They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The next morning, Jiang Han woke up in the soft bed of the hotel.

A sliver of morning light peeked through the gap in the curtains, falling on the disheveled bedding.

He leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette.

Last night was truly a thrilling and exhilarating battle.

Unburdened and unrestrained.

There's no need to consider reuse rate.

It's like buying a new car and driving it home yourself.

I usually use the brake and accelerator very lightly, and I take great care of the car.

He didn't even dare to fully depress the accelerator pedal.

But renting a car is different.

I wish I could go to the racetrack and floor the gas pedal.

Accelerating to 100 km/h and drifting through corners.

Try all sorts of different tricks.

I don't care if it's not mine.

The mindset is completely different between short-term use and long-term ownership.

Jiang Han glanced at the girl on the bed.

The little fish was curled up in the blanket, its eyelashes still fluttering gently, fast asleep.

Xiao Lu woke up early and, wrapped in a bathrobe, squatted by the bed to iron his shirt.

My movements weren't very practiced, and I flinched when the steam came out.

She looked up and saw Jiang Han looking at her. Her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head again.

Last night, Jiang Han discovered a situation that surprised him.

The little fish is actually the original.

Can you believe this?

Jiang Han was stunned for several seconds, and his movements stopped.

The probability is even lower than winning the lottery.

It was the first time that a girl group member had been sent there by her manager as a hostess.

If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have fired that shot.

Oh well, what's done is done.

Jiang Han asked Xiaoyu what her name was, and she said her real name was Jiang Xiaoyu.

What a coincidence, they're from the same clan as me.

Jiang Han flicked his cigarette ash and glanced at Xiao Lu.

Xiaolu had already hung up the shirt and was squatting next to the bedside table tidying up the tissue box she had used last night.

I moved very gently, afraid of waking the sleeping little fish.

Both of them are young girls who have just entered the entertainment industry.

Her agent forced her into a private room to drink with him, and then he took her away.

I inexplicably ended up in his bed.

Jiang Han suddenly wanted to laugh.

After transmigrating, he thought he was a terrible person.

It turned out that this was just the beginning.

On second thought, if he didn't take it with him in that situation last night, someone else would have.

If it fell into the hands of other big shots, they might not have been as polite as him.

Forget it.

At worst, we can just add two more maids.

To put it more politely, she should be called a maid.

After packing her things, Xiaolu poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside table.

She lowered her head and said "Good morning, President Jiang," her ears turning bright red.

Jiang Han grunted in agreement and stubbed out his cigarette.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's pretty good, softer than the bed in the dorm."

After saying that, she felt embarrassed and turned her face away, pretending to draw the curtains.

At 8:30 a.m., there was a gentle knock on the door.

The waiter pushed the food cart in.

On the white tablecloth were crab roe xiaolongbao, shrimp dumplings, and steamed spare ribs.

There was also congee with dried scallops, a platter of freshly cut fruit, and a pot of freshly brewed Longjing tea.

The light from the crystal chandelier falls on the bone china tableware, giving it a warm, lustrous glaze.

The two girls were already dressed and had put on light makeup.

Although they still have some difficulty moving around, no one complained of pain.

Xiaoyu arranged the chopsticks, Xiaolu poured the tea into the cup, and presented it to Jianghan with both hands.

They had seen too many of their female colleagues being embraced and forced to drink by older men.

I've also heard of people who spent a whole night with someone only to receive a few empty promises in return.

Compared to those people, the young CEO Jiang was practically the perfect embodiment of their aesthetic preferences.

Well, even though it's just sleeping, they don't seem to be at a disadvantage.

Jiang Han picked up a shrimp dumpling, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"You two, are you from Jingzhou Dance Academy?"

Xiao Yu nodded: "Yes, President Jiang, we're just starting our second year of university."

The two are roommates and usually attend classes and practice dancing together.

Finally, they slept together.

She's truly a good sister who's always ready to fight alongside me.

They thought they had finally made it after being signed by a talent agency.

The first job I got was to accompany someone to a private room for drinks.

Jiang Han then picked up another crab roe xiaolongbao.

"Don't work with that agency anymore. I'll have someone handle the contract for you."

"Report to Xingyue Media next week; the music department will arrange an audition."

The chopsticks in their hands froze in mid-air.

The deer's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea spilled out.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve; they were already a little red.

Little Fish was even more exaggerated. She opened her mouth several times, wanting to say thank you, but felt that the two words were too light, and the words got stuck in her throat and couldn't come out.

"President Jiang, we studied dance, we're not very good at singing."

Jiang Han picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"What's wrong with dancing? Artists need to develop in all aspects."

"You may not sing well, but you can't not sing. Just practice more."

Jiang Han put down his teacup and wiped his hands.

"I'll have Mao Buyi write a song for you guys later. He has a few songs in his stash that he just hasn't found the right people to sing."

"You're dance students, so you'll be perfect for shooting a music video."

Xiao Lu was even more direct, standing up and bowing at a 90-degree angle.

"President Jiang, we won't let you down."

Xiaoyu also stood up and bowed, the two of them bending over and refusing to straighten up.

Jiang Han looked at the undisguised joy on their faces.

That kind of exhilarating feeling of wanting to jump for joy but also being afraid of losing control after being hit by a pie.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that the emotional value provided by the young girl was indeed substantial.

He wiped his mouth, stood up, and straightened his shirt collar.

"From today onwards, you are all mine, and no one can touch you."

After leaving the hotel, Jiang Han sat in the car for a while.

He recalled what Wang Jing had said in the private room last night.

Chen Zeshan's hand rested on Xiaohua's waist, and Song Ke naturally pulled the female singer into his arms.

And the look in the eyes of female celebrities when they kneel on the ground to offer toasts.

Jiang Han suddenly realized that his own shortcomings were nothing at all.

At most, it's a messy private life.

Compared to those big shots, at least he doesn't force people.

They won't use resources as bait to push people into a fire pit.

He provides resources because those who have benefited should pay the price, not just empty promises.

……

When Jiang Han returned to the Bicui Manor, Lin Yaoyao was curled up on the living room sofa, looking through dubbing scripts.

She heard the door open, but without looking up, she simply turned a page of her manuscript.

His tone was sarcastic and sarcastic.

"Oh, President Jiang is back!"

"You didn't come home last night, you must be tired."

Jiang Han didn't stop changing his shoes.

"It's alright, not too strenuous."

Lin Yaoyao placed the manuscript on her lap and finally looked up at him.

He glanced at the manuscript from top to bottom, then picked it up again.

"Where are the newlyweds? Why don't you bring them back for us to see?"

"We're not stingy people."

"Qingning said this morning that if you bring someone back, she'll make you some nourishing soup."

Jiang Han walked over to the sofa and sat down, then reached out and took the manuscript from her lap and placed it on the coffee table.

"Maybe next time."

Lin Yaoyao snorted and snatched the manuscript back from his hands.

"There will be a next time?"

Jiang Han smiled but didn't reply.

Lin Yaoyao lowered her head and continued flipping through the manuscript, but a very faint smile curved her lips.