Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Lin Jianshen and Zhong Ran were attending an entertainment industry event together.

Zhong Ran wore a dark blue long dress, with exquisite makeup, and looked dignified and proper.

Lin Jianshen, dressed in a black suit, stood beside her as her partner.

This activity has eligibility requirements.

Without a hit work to speak of, or being the main character in a work, you won't receive any invitations at all.

Of course, if your family is rich and powerful, that's a different story.

The ceremony was followed by a banquet.

In the manor hall, a long table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and the silver cutlery gleamed under the lights.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the bustling crowd, figures moved about.

Ding Yonghua was also there.

The popularity of movies and TV series has declined in recent years.

The film and television industry has increasingly higher requirements for high-quality products.

The old marketing methods relying on online trolls are no longer as effective.

Ding Yonghua's company recently invested heavily in two films and a TV series, both of which flopped, resulting in significant financial losses.

So he decided to come to the awards ceremony of this "peak night" of short drama to see what the wind was blowing.

The Best Newcomer Award was given to Lin Jianshen.

Therefore, Ding Yonghua glanced at him a few more times, and unexpectedly found Zhong Ran next to him.

The grudge from the burned birds resurfaced in my mind.

Over the years, he has sexually harassed too many women, and he no longer finds those actresses he can easily seduce interesting.

I now love these thorny roses.

Moreover, Zhong Ran's looks and temperament are indeed very impressive.

At the banquet, she stood under the crystal chandelier, as if her whole body was glowing.

Ding Yonghua, holding a wine glass, stood in front of Lin Jianshen and Zhong Ran.

"Miss Zhong, it's nice to see you again. And who is this gentleman beside you?"

Lin Jianshen turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a large belly.

He was probably in his forties, with only a bald patch around his head, which he managed to style into a "local support for the central government" look.

She wore several rings on her fingers—jade, gold-inlaid jade, and rings with pigeon-egg-sized pieces.

Whether he's tacky or not, I don't know, but he's definitely rich.

Lin Jianshen came here specifically for him, so he pretended not to recognize him: "I'm Ms. Zhong's partner, Lin Jianshen, the one who just received the award on stage. I don't know if you remember me."

Ding Yonghua didn't take him seriously and gave him a perfunctory reply.

Then he turned to Zhong Ran and said, "Miss Zhong, it's been so many years, you still look as charming as ever."

Zhong Ran asked in a distant tone, "President Ding, is there something you need?"

Ding Yonghua chuckled, his gaze sweeping greedily over Zhong Ran's exposed collarbone.

"I never imagined that Ms. Chung could find such enjoyment in being a short drama actress."

"How about you come with me for a few days? I'll give you resources, spend money to promote you, and help you get back to your peak."

Zhong Ran narrowed her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips: "I'm doing very well now, no need for President Ding to worry about me."

"There are plenty of people willing to go out with you, why bother coming to me?"

Ding Yonghua sighed and put on a deeply affectionate expression: "Miss Zhong is a beauty of unparalleled grace, I can't forget you."

Lin Jianshen interjected, "If you can't forget it, go memorize vocabulary words or take the postgraduate entrance exam. Don't waste such a good memory. Can you even remember 'abandon'?"

Ding Yonghua frowned, his fat face jiggling: "Where did this brat come from, so tactless?"

He felt that Lin Jianshen dared to speak so arrogantly because he did not understand his financial resources.

So he raised his hand, letting Lin Jianshen see the jade thumb ring on his thumb.

"See that?" he said arrogantly, pointing to the jade-green thumb ring. "You can't afford to mess with me. Get lost."

Unfortunately, Lin Jianshen had very low emotional intelligence: "Why does this thing match the color of a beer bottle?"

He leaned closer, examining it carefully: "Hey, Mr. Ding, your craftsmanship is amazing! How did you manage to make a beer bottle shaped like a thumb ring?"

Ding Yonghua was so angry his mouth almost twisted out of shape.

However, this conflict is not enough to warrant an unwarranted ban on a male actor from Zhuifeng Media.

