And what she didn't know was that as soon as she left, Wang Jiahui in the office made a phone call.
"Hello, Brother Wang."
A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone, making Wang Jiahui's bones go soft.
He relaxed his whole body in the office chair, his face so gentle it was almost overflowing with water.
"Still filming?"
"Not at the moment, the director is filming other people's parts." The woman on the phone said, "Brother Wang, is there something you're calling about?"
"I was just asking if you're free later, I happen to have another script." Wang Jiahui rested his feet on the desk, his fingers stroking the document. "If you take it, you'll definitely gain a large fan base afterwards."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"But..." the person on the phone hesitated, "Can I do it?"
"What are you saying, 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 definitely yours."
"Alright, no refusing. After I'm done with my current matters, I'll give you the script. Just read it carefully. Don't worry, the female lead can only be you."
"Really? Then thank you so much, Brother Wang. I really don't know how to thank you." The person on the phone said excitedly.
"Ah, it's nothing. Since that's the case, then it's settled."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Jiahui happily brewed himself a pot of tea.
Once she starred as the female lead in that drama, perhaps he too could soar to greater heights.
At the thought of that scene, Wang Jiahui wished Fang Miaomiao could announce it on Weibo right now.
Although Fenghe Media had suppressed this matter, there are no secrets in the world. People online were already starting to leak information about it.
If that was the case, didn't that mean he could get a few more dramas from Fenghe later?
After all, Fenghe's dramas were all big productions. It was rumored in the industry that as long as an artist appeared in a Fenghe drama, they would become incredibly popular.
...
Sister Li, who came out of the office, returned to her workstation with a tired body.
"Sister Li."
"Yuanyuan?" Sister Li looked at Zhu Yuanyuan with all her bags and was stunned. "What are you doing?"
Isn't Fang Miaomiao recuperating? Where did all these clothes come from?
"Oh, Sister Zhou Li asked me to get them."
Zhou Li? Wasn't that Fang Yanxuan's agent?
Sister Li's face immediately darkened. "You're Miaomiao's agent, why would you let them order you around?"
Zhu Yuanyuan lowered her head and remained silent.
"This is too much, too much." Sister Li grabbed Zhu Yuanyuan's hand. "Let's go, we'll go find them."
"Sister, forget it. This is common, isn't it?" Zhu Yuanyuan mumbled to herself. "Forget it, I'm already used to it."
Just bear with it a little longer, it's almost over.
It's almost time.
Sister Li stopped, her hand involuntarily letting go of Zhu Yuanyuan's wrist. She turned and saw the disappointment in her eyes, and asked with a complex expression, "Was I wrong?"
From the beginning, not knowing her own plans, aimlessly entering Jiachuan as an agent earning a meager salary, enduring the scorn and insults of her superiors and the contempt 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 good, but in reality, were constantly damaging Fang Miaomiao's reputation. It could be said that she was largely responsible for Fang Miaomiao having so many anti-fans.
Time and time again.
It seemed that the beautiful light in Fang Miaomiao's eyes later also, like Zhu Yuanyuan's, extinguished at some point. She was like a walking dead person, letting others splash black material and ink on her.
Until, she accepted the variety show "Let's Go Traveling Together". That was the first time Fang Miaomiao expressed to her that she didn't want to go.
But she refused.
She no longer called her.
Without surprise, Fang Miaomiao was being slandered again. Zhu Yuanyuan anxiously asked her what to do. She had a solution but only said that the data department was not acting, so 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 whether to continue colluding with Manager Wang or what.
But, she knew. Fang Miaomiao knew everything she had done. She knew she had abandoned her time and time again.
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"Yuanyuan." Sister Li wanted to say something, but the words couldn't come out of her throat.
Zhu Yuanyuan shook her head, took a step back, and looked up at Sister Li with a smile. "It's okay, I'm very strong. This little bit of stuff is nothing."
After saying that, Zhu Yuanyuan walked away with her 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 didn't know that her agent and assistant had fallen out.
At this moment, she was browsing her own negative news.
Yes, that's right. It had only been half an hour since she hung up the phone, and her negative news had already surfaced again.
And not just one.
For example...
#The variety show "Let's Go Traveling Together" is rumored to be suspended due to someone acting up again#
#Exposing the unknown details of an F-named celebrity on a variety show#
#F-named celebrity resorts to extreme measures for trending searches#
The third trending search even used the word "explosive" to describe it.
Fang Miaomiao clicked her tongue. What divine luck did she have to be trending in three spots?
In her previous life, she only achieved such high honors when a drama aired or she won an award.
Just as she was lamenting life, her bedroom door was knocked.
She opened the door.
No one was outside.
She looked down again.
Oh, it was the little brat.
Fang Miaomiao half-squatted. "Finished class?"
Wen Yan'an carefully observed Fang Miaomiao's facial expressions.
"What are you doing? Staring at me like that."
Wen Yan'an pursed his lips and then said seriously, "Sometimes, what the internet says isn't good. You shouldn'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 speaking too harshly. I'm clearly the victim."
As she spoke, a tear fell from her rosy eyes.
This was the first time Wen Yan'an saw Fang Miaomiao cry. He panicked and didn't know where to put his hands.
"You, don't cry."
"I can't help it, it's too upsetting."
Wen Yan'an looked around. Worry appeared on his small face.
Then, he subconsciously stepped forward, closer to Fang Miaomiao.
Fang Miaomiao suddenly smelled a milky fragrance in her nostrils.
Then, a pair of chubby little hands clumsily but gently wiped away the tears streaming down her face.
"Don't cry." Wen Yan'an saw that she didn't move, and after thinking for a moment, he moved even closer and hugged Fang Miaomiao's head like how people comfort children on TV. "I, I will get justice for you."