Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

During the banquet, Yu Na was not the only one paying attention to Zhang Yang. Several beautiful actresses whose names were not yet well-known also stood not far away, watching and looking for any possible opportunity to start a conversation. Their eyes were either eager, cautious, or resolute with a do-or-die attitude.

Yu Na seized an opportunity and, like a beautiful koi fish, gracefully glided to Zhang Yang's side.

She wore a royal blue deep V-neck sequined dress that accentuated her curves, and the champagne glass in her hand and the diamond earrings swaying at her ears complemented each other.

"Producer Zhang, the viewership rating of 'My Love from the Star' has broken 15! This achievement is unprecedented. I'm so happy for you. I'm afraid no one will be able to surpass the character of Li Qingyan for the next ten years."

Her voice carried just the right amount of sweetness and adoration. As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, and the rich scent of her perfume quietly filled the air.

"I also really liked your portrayal of Luo Jingjing!"

"I never expected that Producer Zhang had seen 'What Can Save You, My Love'?"

As she spoke, Yu Na subtly scratched Zhang Yang's palm and lowered her voice, saying, "Producer Zhang, I wonder if you have a suitable role for me in your next film? I'd really like to improve my skills."

Yu Na's words and actions stirred something strange in Zhang Yang's heart. He wanted something to happen, but unfortunately, this was a public place with so many people watching him.

Fan Bingbing stood not far away, talking to the station director, taking in everything out of the corner of her eye. She elegantly took a sip of champagne, wanting to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a sigh.

After exchanging contact information with Yu Na, Zhang Yang turned to leave. Suddenly, a soft gasp came from beside him.

"oops!"

Immediately afterwards, a small half-glass of deep red wine was precisely splashed onto the cuffs and front of his expensive Armani shirt, instantly creating a large, conspicuous stain.

The perpetrator was a woman who looked somewhat familiar, with a pure and charming appearance, wearing a light purple off-shoulder dress and exquisite makeup.

At that moment, the woman was covering her mouth, her large eyes instantly filled with panic and innocent tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Producer Zhang, I really didn't mean to!"

Her voice trembled with tears as she frantically pulled out tissues to wipe his face: "I was bumped into and lost my balance... What... what should I do..."

She was very close, her sweet perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol lingering around Zhang Yang's nose. Her panic and apology were so palpable that anyone who saw her would think it was purely an accident.

Zhang Yang looked down at his disheveled shirt, then looked up at the woman so close to him, on the verge of tears. A subtle understanding flashed in his eyes. He had never experienced this kind of "accident" himself, but he had read too many of them in novels.

Zhang Yang didn't push her away immediately, nor did he get angry. He simply took a small step back, avoiding her hand that was trying to wipe her face, and said in an unusually calm tone, "It's okay, you don't need to feel too guilty. It was just an accident. I also felt a bit stuffy in here and wanted to go to the lounge for some fresh air."

Zhang Yang's gentle and composed reaction surprised the woman who had prepared a whole host of arguments and various solutions.

Just as the woman was about to say something, Zhang Yang turned and left, leaving her stunned, unsure whether to chase after him or not.

Watching Zhang Yang's retreating figure, the woman opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but all her subsequent "helping to handle the situation" and "deep apology" scripts simply couldn't continue.

The woman's face flushed red and then turned pale. Her carefully planned "accident" did make Zhang Yang remember her, but he probably remembered her "scheming" and "clumsiness." Instead of achieving the desired effect, it may have left a negative impression on Zhang Yang, which was a complete reversal of his original intention.

"No, we have to try to fix this."

...

Inside the lounge, the assistant helped Zhang Yang get a spare shirt while whispering, "Brother Yang, that woman's name is Jia Qing. I think that 'accident' was too coincidental, and her acting was terrible."

Jia Qing?

Zhang Yang immediately thought of a female celebrity from his previous life whose career was ruined by various shady dealings. He never expected that she would start engaging in these crooked and unethical practices at this time.

As Zhang Yang unbuttoned his stained shirt, he said indifferently, "Just a clever trick. Trying to create opportunities to be alone with someone and make a lasting impression is utterly foolish."

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door of the lounge.

Zhang Yang, who had just changed his clothes, frowned, then gave his assistant a look, and the assistant understood and went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was none other than Jia Qing.

Looking at Zhang Yang in the lounge, Jia Qing encouraged herself and said in a shy yet sweet voice, "Producer Zhang, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. To express my apology, I've prepared a small gift, and I hope you'll like it."

After she finished speaking, she raised up a small, exquisitely packaged gift box that she had been holding in her hands.

What could it be?

It can't be.....

Zhang Yang was very curious. He wouldn't have let Jia Qing in if it were in public, but now that his assistant was there, he was eager to see what kind of trouble Jia Qing was up to.

At Zhang Yang's signal, the assistant moved aside, and Jia Qing took the opportunity to slip into the lounge and hand the gift box to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang took the gift box and, driven by curiosity, opened it right in front of Jia Qing.

As Zhang Yang had expected, the box contained an extremely sexy lace dress with very little fabric, the kind with alluring embroidery along the edges.

Zhang Yang: ......

Jia Qing: ....

Jia Qing's face instantly turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

"I'm so sorry, Producer Zhang! I took the wrong one! This isn't for you!"

Jia Qing was incoherent, her expression one of wishing she could disappear into the ground, frantically trying to snatch back the hot box.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Yang, this scene had been clearly recorded by someone hiding in a corner with a camera.

In the video, Zhang Yang holds the lace with a bewildered expression, while Jia Qing, her face flushed, reaches out to snatch it. The camera angle is tricky and highly misleading.

...

Zhang Yang watched Jia Qing act with great interest, but when he met Zhang Yang's smiling eyes, Jia Qing's smile froze, and she couldn't continue acting.

"Okay, I've received the gift. Whether you did it intentionally or unintentionally, be more careful next time. In the entertainment industry, it's your work that matters."

Zhang Yang's words made Jia Qing extremely embarrassed, and she really had no face to stay any longer. She gave Zhang Yang a smile that was more like a grimace, and turned away in a disheveled state.

Watching Jia Qing's retreating figure, Zhang Yang rubbed his temples. He knew that as his status rose, such scenes of throwing themselves at him and seeking alternative paths would only increase.

"Curiosity killed the cat. If someone had filmed what happened just now, they wouldn't have been able to explain it no matter how much they talked."

Zhang Yang never expected that his words would come true.