A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Although the process was bumpy and I kept muttering to myself along the way, I finally made it to the top of the mountain.

The half-dead Su Liu was instantly invigorated by the wind blowing from the mountaintop. He spread his arms and ran against the wind on the flat ridge, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary.

Seeing his expression, Li Xian turned to ask Dilraba and Mao Xiaotong.

"Um...should we tell Teacher Su that the ascent of this mountain is less than two hundred meters?"

The two shook their heads in unison, saying, "Never mind, let him be happy for a while."

The group took out the food they had brought from their backpacks, and Li Xian took out an all-in-one stove and started cooking instant noodles.

Eating instant noodles is a must when you're on the mountaintop; it's a tradition that's been passed down from ancient times.

Meanwhile, Su Liu reported his itinerary to Chen Duling. He even sent her some landscape photos, only to receive the comment: "This mountain looks quite low."

Sigh, this straight-laced woman has no idea about romance; it's pointless to talk to her.

The descent at noon went much more smoothly, as there used to be a man-made path leading up the mountain. That damned Li Xian, he insisted on leading them up via a wild, unpaved route.

Su Liu looked at the neat steps and almost pushed Li Xian off the mountain, but luckily Mao Xiaotong and Reba stopped him in time.

After returning to Shanghai, Su Liu experienced muscle aches all over his body for several days in a row. He often spent the entire day lying on the sofa in his office, and would not get up unless absolutely necessary.

That morning, Chen Si came to Su Liu to discuss work.

"President Su, for the artists' styling team, I've temporarily found a studio in Shanghai to collaborate with. We're just going to the National Drama Awards and LeTV Awards to get some exposure, so we borrowed two dresses from domestic designers. But for the Marie Claire Fashion Gala, I suggest we still get Dilraba and Xiaotong a decent outfit."

"I don't understand fashion, you can decide these things."

"That's the problem. Dilraba is a newcomer, and Xiaotong isn't a big name either. It's difficult to borrow haute couture gowns, but if they go to fashion galas wearing designer brands or domestically made clothes, I'm afraid it will actually damage their image."

"Why make such a fuss? It's just a piece of clothing, is it really that important?"

"Of course it's important! Deciding what female celebrities wear to such important events is one of the team's most important tasks. Especially at fashion galas, female celebrities will definitely be subject to repeated comparisons and evaluations. If they don't have a suitable dress, it's better not to go at all."

"Have you received the guest list for this Marie Claire gala?"

"Got it."

Who are they?

Chen Si scrolled through her phone and said, "Li Wen, Gao Yuanyuan, Li Xiaolu, Yang Mi..."

"Who?" Su Liu abruptly stood up from the sofa, hissing in pain as the movement caused his muscles to ache. "Yang Mi?"

"Yeah." Chen Si was taken aback by Su Liu's big commotion. "She's one of the most popular female celebrities right now, so of course the organizers would invite her."

"If that's the case," Su said with a serious expression, "we definitely can't let our guard down!"

"Huh?" Chen Si was stunned. "What do you mean? What happened to Yang Mi?"

"Sister Chen, you don't know, Reba was about to sign with Yang Mi, but I snatched her away from her."

"There's such a thing?"

"That's right. Since Dilraba is now inevitably going to have a direct confrontation with Yang Mi, we at least can't let her lose momentum!"

Chen Si completely failed to grasp Su Liu's thought process. "It hasn't come to the point of a direct confrontation, has it? People have probably already forgotten who Dilraba is. Who in this industry would remember a newcomer?"

Su Liu immediately gave her a look that said, "You really don't understand." "Women hold grudges a lot, Sister Chen, don't you know that as a woman?"

Chen Si had countless words stuck in her throat, but in the end, she only managed to utter, "So, what do you want to do?"

"We absolutely must pay attention to our dresses! Since we're going to this lousy party, our attire can't be any less sophisticated than Yang Mi's. Otherwise, when she sees Dilraba, she'll say, 'Oh, isn't that Dilraba? How come your company can't even borrow a haute couture dress? You regret it now, aren't you? Why didn't you sign with me back then...'"

Chen Si stopped Su Liu from talking on and on, as if he would never stop.

"Stop! Mr. Su, we need to face reality. They're not as naive as you!"

Even if she doesn't say it, she's definitely secretly pleased!

Chen Si rubbed her forehead and gave a helpless smile. "Don't be so petty."

"Are you saying she's a gentleman?"

Chen Si took a deep breath and stopped arguing with him. "Even if you say that, it's a fact that we can't borrow high-end custom-made items."

"I think I can buy it, right? It's just clothes, after all."

"Mr. Su, are you sure? Haute couture gowns range in price from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions of yuan. And these gowns can only be worn once. Are you sure you want to buy them?"

"Why can I only wear it once?"

"Nobody wears formal dresses every day, right?" Chen Si couldn't help but roll her eyes. "They're only worn on important occasions. For female celebrities, it's absolutely unacceptable to wear the same dress twice in a row, or people will laugh at them."

She sighed and continued, "Besides, being able to borrow clothes demonstrates your connections and the brand's recognition of you. If you bought them yourself, it would be equivalent to..."

Chen Sixiang used the term "nouveau riche" or "tycoon," but she held back, saving face for her boss. "Besides," she continued, "you're going to spend hundreds of thousands on something that can only be used once? Are you sure you don't want to discuss it with President An first?"

"That's right!" Su Liu was startled, almost getting carried away again. The company's funds were already tight, and if Sister Wenxiu found out that she had spent money so unnecessarily, she would definitely be angry!

"That's right, this kind of thing is completely impractical, I won't buy it," he said righteously. "Sister Chen, you should go back first, I'll think of something."

"Alright," Chen Si replied, getting up and walking towards the door.

Just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, Su Liu called out to her again.

"Sister Chen, what do you think about us hiring online trolls to publish articles saying Dilraba Dilmurat outshines Yang Mi?"

Chen Si's lips twitched slightly. "President Su, please, don't even think about such underhanded tactics. Dilraba is a newcomer. Do you want her to be ruined by directly trying to get close to a popular actress?"

"You're right, then forget it." Su Liu quickly explained, "I wouldn't have done something like this anyway."

After Chen Si left the office, Su Liu looked at a number on her phone with the prefix 0038, and her thoughts were drawn back to that unbearable memory of her time in Europe.

After much agonizing thought, he finally made the call. The phone rang several times before being answered after about half a minute.

A sophisticated female voice came through the receiver: "Hey, Su. I'm so surprised you called me. I thought you'd forgotten about me after you went back to China."