"You said it yourself—you’re an artist from Jia Entertainment. So, let me ask you, as a female celebrity from Jia Entertainment, Xingyao’s sworn enemy, are you sure you’re not here to spy for your company?"
Faced with Jin Xuan’er’s aggressive questioning, Ji Wei didn’t show even the slightest hint of fear. Instead, her retort made Jin Xuan’er momentarily freeze in place.
It was true that Xingyao and Jia Entertainment were bitter rivals, but fate had its own peculiar sense of humor. Jin Xuan’er just happened to fall for the top agent of the opposing company.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Jin Xuan’er, unwilling to back down, yelled stubbornly, "A small-time celebrity like you dares to boss me around? Get the hell out of here, do you hear me?"
Ji Wei smirked coldly at the woman in front of her, who seemed on the verge of losing control.
"The one who should leave is you."
The voice wasn’t Ji Wei’s, but a cool, indifferent tone that came from behind the two of them.
Both Ji Wei and Jin Xuan’er turned their heads at once, only to see Ye Cheng walking out of his office, his usual aloof demeanor unchanged. Beside him stood Xia Duoduo, her head lowered, making it impossible to discern her expression.
Ji Wei noticed that Xia Duoduo didn’t seem to be in a good mood, and couldn’t help feeling a bit surprised.
Could it be that her conversation with Ye Cheng hadn’t gone well? No matter how she looked at it, Xia Duoduo seemed like she was on the verge of tears.
Ji Wei took a step towards the two, but before she could reach them, Jin Xuan’er rudely shoved her aside from behind, her high heels clicking loudly as she rushed over to Ye Cheng.
"Mr. Ye, do you remember me? I’m Jin Xuan’er! We first met at the film festival press conference, where you so graciously extended your hand to catch me when I almost fell. From that moment on, I was captivated by you..."
Jin Xuan’er gazed at Ye Cheng with an infatuated look, her voice filled with unmistakable joy and urgency.
Ye Cheng only gave her a brief glance, his eyes exuding a frosty detachment that kept others at a distance. "I’ve told you before, don’t come to Xingyao again. Leave immediately."
Ever since their fleeting encounter at the film festival, Jin Xuan’er had become inexplicably obsessive about Ye Cheng. Completely disregarding the fact that their companies were rivals, she seized any opportunity to come looking for him.
The company’s front desk had tried to stop her a few times but couldn’t keep her out. And since she always claimed to have business to discuss with Ye Cheng, it was hard to completely bar her from entering.
After all, who would’ve thought that a celebrity like Jin Xuan’er would chase after a mere agent so fervently?
Today was a Saturday. Jin Xuan’er, having learned through her spy network that Ye Cheng was in the office, knew this was a perfect chance to approach him. So she had rushed over in a whirlwind.
But as soon as she arrived, she mistakenly assumed Ji Wei was her rival in love.
"Mr. Ye, I truly like you..."
Jin Xuan’er tried to appeal to the man’s heart, and her words were emotional and stirring. "You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met. There’s something irresistibly magnetic about you, something that draws me in and makes me think about you... I think about you while eating, while filming, even in my dreams, you’re always there. I’m not asking you to agree to be with me right away, but at the very least, don’t push me away. Give us a chance to get to know each other better, okay?"
The more Ye Cheng listened, the darker and colder his expression became.
It was precisely because of countless women like Jin Xuan’er—swooning admirers—that he avoided getting too involved with actresses.
Women approached him either for his attractive appearance or his status as a top agent, hoping to use him as a stepping stone to climb to the pinnacle of the entertainment industry.
Ji Wei, overhearing Jin Xuan’er’s overly sentimental confession, was somewhat dumbfounded.
So, this was her witnessing someone confessing their love to the ice-cold Ye Cheng?
Ye Cheng clearly had little patience left, his voice chilling to the bone. "Miss Jin, I’ve already told you—I’m not interested in you."
"That’s okay. As long as I’m interested in you, that’s all that matters. Feelings can be cultivated over time, can’t they? How about this: why don’t you come work for me as my agent instead? I’ll give you five times your current salary. You wouldn’t have to take care of multiple artists anymore—just me alone. What do you think, Mr. Ye? Would you consider it?"