"Dad."
Shen Qianqian's face was flushed with a hint of embarrassment. "You should stop meddling in my relationship with Lin Xuan. It feels like you're threatening him to be with me." She didn't want Lin Xuan to get the wrong impression.
"I want to win Lin Xuan's heart on my own."
Her conditions were far better than Qin Ruoyao's.
Qin Ruoyao didn't have her family background or her looks.
If Lin Xuan could fall for someone like Qin Ruoyao, she couldn't believe he wouldn't find her attractive!
Shen Qianqian was full of confidence.
"Alright, alright, alright," Shen's Father chuckled. "I won't interfere. But listen, Qianqian, if Lin Xuan dares to make you unhappy, make sure to tell your dad, and I'll teach him a lesson."
"Okay, thank you, Dad," Shen Qianqian nodded.
Lin Xuan was currently juggling his fame as an artist with his focus on Hu Yin, a short video platform. Hu Yin had attracted a wave of traffic through short dramas and had managed to retain its users with quality content.
Over the past few months, nearly all the profits Lin Xuan made from his novel website, Zhang Xinbao, had been funneled into paying Hu Yin's content creators and offering user-friendly benefits.
Now that Hu Yin's traffic was steadily growing and had finally turned a profit—albeit not a large one—Lin Xuan could start using the money from Zhang Xinbao for other ventures.
He decided to make a rare visit to the company.
Lin Xuan usually left the day-to-day operations to Lei Hui while he focused on other matters.
This was only his third time at the company.
When he appeared at the front desk, the employees couldn't help but stare in awe.
"Who is that? He's so handsome, is he a newly signed celebrity?" one of the receptionists gushed, clutching her cheeks.
"He's too good-looking. With a face like that, he's bound to be famous. I should get his autograph now before he blows up. I bet it'll be worth a fortune later!"
The receptionist grabbed a pen and paper, ready to charge forward.
"Enough with your fangirling," another female employee, Sister Wang, stepped in and stopped her. She was one of the earliest hires at the Tianmu Group and had met Lin Xuan before.
"He's not in the entertainment industry. His autograph won't be worth anything," Sister Wang said.
"What? Not in showbiz?" the receptionist blinked in surprise. "With looks like that, what does he do?"
Sister Wang's voice dropped slightly. "He's our boss."
"What?!" the receptionist gasped. "He's the boss?"
She had heard about the boss who founded the Zhang Xinbao novel website, someone who had outsmarted the Feiyue Literature marketing strategy.
Feiyue Literature had been powerless against him, forced to watch as Zhang Xinbao poached their readers and authors.
She had always imagined their boss to be a seasoned businessman, maybe in his 40s, with a big belly and a slick demeanor.
But this man was… young and incredibly handsome.
The receptionist stared at Lin Xuan's back, her mouth going dry.
"Sister Wang, do you know if the boss has a girlfriend?" the receptionist asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, but probably not," Sister Wang shook her head.
Lin Xuan made his way to Lei Hui's office.
Lei Hui immediately stood up, his voice respectful. "Boss."
Lin Xuan tossed a script onto Lei Hui's desk.
"Get these three productions going. The first two scripts will be turned into TV dramas, and the last one will be a movie."
Lei Hui picked up the script and read the title: "Falling Star?"
This novel was incredibly popular, consistently ranking number one on the women's fiction bestsellers list.
Lei Hui was surprised. "Boss, did you contact the author of 'Falling Star'?"
That didn't make sense.
The boss rarely even showed up at the company. How would he have the time to interact with a novel author?
Besides, the book was only halfway through its serialization. How did the script already have a conclusion?
"No," Lin Xuan replied.
Lei Hui hesitated. "Boss, we might need the author's permission to adapt this novel into a drama…"
Before Lei Hui could finish, Lin Xuan interrupted, "I wrote that novel."
Lei Hui: "!!!"
"You wrote it?" Lei Hui's eyes widened.
"Yes, 'Falling Star' was published under one of my aliases," Lin Xuan said.
Lei Hui was incredulous. "How many aliases do you have, boss?"
Lin Xuan replied, "Six, currently."
Lei Hui: "Which ones?"
Lin Xuan handed him his phone. "All the novels on this bookshelf are mine. I started writing at the age of twelve. I just saved them up and published them together."
Lei Hui looked at the phone, and his jaw dropped.
All six of those aliases had written phenomenally successful novels.
And they were all the same person…
This was insane!
Their boss was some kind of freak of nature!
Lei Hui felt utterly deflated. After a long internal struggle, he picked up another script.
"Three Kingdoms?"
Hmm, that one made sense. It was one of the boss's writings.
He flipped to the next script: "Wolf Warrior?"
Lei Hui raised an eyebrow. "Boss, are we filming all three at the same time?"
"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded.
"Alright, I'll get the crew together and start looking for investors." Lei Hui's tone was tinged with worry. Their company had picked up several artists blacklisted by the Starlight Group.
The Starlight Group despised them and had ordered no one to work with them.
It might be difficult to find investors.
"No need to look for investors. We'll fund it ourselves," Lin Xuan smirked.
These were all smash hits from another world.
To avoid any cultural clashes, he had adapted them to fit this world's context.
These three productions could very well be huge successes.
Why let someone else profit from something he could handle on his own?
"But filming all three at once might strain our company's resources," Lei Hui worriedly said.
Moreover, no platform or cinema would be willing to air their company's productions.
"It's fine. I'll handle everything. Just do as I say," Lin Xuan said.
"Yes," Lei Hui agreed, watching Lin Xuan's calm expression and feeling reassured.
Their boss wasn't an ordinary man. If he said he had everything under control, then he probably did.
Lin Xuan's fingers tapped lightly on the desk. "Hire some people to focus on the long-form video content."
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
"If those streaming platforms are going to side with the Starlight Group to fight us, then I'll just create my own video streaming service!"
Lei Hui rubbed his arm, shivering slightly.
Their boss usually seemed so gentle, but when it came to dealing with competitors, he transformed into someone ruthless.
Scary!
After wrapping up his business at the company, Lin Xuan left and drove toward Ye Yuan.
Suddenly, a familiar figure caught his eye. "Screech—" He slammed on the brakes.
From afar, he watched a couple exit a shopping mall.
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
This was…
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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