You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

Zhang Jianyao, wearing a bathrobe, leaned casually against the bar counter, holding a bottle of sparkling water in his hand.

"Let me be frank with you," Zhang Jianyao sneered. "Do you think Xinghan Media chose you because your live streams are so popular? Or because you sing so well? Don't take yourself too seriously."

He continued unhurriedly, "This Jiangbei Music Festival coincides with the peak tourist season."

"With such strong support from above, we needed to respond in kind, so the participating singers had to be from Jiangcheng. We happened to see you, and since it was a cheap offer, we added you to the list."

"To put it bluntly," Zhang Jianyao said bluntly, "all we want to do is give you a small appearance fee, and you can go up and sing a couple of songs. If that doesn't work, don't even turn on the microphone, just play the original audio and lip-sync to make up the number of people, nobody will care."

At this point, Zhang Jianyao snorted and pointed to the proposal on the table: "As for Zhang Yuan, whom you just mentioned, he used to be the center of a top boy group in China, and he has just returned from studying at Berklee College of Music."

This is his first public performance since returning to China. If we don't schedule it during prime time, are we going to let you, a bar singer, go there instead?

These words were really awful.

Xiao Wei, sitting to the side, was trembling with anger; she had never been treated like this before.

She stood up abruptly from the sofa, glaring at Zhang Jianyao: "Can't you speak properly?!"

We simply raised reasonable questions about the itinerary schedule. You failed to communicate clearly beforehand, and now you're resorting to personal attacks against us?

Zhang Jianyao was taken aback.

Instead of getting angry, he narrowed his swollen eyes and brazenly swept his gaze over Xiao Wei's full breasts and fair legs.

Zhang Jianyao's lips curled into a smile: "What's your name? How about becoming my secretary? I guarantee I'll buy you an apartment in downtown Jiangcheng within a year, cash on delivery. What do you say?"

"You... shameless! Absolutely unreasonable!" Xiao Wei's pretty face turned red with anger.

The female secretary sitting to the side lowered her head awkwardly...

Xiao Wei tugged hard at Lu Ci's sleeve: "Boss Lu, let's go! We're not going to this lousy music festival, and we're not signing this!"

However, Lu Ci remained seated on the sofa without moving.

He simply gave Zhang Jianyao a deep look.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

"Mr. Zhang is right. How can we not sign such a great opportunity to perform?"

Under Xiao Wei's incredulous gaze, Lu Ci calmly picked up the pen on the coffee table, looked at the thick performance contract, and signed his name on the last page.

Xiao Wei bit her red lips, plopped back down on the sofa, her chest heaving violently, her face full of disappointment and frustration.

Just then, the half-open bedroom door at the back of the suite was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

A slender, graceful figure walked out.

The woman was wearing a sexy black lace semi-transparent nightgown, revealing large expanses of her snow-white skin.

As she ran her hand through her messy hair, she lazily asked, "What's all the noise outside...?"

She had only spoken halfway when she looked up and was shocked to find two strangers sitting on the sofa in the living room, all four pairs of eyes staring at her.

The woman was taken aback at first, then let out a short gasp.

She clutched her chest in a panic, and like a startled rabbit, fled back to her bedroom and closed the door.

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, Gu Xiaowei's eyes widened instantly as she sat on the sofa.

She stared at the closed door, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Lu Ci withdrew his gaze, deftly capped his pen, and pushed the signed contract in front of his female secretary.

"Heh." Zhang Jianyao sneered.

He turned around, yawning, and walked towards the bedroom where the lace-clad beauty was hidden.

"Alright, let's go." Lu Ci stood up and turned to his still embarrassed secretary, saying, "After you've compiled the playlist for the music library, send it directly to Xiao Wei. I'll select some from it and send it to you."

After saying that, Lu Ci walked towards the door.

……

Inside the elevator.

As the numbers descended, Gu Xiaowei crossed her arms, leaned against the elevator wall, lowered her head, and remained silent, looking sullen.

Lu Ci turned his head to look at her, and seeing her baby face that was as angry as a pufferfish, he couldn't help but tease her, "What's wrong? Why is your face so long?"

Xiao Wei looked up at him with a resentful gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then couldn't help but pour out her pent-up frustration:

"Boss Lu, what were you thinking today? Look at that arrogant, condescending attitude of General Manager Zhang just now!"

Xiaowei felt increasingly sorry for him as she spoke: "As long as we keep doing live streams, we'll become a huge hit sooner or later! Then, plenty of legitimate production teams and investors will be lining up to collaborate with you. Why should you put up with this bunch of people's humiliation here?!"

Listening to Xiao Wei's barrage of complaints, Lu Ci smiled gently.

He actually understood Xiaowei's feelings at that moment.

After all, she was a rich heiress who had just graduated and was driving a Porsche. She had had a smooth life since childhood and naturally had the confidence to "rather be a broken jade than a whole tile".

For these kinds of people, the world is black and white, and the word "forbearance" simply doesn't exist in their dictionary.

"Xiao Wei, if you're upset, just let it go. It's not a big deal." Lu Ci's tone was surprisingly calm as he watched the elevator numbers keep changing.

"That resort project in Jiangbei is a bottomless pit right now. You, Boss Chen, have even sold your car. I need money, and I also need to quickly increase my fan base and take on commercial performances to earn money to fill that hole. At this moment, face is the least valuable thing."

"But!" Xiaowei retorted angrily, her eyes red-rimmed, "They made you the one to open the show! During that time slot, if you were singing to thin air, you probably wouldn't gain as many followers as you would by simply doing a live stream from a bar!"

The elevator arrived at the underground parking garage at that moment, and the metal doors slowly opened to both sides.

Lu Ci was the first to walk out.

"Who knows?"

Lu Ci's voice echoed in the empty garage:

"What if... I become famous as soon as I open my mouth?"