The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

Yu Hang doesn't have a bad temper, but during conversations, he can sometimes leave people speechless with just a few words.

For example, when invited to dinner parties, he would always casually decline with a "My family is poor, I can't afford to pay" statement.

Someone offered him a cigarette, but he shook his head slightly and said seriously, "I don't smoke or drink, and I don't talk about love. We boys have to learn to love ourselves."

Shen Yao added Yu Hang and clicked into his Moments. The background was completely black, and the content was minimal, consisting entirely of a small black cat named "Princess," with large, bright eyes and slightly upturned corners.

His WeChat Moments are like a minimalist cat-raising diary:

"Her Highness is sleeping today as well."

"He has such a bad temper, he got arrested again."

The accompanying pictures sometimes show the cat curled up in a black ball of fur in the corner of the sofa, and sometimes it is stretching lazily with its paws outstretched, looking like it's not to be trifled with.

Once, the two of them were walking side by side on a damp street.

Shen Yao suddenly remembered something and pulled out a script card and a pen from her bag. She tucked the umbrella handle under her arm and bent down to write.

Rainwater splashed onto her white shirt, leaving several dark watermarks on her chest.

Looking at her like this, Yu Hang lazily reached out and took the umbrella, holding it steadily over her head.

Shen Yao looked up, paused for a moment, then smiled back at him.

The moment she smiled, Yu Hang felt a rare surge of curiosity and leaned closer to see what she was writing that made her so reckless.

Upon seeing this, he was stunned.

The open card was blank except for traces of old lines. And Shen Yao didn't seem to have any real intention of writing anything.

Just then, because he was distracted and moved closer, the umbrella in his hand tilted slightly, then slipped from his grasp and fell onto the wet ground.

The fine, cold raindrops, now unobstructed, fell directly on his head and body.

Shen Yao blinked in surprise, then looked down at the umbrella on the ground, and then looked up to meet his gaze. Suddenly, she couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. Her laughter was clear and bright, especially distinct in the sound of rain.

Yu Hang was stunned at first. His gaze swept over her empty script card, and then looked at the scene in front of him, which clearly looked like her "scheme had succeeded". Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

He smiled too, but the curve was tinged with grievance, and he drawled, "Sister, you lied to me?"

After several encounters, Shen Yao's vague guess gradually became clearer. Yu Hang was most likely not a rich second-generation, but rather the son of an official.

His professional skills are not bad, but his rainbow-colored hair is really too out of place.

Finally, Liu Yunyun, acting as the representative, cautiously approached and, with a forced smile, discussed the matter:

"Junior Yu Hang, um, you see, this is the school anniversary gala, it's quite formal. Could you temporarily dye your hair back to black? Just for the day of the gala! Afterwards, if you want to dye it green, we'll support you!"

Yu Hang was leaning against the wall playing on his phone. Hearing this, he didn't even lift his eyelids. He neither agreed nor refused, but the air of "laziness" and "unwillingness" was almost tangible.

Shen Yao sighed softly, not holding out much hope, and walked up to Yu Hang, her voice gentle:

"Yu Hang, why don't you dye your hair back, okay?"

Yu Hang paused in his game, finally looked up, and lazily glanced at her.

Upon looking at her, his gaze lingered on Shen Yao for a few seconds.

Today, Shen Yao wore a white off-shoulder sweater, revealing one delicate collarbone and rounded shoulder. She paired it with slim-fitting flared jeans that accentuated her long, straight legs. Her eyes were large, with upturned corners that curved into crescent moons when she spoke to him.

Her simple attire made her exceptionally beautiful and charming.

It's just... showing off one shoulder.

Yu Hang didn't answer the question about the hair dye. As if utterly exhausted, he slid down the wall and sat on the floor, looking up at Shen Yao who was standing there, and asked abruptly:

"Does black look good?"

Shen Yao naturally sat down next to him and gently massaged his slightly sore calf muscles.

Her movement caused the neckline of her off-shoulder sweater to slip down a little further, revealing more of her fair and delicate skin, which shone dazzlingly under the lights of the rehearsal hall.

Yu Hang stared at her dazzling skin for another two seconds.

