about making a move on Han Yi. Now thinking about it, Han Yi, as the helmsman of the Han Group and the successor to the Han Family, if she could connect with him, even for just a short time, it would be enough for her. Once Han Yi grew tired of her, she would still have gained what she desired, and besides, Han Yi was also good-looking; she wouldn’t be at a loss.

The artist glanced at herself in the mirror, observing her youthful and beautiful face, and smiled. She indeed had more potential than Yu Xiaoxuan. If Yu Xiaoxuan could, then why couldn’t she?

Taking out her makeup bag, the artist meticulously applied her makeup.

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