He tried hard to control himself and not lose his composure.

But Lin Jianshen's foul mouth was like it was poisoned, constantly muttering to himself beside him.

"And is your chain made of gold? Won't it float when you swim?"

"Hey, did you deliberately grow your hair this long? Do you think it makes you look younger? Actually, I think shaving it all off gives you more presence, really, since the middle is already shaved anyway."

Yakitori desperately wanted to take revenge on Zhong Ran.

But Lin Jianshen kept making sarcastic remarks, so Ding Yonghua had no chance to speak to Zhong Ran.

He was absolutely furious.

Lin Jianshen then said, "Why are your eyes so wide? Are you acting like a husky?"

Ding Yonghua flew into a rage and raised his voice: "Who are you calling a husky?"

Lin Jianshen said, "Tsk tsk, the barking has started."

The two started arguing.

Someone nearby came over to break up the fight.

"Mr. Ding, Mr. Ding, there's no need to get angry with a nobody."

The visitor was Wang Ming, the young master of a third-rate family, who was considered a person of some standing.

He offered a way out, and Ding Yonghua's expression softened slightly. He snorted, "This kid speaks very rudely, it's not that I'm rude."

Wang Ming's female companion covered her mouth and laughed, her voice sweet and coquettish: "What kind of worldly experience does this little guy have? You're being too kind by talking to him."

Upon hearing this voice, Ding Yonghua's mind immediately began to wander.

He knew from experience that a woman like that would always have a beautiful voice when she sang.

He instinctively felt that this woman must be very vulgar.

But when he turned his head and looked at it, he was stunned.

The woman is alluring but not gaudy, with delicate features and a stunning figure.

The white fabric of the low-cut dress made him dizzy.

"Young Master Wang, who is this?" Ding Yonghua's eyes were gleaming.

Wang Ming introduced her, saying, "This is my distant cousin, Wang Yayun."

"Ya-Yun is preparing to enter the entertainment industry, but she doesn't know which company to join, so I brought her to a place like this to take a look first."

Ding Yonghua's eyes lit up: "If you want to get into the entertainment industry, come to me. I'll find a few celebrities to endorse you, and I guarantee you'll be popular right from the start."

Wang Yayun covered her mouth in surprise: "President Ding, you're willing to help me?"

"It wouldn't be right to ask you for help for no reason, would it?"

Ding Yonghua smiled meaningfully: "You just need to play with me for a few days."

Wang Yayun's expression changed several times before she finally gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, being able to go out with President Ding is something many people would love to do."

Ding Yonghua looked at Wang Ming: "I'll take her on a trip for a few days, then bring her back."

"No objections, right?"

What opinions could a young master from a third-rate family possibly have?

Wang Ming forced a smile: "We're all adults here, as long as Ya Yun agrees, that's fine."

Ding Yonghua was overjoyed and pulled Wang Yayun outside.

Wang Ming turned to Lin Jianshen, patted him on the shoulder with a wry smile, and said, "You're such a hothead, daring to offend even President Ding."

"I helped you out of that situation, so coming bowl with me for a bit isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Lin Jianshen said, "Zhong Ran, please excuse me for a moment."

Zhong Ran nodded: "You go ahead, I'll walk around by myself."

The two found a deserted balcony.

Wang Ming pointed to a Maybach driving out of the manor and said, "Brother Biao, that's Ding Yonghua's car."

Lin Jianshen nodded and commented, "A two-tone Maybach, the color scheme of a honey badger from the animal kingdom."

Wang Ming smiled ingratiatingly: "That's a brilliant analogy."

He rubbed his hands together somewhat sheepishly: "Could you reduce my gambling debts a little?"

"See? My acting wasn't bad, was it?"

Lin Jianshen patted him on the shoulder: "Reducing it is impossible; we can't break the rules."

"But giving you a table of chips is no problem. How much you win on the ship is up to you."

"What, your dad didn't give you any pocket money again this month?"

Wang Ming was a little embarrassed: "I wanted to win back my losses, but I couldn't resist and lost them all again."