The next second, he suddenly made a move, deftly taking off the windbreaker he was wearing, which still had his body heat on it. Without even looking at it, he casually threw it at Shen Yao, covering her face with it.

Shen Yao seemed a little dazed by this sudden "attack." She pulled her clothes off her head, hugged them to her chest, and turned to look at Yu Hang with feigned surprise.

Yu Hang had already looked away, leaving her with only one sentence: "Wearing this, it's drafty and looks cold."

"...Thank you. Aren't you cold?"

Yu Hang ignored her, his fingers flying across the screen.

Shen Yao waited a few seconds, and seeing that he had no intention of talking anymore, she stood up with the large coat in her arms, smiled at Liu Yunyun beside her, and indicated that she would go and rest for a while.

However, to everyone's utter surprise...

The next afternoon, when Yu Hang strolled into the rehearsal hall again, his once flamboyant rainbow short hair had turned pure black.

He wore a navy blue Adidas zip-up jacket with classic white three stripes. The white turtleneck underneath covered his neck neatly, and the white trim on the cuffs peeked out, perfectly complementing the white stripes on the jacket.

The fit is loose and baggy, giving the shoulder line a casual look. One hand is in the pocket, and the other is holding the shoulder strap of a black crossbody bag.

With his sculpted features and fair complexion, he unexpectedly looked refreshing and handsome, exuding youthful energy.

Liu Yunyun could hardly believe her eyes; the surprise came too suddenly!

"Junior Yu Hang, you... you've dyed your hair back?"

Yu Hang, still looking lazy, yawned and waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and line up, then go to sleep."

Liu Yunyun looked at him, secretly wondering: Junior Yu Hang seems to be short of money, should I transfer some to him as a token of my appreciation...?

The intensive rehearsals have finally come to an end.

Shen Yao found Yu Hang, who was about to leave, and handed him the paper bag.

"Yu Hang, your coat is washed, thank you."

Yu Hang took the paper bag and unconsciously rubbed the fabric with his fingers. A faint fragrance wafted from it, just like the one he had smelled on Shen Yao before.

He didn't say anything, just casually slung the paper bag over his shoulder and turned to leave.

After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, stopped, turned half his face to the side, and said, "Wear more clothes."

Without waiting for Shen Yao's reaction, he put his hands in his pockets and sauntered away, his newly dyed black hair looking somewhat disheveled in the evening breeze.

Shen Yao watched his figure disappear around the corner, raising an eyebrow slightly. She took out her phone; several unread messages from Qin Fang were on the screen.

There's a small dinner gathering at the station tonight. Wang Tao and the others are going too. Want to come along? We can also chat about next week's program.

During this period, Qin Fang went to the TV station even more frequently.

He has a keen and insightful eye, and his suggestions on program packaging and promotion are often incisive. As the head of an entertainment group from a prominent family, even though he delegates most of the day-to-day affairs to his team, he is still a connection that Shen Yao must carefully maintain.

Qin Fang watched as Shen Yao repeatedly adjusted a camera angle and argued with others over a single frame of editing.

She possesses a rare combination of clear-headed beauty, profound professionalism, and unabashed ambition. Especially this ambition, which she shows no hesitation when confronting him.

Such a woman has quietly moved out of his "can be pursued at will" category.

Her focus and resilience even made Qin Fang consider recruiting her. His initial thoughts of "picking her up" gradually faded, replaced by a sense of recognition for a worthy working partner.

Of the several disputes that arose over production issues, the most intense one was about the editing direction of a certain interview segment.

That day, Shen Yao displayed a strength he had never seen before. She didn't back down an inch, analyzing the situation meticulously and providing solid evidence, completely different from her usual gentle demeanor.

Qin Fang finally relented: "Okay, we'll do as she says."

The show received much praise after it aired, and Shen Yao also gained further recognition from the station and investor Qin Fang.

Once, Qin Fang failed to arrange a meeting with Xiao Weilin, and turned to Yu Hang with a sigh: "Your senior sister Shen is really not just a pretty face."

Yu Hang paused slightly as he twirled his pen. "She has always been outstanding."

Shen Yao's phone vibrated. She glanced at the screen and replied to Qin Fang's message: "I'll be at the dinner party."