Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

Liu Qianqian's body, propelled by inertia, slammed into Yu Le's arms.

Yu Le staggered half a step from the impact, and the three huge pink shopping bags in her hands all fell to the ground with a clatter.

A limited-edition Hello Kitty doll poked half of its round head out of the bag.

Liu Qianqian's gaze instantly shifted from Yu Le's face to the mouthless cat.

She abruptly released Yu Le and lunged at the pink bag on the ground.

"Hello Kitty! It's a 30th anniversary limited edition!"

Liu Qianqian hugged the huge plush toy tightly to her chest, rubbing her cheeks against the cat's head frantically, clearly unable to put it down.

The red contact lenses, combined with her current obsessive and infatuated state, made the scene incredibly bizarre.

Yu Le patted the creases on his chest from the impact, looking disdainfully at the guy on the ground who no longer resembled "Red Sunflower" at all.

"Who was it that just threatened to stab me to death with the demon sword?"

Liu Qianqian held the doll high, using it to cover her face with a righteous air, revealing only a pair of bright red eyes.

"That's what Hongkui said, what does it have to do with me, Longkui?"

"I'm possessed by Zhao Ling'er right now, I'm so obedient!"

Yu Le was amused by this shameless remark.

He reached out and pinched her cheek through the doll. Hmm, it felt nice, full of collagen.

"Alright, stop joking around. Focus on filming and don't embarrass me."

Yu Le turned around, preparing to inspect the film crew.

Yang Mi, who hadn't dared to utter a sound until now, finally found a chance to interject.

She subtly adjusted the red theatrical costume she was wearing.

Take a deep breath and step forward.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his signature fox-like eyes, and a standard business smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

Exactly eight teeth were visible.

"Hello, Mr. Yu."

The sound was crisp and clear, with a touch of deliberate sweetness that was pleasant to listen to.

Yu Le stopped and turned her head.

His gaze fell on the girl in red in front of him, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Yang Mi, at seventeen, was so tender and youthful that you could almost squeeze water out of her.

That youthful spirit, not yet fully tainted by the entertainment industry's corrupting influence, was mixed with an ambitious drive.

Like a newly sprouted weed, it desperately tries to grasp every ray of sunlight.

"You are... Yang Mi?"

Yu Le asked the question knowingly, his tone tinged with amusement.

Yang Mi was clearly surprised that the big boss would actually call him by name. His smile instantly became more genuine, and even his fox-like eyes lit up.

She bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture.

"Yes, Mr. Yu, I am Yang Mi, and I play Tang Xuejian in the play."

She straightened up, clasped her hands in front of her, and struck a well-behaved and sensible pose.

"I've been wanting to find an opportunity to thank you in person."

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity to play the female lead. I... I will definitely live up to your expectations and do my best to act well!"

These words were spoken so flawlessly.

For a high school girl, this level of emotional intelligence is simply a gift from God.

In fact, she's a little too mature.

Yu Le looked at her quietly.

To be honest, Yu Le's impression of her was only so-so.

He felt that the girl was too ambitious and didn't seem like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl at all.

But he didn't say anything. After all, in the entertainment industry, everyone is in it for the money, which is perfectly normal.

Yu Le nodded, a signature, enigmatic smile on his face.

"Perform well."

It only has three simple words.

There was no unnecessary small talk, not even a polite phrase like "I believe in you."

He maintained a polite yet distant demeanor.

Yang Mi's smile froze for a moment, and a barely perceptible hint of disappointment flashed in his fox-like eyes.

She keenly sensed this invisible barrier.

All the prepared remarks, such as "I admire you very much" and "May I ask you for advice on the script," were now stuck in my throat.

She awkwardly tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"Okay...okay, Mr. Yu."

Yu Le didn't look at her again.

He turned his head and waved to Liu Qianqian, who was still kissing Hello Kitty.

"I'm gone."

"Huh? You're leaving already?"

Liu Qianqian put the doll down, looking reluctant.

"Aren't you going to eat on set? Today's lunchbox has chicken drumsticks!"

"Keep it for yourself."

Yu Le waved his hand and walked out without looking back.

"Be more careful, or the costume will burst open."

"Yu! Le!"

Liu Qianqian's furious roar came from behind.

Yu Le curled the corners of her mouth into a smile.

This is the kind of energy you should have at this age.

As for Yang Mi...

Yu Le walked out of the film set and got into the black minivan.

The car window slowly rolled up, shutting out the noise from outside.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Salted Fish Entertainment is a grand temple, capable of accommodating true masters as well as ambitious individuals.

As long as she can make money for the company, Yu Le wouldn't mind signing her and giving her resources.

……

The plane landed in Beijing.

It was already 10 p.m.

The night breeze in the capital carried a hint of coolness, dispelling the fatigue of the journey.

Yu Le pushed open the gate of Shengshi Huating.

The room was pitch black.

Only a small, warm yellow light remained in the entryway.

Quiet.

A long-awaited quiet.

It was obvious that Yu Muchen, that little devil, had already fallen asleep.

Yu Le changed her shoes and pushed her suitcase aside.

He went into the living room and threw himself into the soft leather sofa.

Slight footsteps came from upstairs.

Liu Xiaoli, wearing a silk bathrobe and carrying a glass of warm water, walked down the stairs.

The dim light shone on her face, and time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to this woman, leaving few traces on her face, but instead giving her a gentle and refined temperament.

"You're back?"

I spoke very softly, afraid of waking up the little darling upstairs.

Yu Le opened his eyes and his gaze fell on her.

"Um."

Liu Xiaoli walked over and placed the water glass on the coffee table.

She sat down naturally next to Yu Le and reached out to massage his temples.

The fingertips felt slightly cool, the pressure was just right, perfect.

"How's Sissi doing?"

"I'm fine."

.....

The two chatted back and forth about the trivial matters of the past few days, with a faint aroma of tea filling the air.

Comfortable.

This is why there's no place like home.