Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

Deng Zhe looked down at the slender hand that was tightly gripping his arm, and his lips twitched.

What exactly is this guy up to? Is he after my good looks?

The netizens are right... Boys need to protect themselves when they're out!

"Sister, what exactly do you want? My mom gave me a death order: don't come home until you find a job. Please, just let me leave!"

"This..." Dilraba's big, seemingly not very bright eyes darted around, a little idea taking over her mind.

A smug smile played on her lips.

"It's just work. Here's what we'll do: come back to the company with me, and I'll arrange some work for you."

Patting his chest with a resounding thud, Deng Zhe quickly turned his head away, silently chanting "Oh, my rice tofu!" to himself.

Using this to test cadres, which cadre can withstand such a test?

Anyway, Deng Zhe couldn't take it anymore: "Fine, fine! I'll go with you. Let go!"

"Yay!" Reba quickly fastened her seatbelt, her eyes sweeping over the electric scooter parked by the roadside:

"Should I find someone to hold off on your 'priceless treasure' for you?"

"No need, just leave it there. Nobody cares about this old car." Deng Zhe quickly fastened his seatbelt.

"Hurry up, Reba driver, let's hope we can get there before lunchtime."

His tone was full of distrust of Reba's driving skills.

Dilraba blushed, took a deep breath, and muttered to herself:

"Left brake, right accelerator...turn on turn signal...release handbrake..."

They even knew to release the handbrake, that's good!

The car got back on the road at an extremely slow speed.

Deng Zhe gripped the handrails tightly with both hands and said nervously, "How about... I drive?"

"No!! I have to drive!" Dilraba refused outright, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Deng Zhe's hands were welded to the handrail, his heart filled with despair.

What kind of situation is this?

She missed the interview, but was then "tied" back to the company by this future top star.

This has already been so "exciting" in just one hour since I left home. I guess I'm just not suited to going out.

Amidst Reba's intense anxiety and Deng Zhe's utter despair, the car finally arrived at the Jiaxing Tianxia Film and Television Company building.

A grand office building with a prominent company logo hanging at the entrance!

After parking the car, Reba seemed to have accomplished a great feat, letting out a long sigh of relief, her forehead beaded with sweat.

She turned to look at Deng Zhe, her eyes pleading:

"Um... when you see Sister Mi later, could you... not make it sound so serious? Just... just say it was an accidental brush?"

She put her hands together in a gesture of supplication.

Deng Zhe shrugged noncommittally: "It depends on my mood!"

"Oh dear!" Reba grabbed Deng Zhe's arm and shook it, her voice strained:

"Just say yes, or Sister Mi will yell at me to death!!"

Here we go again, using this to test our cadres!

Deng Zhe admitted that he had lost again, and lost completely: "Fine, fine, I won't say anything later, you can say whatever you want."

Reba led Deng Zhe somewhat nervously, like a primary school student who had done something wrong, walking with her head down through the bright lobby and taking the elevator directly to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator doors open, a simple yet elegant reception area comes into view.

"Hello, Sister Reba." The receptionist greeted her with a smile, her curious gaze falling on Deng Zhe behind her.

Deng Zhe smiled and nodded at her, and the young lady lowered her head with a slight blush.

Reba gave a vague reply and led Deng Zhe quickly through the office area, attracting the curiosity of many employees.

"Is this a new artist at the company?"

"I don't know, I've never seen him before, but he's quite handsome."

"What's the use of being handsome? Does the company need more handsome guys?"

"Yeah, work, work! There's still work to be done."

Ignoring everyone's comments, Dilraba walked straight to the door with the "President's Office" sign and took several deep breaths.

"Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha! Hoo-ha!"

"Don't breathe anymore, I'm suffocating standing next to you, leave me some air."

Deng Zhe couldn't help but tease her, seeing how adorable she looked.

"You!!" Dilraba clenched her little fist at him, and finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Come in." A distinctive little baby voice came from inside.

Deng Zhe immediately recognized Yang Mi's voice; it was so distinctive.

Dilraba's hand trembled slightly as she pushed open the door, while Deng Zhe slowly followed.

The office is spacious and bright, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city view.

Behind a large desk sat Boss Yang Mi.

She wore a well-tailored off-white casual suit, her long hair was slightly wavy, and her makeup was exquisite.

Yang Mi looked up and saw it was Reba. A gentle smile appeared on her face: "Reba? Are you back from driving practice...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Deng Zhe who followed her in and immediately realized that he wasn't one of the company's employees.

"Who is he?" Yang Mi frowned slightly, leaning back a little, exuding an invisible pressure.

"Sister Mi..." Reba lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes. "I...I've gotten into trouble..."

Yang Mi jumped to her feet, her voice rising three octaves, almost shouting, "You're pregnant?"

"Huh??" Reba looked up in horror, waving her hands frantically. "No, no, how could that be? Sister Mi, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Yang Mi breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down, and pointed at Deng Zhe with her slender finger: "So what's his situation?"

Over the next few minutes, Dilraba recounted the entire incident in fits and starts, focusing on her job search.

Yang Mi remained expressionless throughout, tapping his fingers lightly on the table.

Her gaze swept over Deng Zhe, scrutinizing him.

She certainly has the looks and the potential to be an idol, but it all depends on her character.

Deng Zhe remained calm and allowed her to look him over, not caring at all; she wasn't going to eat him, was she?

This calmness, however, caused a flicker of surprise in Yang Mi's eyes. Most people would have been at a loss if she had been staring at them like that.

"So, you want me to arrange a job for this gentleman?"

Yang Mi's voice was unreadable: "How should I address this gentleman?"

"Yeah, what's your name?" Dilraba also turned to look at Deng Zhe.

Yang Mi's rosy lips twitched twice. This silly little sister of hers, she'd be selling someone one day and still be clapping on the sidelines.

"Hello, Sister Mi!" Deng Zhe stepped forward, his tone relaxed.

"My name is Deng Zhe. Just call me Zhe Shuai. That's what my friends call me."

Smooth-talking.

This is the label Yang Mi gave to Deng Zhe.

"Reba, go outside and wait for me. I need to talk to Mr. Deng alone." Yang Mi felt she had to help Reba resolve this problem.

"Sister Mi..." Reba glanced worriedly at the nonchalant Deng Zhe, then looked at Yang Mi, but in the end dared not disobey.

She walked out, turning back every few steps, and gently closed the door behind her.

Only two people remained in the office.

Yang Mi stood up and walked to Deng Zhe at a comfortable distance, exuding an aura of authority: "Mr. Deng, just say it, what do you want?"

Her tone was forceful, as if she wanted to intimidate Deng Zhe with her presence.

Because this matter absolutely must not be publicized.

Dilraba is just beginning to make a name for herself, and if such a scandal breaks out, it would be a devastating blow to her.

Deng Zhe merely raised an eyebrow, put his hands in his pockets, and feigned innocence.

"Sister Mi, you're scaring me! Are you trying to silence me?"

"You!!!" Yang Mi glared at him, annoyed. "What are you thinking! This is a legitimate company!"

She hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, her gaze falling on Deng Zhe's undeniably handsome face.

A thought kept popping into my head.