A passionate speech clearly had some effect.
Xue Yuanyuan's emotions seemed much more stable now.
"Let's go. Didn't you want to enter the company? I'll take you there."
An Yi curled his lips into a smile. "Does that mean I'll become an overnight sensation and turn into a star?"
Xue Yuanyuan paused, her tone indifferent. "Hah, you think it's that easy?"
Originally, the coconut milk ad wasn’t meant to feature her.
But the actress the company had chosen didn’t satisfy the client, who instead took one look at Xue Yuanyuan and picked her on the spot.
The shoot went smoothly.
That night, the sponsor invited Xue Yuanyuan out for drinks.
Then, an accidental alcohol poisoning incident landed her in the ICU, where she still remained.
The coconut milk ad blew up, and so did Xue Yuanyuan’s fame.
But she knew this was just a fleeting moment of popularity.
How many girls had been scouted, trained day and night—practicing vocals, acting, dancing, instruments—only to never even get a chance to appear on screen?
Her sudden fame only made her more aware of the bitter struggles of those still desperate for their big break.
Leading An Yi through the office area, Xue Yuanyuan walked with purpose.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
Yilan Media was even more impressive than his own family’s company! No wonder they were rolling in cash.
"Ooh, where’d you find this hottie? He’s seriously good-looking!"
"Yuanyuan, don’t hog him all to yourself tonight. Save some for us!"
"Giggle~ Look at those abs! He’s not bulky, but so toned—every muscle perfectly defined."
This section of the office was entirely female.
And in an entertainment company, how many girls could possibly be unattractive?
An Yi swept a quick glance around. While none were absolute tens, eights and nines were everywhere.
Walking through, he felt the weight of their hungry stares like needles pricking his back.
It made him want to strip bare just to scratch the discomfort away.
"President Nie is here today!"
Someone whispered a warning to Xue Yuanyuan.
At the mention, her expression shifted slightly.
When it came to Nie Qinglan, few at Yilan Media weren’t intimidated.
Despite her young age, she was a total wildcard—dressing like a punk, acting without restraint.
And yet, her background was terrifyingly solid.
Rumors said she dabbled in the underworld, loved beating people up, smoked, drank, and even did drugs!
If she fancied a man, she’d drag him straight into her office.
No one had witnessed it firsthand, but given her reputation, no one doubted she was capable.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"President Nie?"
"Nie Qinglan?!"
"Is he here to sign with the company?" a glamorous girl asked Xue Yuanyuan in a hushed voice.
Xue Yuanyuan nodded.
The girl sighed. "The ‘Super Sweet’ trio just got thrown out by President Nie. Kid, you’d better pray for luck."
Just then, a stunning figure emerged from the office—a short-haired girl in a JK uniform, black stockings, and a miniskirt, her curves alluring, her face flawless.
"Where the hell is that Wang Qian? Why isn’t he here yet?!"
Nie Qinglan brandished a baton, her temper flaring.
She’d loathed that guy for ages!
The moment she heard he was coming to her company, she’d skipped university classes and had her driver rush her over—an hour-long trip—just for this.
Her baton was practically trembling with anticipation.
"Pfft, that toothpick thinks he can sleep with fans?!"
She’d break his damn third leg!
No one dared answer.
The employees nearby trembled, terrified the baton might accidentally swing their way.
Though Nie Qinglan rarely showed up at the office, her thuggish aura left the meek staff thoroughly spooked.
"Tell him to get his ass here now! Say… uh, we’re offering him a high-paying contract!" Nie Qinglan improvised.
Just then, a timid voice from HR piped up.
"President Nie… another audition finalist just arrived."
Nie Qinglan’s gaze sharpened.
If it was another sickeningly sweet, honeyed pretty boy, she wouldn’t hesitate to swing that baton!
Her eyes locked onto the newcomer.
Xue Yuanyuan tensed, instinctively pulling An Yi behind her.
Then, remembering how ridiculously strong he was—why would he fear some girl?—she stepped aside.
"Boss!"
Nie Qinglan’s face flushed with excitement.
She nearly lunged to cling onto An Yi but caught herself—she was President Nie now!
She couldn’t ruin her image in front of everyone!
Instead, she grabbed An Yi’s wrist and grinned. "Come on, let’s talk in my office!"
Noticing the curious stares, she snapped, "What are you all gawking at? Get back to work!"
An Yi chuckled helplessly. Letting this girl be CEO was a mess—thank goodness for Shangguan Qianqan.
As Nie Qinglan dragged An Yi into her office, arm hooked around his, the employees gaped in shock.
"See? Told you—President Nie takes whoever she wants!"
"Seriously? With her looks, if she actually debuted, 80% of female celebs would be out of jobs. She could snap her fingers and have any man."
"So what was that earlier about?"
A glamorous woman shot Xue Yuanyuan a pitying look.
"Yuanyuan, your man got snatched. Who knows what’s happening in there now."
Xue Yuanyuan’s face reddened. "Shut up! This is the office—keep your mind out of the gutter!"
Inside the office, Nie Qinglan clung to An Yi, her stocking-clad legs wrapped around his waist.
"Hey, get down. This is the office—people will talk," An Yi chided, lightly smacking her backside.
"No! You’re always vanishing. If I let go, who knows where you’ll disappear to next?" Nie Qinglan pouted, refusing to release him.
An Yi coughed. "Seems like you’ve done well. The company’s huge—a whole building?"
Nie Qinglan grinned proudly. "Pretty great, huh? I own this tower. Perfect for the company. We haven’t been around long, but profits are solid."
"How much?" An Yi asked, curious.
After two spending sprees in the secret realm, his wallet was bone-dry.
"Uh…" Nie Qinglan scratched her head. She actually had no idea.
"Whatever, forget the boring stuff! There’s something way more important."
Nie Qinglan stared at him seriously. "A boss worth hundreds of millions, young and successful—still a virgin? Unacceptable! As your secretary, it’s my duty to solve your problems!"
"Virgin?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow. He’d lost that title long ago!
But it wasn’t exactly something to brag about, so he’d kept quiet.
Watching Nie Qinglan’s movements, his lips twitched. "Wait, Qinglan, what are you—?"
"Fixing it for you!"
Tucking her short hair behind her ear, revealing her stunning face, Nie Qinglan reached for the buttons of her JK uniform.