They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The next day, when Xia Yutong opened her eyes, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling hurt her eyes.

She squinted for several seconds before realizing that this wasn't her room.

The chandelier in her bedroom is a regular white ceiling light, while this one is a crystal chandelier with rings hanging down.

Xia Yutong propped herself up on the bed and sat up. The blanket slipped down to her waist. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a white bathrobe.

The kind of hotel uniform, with a belt tied in a knot around the waist.

She paused for two or three seconds, then lifted the collar of her bathrobe and peeked inside.

The black lace lingerie is still there.

Xia Yutong breathed a sigh of relief, but then her headache returned: Who put the bathrobe on her?

Her memories were all jumbled up; the last thing she could recall was Jiang Han helping her out of the car.

She walked that stretch of road in a daze, her feet feeling like they were stepping on cotton.

At the time, I was wondering why the hotel corridor was so long; it seemed like I could walk to the end.

After entering the room, she grabbed Jiang Han's sleeve and refused to let go.

Then, she started taking off her skirt.

This memory suddenly became exceptionally clear, so clear that Xia Yutong wished she could stuff the pillow into her mouth.

Good heavens! I want to strip myself naked in front of Jiang Han!

She remembers reaching for the zipper on her back, and it took her several tries to reach it. The zipper made a very loud noise when it was pulled down.

When the zipper is fully zipped up, the skirt slips off the shoulders.

Jiang Han seemed at a loss at the time.

I think I pulled the skirt down really hard, until it finally came off my buttocks.

Then she reached up to unhook her bra...

Jiang Han dressed her in the bathrobe!

Her hands were not behaving properly at the time; Jiang Han pulled her in, but she pulled out again, repeating this several times.

Finally, Jiang Han must have gotten annoyed, so he shoved both arms in at once, and before she could pull them back, they were caught in his sleeves.

The ties were gathered together, knotted, and then tucked into the blanket.

Xia Yutong had no recollection of what happened after that.

Xia Yutong sat on the bed, covering her face with her hands, her ear tips burning red.

Jiang Han helped her hold the last line of defense.

I didn't expect him to be so serious...

Half an hour later.

Xingyue Media, Chairman's Office.

Jiang Han sat behind his desk, a draft contract on his computer screen.

He was reviewing the last few profit-sharing clauses when the intercom on his desk rang. His secretary said that Linghua and Zeng Yi had arrived.

Jiang Han pushed open the door and went out, just in time to meet Xia Yutong; the two almost bumped into each other.

Good morning, Attorney Xia!

Xia Yutong lowered her head and remained silent.

She glanced at Jiang Han secretly, or more accurately, at his face.

On my right cheek, from my cheekbone to my earlobe, there is a thin red mark that has already scabbed over.

"Your face..." Xia Yutong pointed to the mark.

Did I scratch your face until it bled last night?

"You drank too much last night and don't remember anything?"

Jiang Han didn't wait for her reply and turned to walk into the conference room.

Xia Yutong followed behind, clutching her handbag tightly.

The meeting room door was open, and Fang Chongwen had already arrived, sitting at one side of the long table with several printed contracts in front of him.

Zeng Yi and Linghua sat opposite each other. Linghua was wearing a red sweatshirt today, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. She looked much more energetic than last night.

Jiang Han sat down in the main seat and pushed the contract to the center of the table.

"Mr. Fang, please introduce yourself."

Fang Chongwen picked up the contract and turned to the first page.

"The management contract is for three years, the revenue sharing ratio is based on the company's new artist standards, the company will fully invest in the first album, and the publicity budget will be no less than five million. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."

Linghua picked up the contract, flipped through it, and handed it to Zeng Yi.

"No problem." Zeng Yi put the contract down after reading it.

"Then sign it." Fang Chongwen handed over the pen.

The two parties signed the contract, affixed the company seal, and made two copies.

"Welcome to Star Moon Media."

Fang Chongwen extended his hand, and Linghua shook it with him.

"Zeng Yi, today you can first show Linghua around the company environment, and then organize the original songs you have on hand."

"Yes, Chairman Jiang."

With the singer's contract finalized, only Jiang Han and Xia Yutong remained in the meeting room.

Xia Yutong sat in the chair with her head down, twisting the bag handle with her fingers, turning the rope back and forth.

She dared not look at Jiang Han's face, looking away but wanting to look again, like a thief.

"Did I take my clothes off last night?" she asked, her voice dry and hoarse.

Jiang Han joked, "Not only did he want to take his clothes off, but he also kept saying he wanted to sleep with me. I couldn't stop him!"

"If I hadn't run fast, I probably would have lost my virginity!"

Jiang Han smiled broadly, his tone teasing, his expression as cheeky as could be.

Xia Yutong opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Jiang Han laughed even harder: "Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. You were just drunk and acting crazy last night, nothing else happened."

"That bathrobe..."

"I helped you put it on," Jiang Han said casually.

"You're not being honest; you keep pulling your hand back. It took me ages to get it on."

"And this mark on your face..."

"You scratched it, so you can't blame it on anyone else."

Xia Yutong lowered her head: "I'm sorry!"

She felt a tightness in her chest, partly from embarrassment and partly from something she couldn't quite explain.

She remembered how she had clung to Jiang Han's sleeve the night before, taking off her skirt and unhooking her bra.

She had never lost her composure like this in front of anyone in her entire life.

"It's nothing, just a scratch." Jiang Han stood up and neatly stacked the contracts on the table.

"By the way, take two colleagues to the Nezha movie set when you have some free time. We can't let the money go to waste; we need to keep an eye on things!"

"Okay...okay."

Jingzhou, Universal Music.

Shan Yichun sat on a bench in the corridor outside the recording studio, holding a cup of Americano in her hand.

She arrived at the company at eight o'clock this morning. Jiang Guangyao's secretary said that the general manager wanted to see her and told her to wait.

I waited for over an hour, but there was still no movement.

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the floor came from the end of the corridor, growing louder as it approached.

Dan Yichun looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a dark gray suit walking over. His hair was slicked back and his expression was not very pleasant.

"Are you Shan Yichun?" The man stopped in front of her.

"Yes, and who are you?"

"Lee Myung-bak, the new vice president, in charge of artist management."

The man took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to her: "President Jiang asked me to come and talk to you."

Shan Yichun took the business card; she remembered the name.

I saw in the entertainment news a while ago that the former vice president of Star Moon Media was ousted by the new chairman, but unexpectedly he came to Universal.

Lee Myung-bak sat down next to her and crossed his legs.

"I understand your situation. You have formal training and your singing skills are fine. You also have a good image. You just lack a good song."

"Mr. Jiang means that the company wants to promote you. Your new album will be released within a month. The title track has already been written, and you'll be recording it next week."

Lee Myung-bak glanced at her: "Are you under a lot of pressure?"

"good."

"It's okay, but it's not good." Lee Myung-bak stood up.

"If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't. It's okay if it's not there."

"Go back and prepare. The music arranger will coordinate with you later."

After finishing his sentence, Lee Myung-bak turned and left, returning to his office at the end of the corridor.

Before the door closed, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Ji Bochang, how are your preparations going? I've already established a foothold at Global, now it's your turn to step in."