After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 162 Guard Your Own Reputation

The department head exclaimed, "Xu Yan, you two know each other?"

Xu Yan nodded matter-of-factly: "Not only do we know her, but my dad and I both listen to her."

Jiang Shu: "Don't talk nonsense. Didn't you apply to the Communication University of China?"

"You changed your application." Xu Yan chuckled. "I originally planned to go to the Communication University, but you decided to apply for directing at the last minute, so of course I'll follow your lead!"

Jiang Shu hummed in agreement: "Am I that charming?"

"It's huge!" Xu Yan said earnestly. "My dad said that from now on I'll follow you. If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. He gave me eighteen toll cards, so I can spend them all for you whenever I need them, to protect your directing career..."

Those listening to the conversation nearby grew increasingly silent.

The other day, those twenty access cards personally signed by the young master were so coveted by his relatives in the entertainment industry that they couldn't sleep for several nights! Xu Zhao is now the most sought-after director in the entertainment industry, and even his daughter can do whatever she wants.

But now, the eighteen passes are going to be used on this freshman named Jiang Shu, whose background is in the countryside.
Who would dare to mess with us after this?
Amidst the subtle murmurs around her, Jiang Shu nonchalantly refused: "I don't need it. If I really wanted a pass, I could lock him in a room and have him sign documents obediently for a whole day."

Xu Yan exclaimed, "I don't care! I'm going to stick with you for the next few years. And my dad specifically told us that if he's filming in Beijing, we should all go to the set for an internship. He'll teach you step by step."

Jiang Shu's eyes lit up: "This is a great idea! I can learn a lot by working with the highest-earning director today."

Xu Yan grabbed Jiang Shu's arm again: "Then, shall we go eat now, and then go buy some military training supplies?"

"I've made plans to have dinner with someone," Jiang Shu paused, "someone who can sing a few songs and play the violin a couple of times. Do you want to come?"

Xu Yan's eyes widened suddenly, her face flushed with excitement. She took a few deep breaths, released Jiang Shu's hand, and said with forced restraint, "I'll just be your good wife at school! As for your private life, those... I'll keep you at a distance, I must keep you at a distance! Mainly because they're all too disastrous! I'm afraid that if I get too involved, I'll develop unrealistic desires and lose my true self!"

Jiang Shu lazily patted her head: "You'll be in the same group as me during military training, and Dad will protect you the whole time."

After saying that, he walked away!

Xu Yan watched Jiang Shu disappear around the corner with starry eyes before reluctantly turning away. She was much more distant from her other two roommates, only nodding slightly before instructing the housekeeper to make her and Jiang Shu's beds.

"I don't care who you are or what your background is," she said calmly. "I've seen plenty of tricks in this industry. Don't use them on me and my Jiang Shu, or you won't be able to handle the consequences."

School gate.

A low-key luxury car was parked in a not-so-low-key spot—the principal's designated temporary parking space.

Jiang Shu lowered her head slightly, strode towards the quiet parking area, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.

The handsome young man with red lips and white teeth had a smile in his eyes. He had also changed his clothes, which were soft, close-fitting, and slightly sheer.

Jiang Shu's throat was a little dry: "Don't you know who I am?"

"Today, I'm just your Wednesday boyfriend, nothing more," Yan Yu gently reminded Jiang Shu, who was looking on blankly. "Don't forget the contract you signed in Xinghua Village..."

Jiang Shu: "...Why are you all being so dramatic? So, my little boyfriend, where's the food you brought?"

Yan Yu took out an incredibly lavish private kitchen set meal and gentlemanly presented Jiang Shu with a delicate takeout bowl that was bigger than Jiang Shu's face: "Please enjoy your meal, my girlfriend!"

Jiang Shu paused for a moment.

Yan Yu thought for a moment, "Do you... want me to feed you? With chopsticks? I'm fine with using my mouth too!"

“We’ve spent quite a bit of time together,” Jiang Shu said, her tone less than friendly. “When have I ever given you the wrong impression that I could finish a whole basin of rice?”

“This is for two,” Yan Yu explained softly. “Sister, you eat first, and I’ll eat what she leaves behind.” Jiang Shu looked at him seriously and said, “Don’t do this again. Even if you want to play some couple’s game, it shouldn’t be based on breaking your usual lifestyle.”

"But..." Yan Yu humbly inquired, "Isn't eating your girlfriend's saliva a perk for a boyfriend?"

"That's not how you eat it."

"So, sister, are you willing to give me another, more formal way to eat it?"

"No, I didn't say anything, don't overthink it." Jiang Shu reached out irritably and took the food from him.

She lowered her head and stuffed rice into her mouth.

Yan Yu watched intently for a while, then answered a phone call and asked Jiang Shu, "The filming of 'The Banquet of Gods' starts next week. The scenes for the male lead's 'white moonlight' character are scheduled for the weekend after your military training ends. Can you come, sister?"

Jiang Shu didn't quite understand: "What?"

Yan Yu reminded him: "Regarding the role mentioned during the summer vacation, the one with a salary of tens of millions, it only takes one scene."

Jiang Shu shoveled her rice into her mouth even faster: "Go away! What's the difference between this and giving money away for free!"

Yan Yu nodded obediently, then gently reminded her, "Sister, you've already reached your usual amount of food."

Jiang Shu paused for a moment, then pretended not to hear.

An hour later, Yan Yu looked at the empty bowl in her hand, then at Jiang Shu who was practically leaning against the wall, her expression blank...

Isn't eating leftovers a basic requirement for boyfriends?

He was silent for a moment, then naturally made a phone call: "Send a truckload of heatstroke prevention drinks to the military training base of the directing major freshmen at the Imperial Film and Television University, and also send a box of digestive tablets to Jiang Shu, a student in their class."

He paused for a moment, then added, "In the name of Jiang Shu's boyfriend."

Regardless of whether the major investor acknowledges it or not, he has to maintain his legitimacy...

The military training began that evening.

A truckload of drinking water printed with Yan Yu's advertising photos was delivered to the base.

Those in the know immediately exclaimed, "This is the water from the M brand that Yan Yu endorses, which costs 80 yuan a bottle! It's only made for special supplies and can't be bought outside. Is the production base really that generous?"

"It wasn't delivered from the base." The water delivery worker remembered the customer's instructions and dutifully clarified the situation. "It's from Jiang Shu's boyfriend—there's also a box of digestive tablets here, please sign for it, Jiang Shu."

Jiang Shu remained squatting with her head down for a long time, ignoring everyone's gaze. When more and more eyes turned to her, she finally stood up and irritably took the digestive tablets.

"Your boyfriend also said: After military training ends tonight, he will personally come to pick you up and take you home."

Jiang Shu felt a sudden headache and couldn't help but squeeze the picture of Yan Yu on the mineral water bottle hard.

"Hey, classmate, take it easy! Your boyfriend's been naughty, just give him a good talking to when you get home, don't take it out on Yan Yu's husband's picture!"

"Yes, yes! Besides, your boyfriend is so good to you. This truckload of water costs tens of thousands. When your boyfriend arrives, we must thank him properly! -- Let go first, don't wrinkle my husband's face."

Jiang Shu: "..."

(End of this chapter)