As she left, Wang Jiahui in the office immediately made a phone call.
"Hello, Brother Wang," a soft, sweet female voice replied, making Wang Jiahui feel as if his bones were melting.
He relaxed in his office chair, his face so gentle it seemed to be overflowing with warmth.
"Still filming?"
"Not right now, the director is shooting other people's scenes." The woman on the phone continued, "Brother Wang, what's the call about?"
"Just checking if you're free later. I have another script here." Wang Jiahui propped his feet on his desk, his fingers stroking the document. "If you take this on, you'll definitely gain a lot of fans."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"But…" there was hesitation on the other end. "Can I do it?"
"Don't say that. If you can't, who can?" Wang Jiahui immediately retorted. "Xiao Yan, you're good at everything, except you lack confidence. If I say this script is suitable for you, then it's yours."
"Alright, no refusing. After I sort out my current matters, I'll give you the script. Just take a good look. Don't worry, the female lead can only be you."
"Really? Thank you so much, Brother Wang. I truly don't know how to thank you." The person on the phone sounded excited.
"Oh, it's nothing. Since that's settled, then it's decided."
After hanging up, Wang Jiahui contentedly brewed himself a pot of tea.
Once she starred as the female lead in that drama, perhaps he could also soar to greater heights.
The thought of that scenario made Wang Jiahui wish Fang Miaomiao would immediately post on Weibo to announce the news.
Although Fenghe Media had suppressed this matter, walls have ears. People online were already subtly leaking information about it.
If that was the case, didn't it mean he could get a few more dramas from Fenghe?
After all, Fenghe's productions were always grand, and it was a common saying in the industry that an artist could become incredibly popular after starring in one of their dramas.
…
Sister Li, emerging from the office with a weary body, returned to her workstation.
"Sister Li."
"Yuanyuan?" Sister Li, seeing Zhu Yuanyuan with her arms full of bags, was taken aback. "What are you doing?"
Wasn't Fang Miaomiao recuperating? Where did all these clothes come from?
"Oh, Sister Zhou Li asked me to get these."
Zhou Li? Wasn't she Fang Yanhuan's agent?
Sister Li's face immediately darkened. "You are Miaomiao's agent, why are they ordering you around?"
Zhu Yuanyuan lowered her head, remaining silent.
"This is too much, too much," Sister Li said, grabbing Zhu Yuanyuan's hand. "Come, let's go find them."
"Sister, forget it. This is common, isn't it?" Zhu Yuanyuan murmured. "It's okay, I'm used to it already."
Just endure a little longer, it will be over soon.
It will be over soon.
Sister Li paused, her hand instinctively letting go of Zhu Yuanyuan's wrist. Seeing the dejection in her eyes, she asked with a complicated expression, "Did I do something wrong?"
From the beginning, not knowing her own plans, she aimlessly entered Jiachuan as an agent with a meager salary, enduring the scorn and insults of her superiors, and the disdain of her peers.
Then, under Wang Jiahui's coercion and temptation, she signed Fang Miaomiao, doing things that seemed to be for Fang Miaomiao's benefit but were actually constantly damaging Fang Miaomiao's reputation. It could be said that a large part of Fang Miaomiao's extensive anti-fans was her doing.
Time and again.
It seemed that the bright light in Fang Miaomiao's eyes, like Zhu Yuanyuan's, had extinguished at some point. She became like a walking dead person, letting others smear her with black material and mud.
Until she accepted the variety show "Let's Travel Together." That was the first time Fang Miaomiao expressed that she didn't want to go.
But, she refused.
And Fang Miaomiao stopped calling her.
As expected, Fang Miaomiao was slandered again. Zhu Yuanyuan anxiously asked her what to do. She had a solution but only claimed the data department was not cooperating, and she couldn't do anything.
Until this time, she called Fang Miaomiao again. Fang Miaomiao asked her, "Are you sure?"
Are you sure?
She didn't know. She didn't know if she should continue to collude with Manager Wang or do something else.
But she knew that Fang Miaomiao knew everything she had done. She knew she had abandoned her again and again.
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"Yuanyuan." Sister Li wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.
Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head, took a step back, and smiled up at Sister Li. "It's fine, I'm very strong. These things are nothing."
With that, Zhu Yuanyuan walked away with the bags.
"Yuanyuan."
Zhu Yuanyuan stopped. "Sister Li, I wish you a bright future."
But she wouldn't follow anymore. She couldn't keep up. This path was too tiring, so I'm sorry.
Meanwhile, Fang Miaomiao was unaware that her agent and assistant had fallen out.
At this moment, she was browsing through her negative news.
Yes, that's right. In less than half an hour since she hung up the phone, her negative news had reappeared.
And there was more than one.
For example…
# "Let's Travel Together" variety show suspected of being suspended due to someone's recent antics #
# Revealing little-known secrets of the F-named celebrity on the variety show #
# F-named celebrity goes to extremes for trending topics #
The third trending topic even used the word "explosive" to describe it.
Fang Miaomiao tutted. How could she be so fortunate to have three trending topics?
In her past life, she only achieved such high honors when a drama aired or she won an award.
Just as she was contemplating life, her bedroom door was knocked.
She opened the door.
No one was outside.
Then she looked down.
Oh, it was the little brat.
Fang Miaomiao crouched down. "Finished your lesson?"
Wen Yan'an carefully observed Fang Miaomiao's facial expression.
"What are you doing? Staring at me like that."
Wen Yan'an pursed his lips before saying earnestly, "Sometimes, what the internet says isn't good. Don't pay too much attention to it."
"I know…" Fang Miaomiao understood what he meant. A smile flashed in her eyes, and she pouted. "But those people are saying really hurtful things. I'm clearly the victim."
As she spoke, a tear rolled down from her moist eyes.
This was the first time Wen Yan'an had seen Fang Miaomiao cry, and he was flustered, not knowing where to put his hands.
"You, don't cry."
"I can't help it, it's too upsetting."
Wen Yan'an looked left and right. His small face showed worry.
Immediately, he subconsciously took a step closer to Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao suddenly smelled a milky fragrance.
Then, a pair of chubby little hands clumsily but gently wiped away her tears.
"Don't cry," Wen Yan'an said. Seeing that she didn't move, he thought for a moment and moved even closer, hugging Fang Miaomiao's head like the adults in TV shows comforted children. "I, I will get justice for you."