I really didn't intend to make a living based on my looks.

The parking lot is located on the east side of the Ming and Qing Palace Garden, where a row of film crews' bread trucks and prop trucks are crammed together.

The most conspicuous car was Feng Shaofeng's black Audi A8L, which was polished to a shine and looked like a suited thug who had mistakenly wandered into a vegetable market among a bunch of Jinbei vans.

This is a true young master from Shanghai.

His family started in the textile industry, and his companies span textiles, film and television, and investment, with a total valuation of tens of billions.

This is also why this guy is so good at picking up girls in the entertainment industry...

Yang Mi's car was parked in the corner; it was a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz V6 minivan.

At that time, she wasn't famous yet, and her status wasn't enough to justify owning a motorhome.

The car door was half open, and assistant Zhao Ruoyao was standing outside. When she saw Jiang Chen coming over, she winked at him: "Go on up, Sister Mi is waiting for you."

Jiang Chen bent down and climbed into the car. A blast of cold air hit him, making it much cooler than outside.

Yang Mi was nestled in her seat, wearing a loose white T-shirt and black sweatpants, her hair casually tied in a bun.

He looks much better than last night.

"Honey, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Chen sat down opposite him and casually closed the car door.

"I feel much better," Yang Mi smiled. "Thank you for yesterday."

"If you hadn't taken me to the hospital, it would have dragged on for much longer, and the doctor said I might have gone into dehydration and shock."

"Don't mention it, anyone would have helped."

"That's not necessarily true," Yang Mi picked up a paper bag from the side and handed it over, "It's for you."

Jiang Chen took it and opened it.

He estimated in his mind that an Omega De Ville series steel watch would cost at least 20,000 yuan.

"Wow, Honey, you're so generous," Jiang Chen picked up his watch and looked at it. "Is taking you to the hospital that expensive? Or should I take you there every day if you have gastroenteritis?"

Yang Mi slapped his arm: "Why do you have such a rude mouth?"

"I'm serious," Jiang Chen put the watch back in the paper bag and pushed it back, "but I really can't accept this."

Yang Mi frowned: "Dislike it?"

"It's not that I'm disgusted," Jiang Chen leaned back in his seat, looking at her, "it's just that I can't accept it."

"I took you to the hospital yesterday because I considered you a friend. But after accepting this watch, the meaning changed."

"Really don't want it?"

"I really don't want to!"

"Don't regret it!"

"No regrets!"

Yang Mi rolled her eyes at him and took the paper bag back: "Fine, what do you want? I can't let you come all this way for nothing."

Jiang Chen thought for a moment, then suddenly leaned closer: "Then can I not call you Sister Honey?"

Yang Mi leaned back, looking at him warily: "So what do you want to call me?"

I want to call you Da Mimi.

Yang Mi was taken aback, looked down at herself, and her face flushed red.

"I'll beat you to death, you little bastard! How dare you flirt with your grandma?"

She grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, but Jiang Chen raised his hand to block it. She threw it again, and he blocked it again.

On her third thrust, she lunged forward, leaping over the gap between the seats, and reached out to grab his ear.

Jiang Chen leaned back, losing his balance from her pull, and the two collided.

Yang Mi had one hand on his shoulder and the other hand tugging at his ear, half-lying on him in an incredibly intimate pose.

Her face was only a fist's distance from his, her breath brushing against his face, carrying a faint sweet scent.

Jiang Chen braced himself on the seat with one hand to steady himself, while his other hand somehow landed on her waist. Through the thin T-shirt, he could feel the softness of her waist.

The car was quiet for a while.

"Let me go." Yang Mi's voice was much softer, and her ears turned red.

"Then don't hit me."

"Who told you to be so cheeky?"

"That's a misunderstanding," Jiang Chen said, not letting go, looking at her innocently. "Sister Mi, you played Guo Xiang in 'The Return of the Condor Heroes,' didn't your fans call you Little Honey?"

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment.

"But you're all grown up now," Jiang Chen continued, trying to persuade her. "Calling you 'Little Honey' isn't appropriate anymore. You should call me 'Big Honey.' Doesn't that reflect your transformation from a rising star to a top-tier actress, a leading figure among the post-85 generation of actresses?"

Yang Mi listened in a daze, and loosened her grip on his ear.

"real?"

"Really," Jiang Chen said sincerely, "When I said 'Big Honey,' I mean someone of high status. What are you thinking?"

Yang Mi: "..."

Ugh?

wrong……

Is my great-aunt not old?

Yang Mi got angry again and continued to pull his ear.

Jiang Chen reached out with his other hand, grabbed the wrist of the one that was pulling her ear, and gently flipped it over, locking both of her hands in place.

Yang Mi struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. He then turned to the side and pulled her away, instantly reversing their positions.

She leaned against the seat, and he braced himself above her, one hand on her head and the other holding her wrists, pressing them against the armrest.

Yang Mi was trapped between him and the seat, unable to move. Her loose white T-shirt was squeezed tight against her body, and the full curves of her chest were clearly pressed against his chest. The soft and elastic touch came through the fabric.

Come again?

Is it inside the car this time?

Another new map unlocked?

This……

Yang Mi glared at him, her face flushed red to the roots of her neck, her lips pressed tightly together, and her chest heaving.

"You...you get out of my way."

"I won't get up," Jiang Chen said, looking down at her. "If I get up, you'll hit me again."

"I'm not fighting anymore, get up."

"real?"

"real."

Jiang Chen stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly released his grip and stepped back a little.

The moment Yang Mi gained her freedom, she raised her hand to pat him.

Jiang Chen was prepared; he grabbed her hand and pressed it back down.

"Honey, are you telling me I'm not going to fight anymore?"

Yang Mi was pinned down and unable to move, and she was so angry that she gritted her teeth. "Are you going to let go or not?"

"You tell me first whether you're going to fight or not."

"I won't fight."

"real?"

"real."

"Then you say it, my dear Mimi swears."

"I'll bite you to death, you little brat..."

Seeing that she was so anxious she was about to bite someone, Jiang Chen quickly let go of her hand and sat back down in the seat opposite her.

Yang Mi slowly sat up, tidied her hair, and re-tied her crooked bun.

I glanced down at my T-shirt and noticed that the collar had been pulled a little crooked, so I quickly straightened it.

Then she looked up and glared at him.

"You've got some nerve, kid."

"If you're easily frightened, will they take you to the hospital?"

"Don't give me that," Yang Mi said, holding a cushion in front of her chest and leaning back in her seat, staring at him. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about what happened just now."

"What is it?"

"Just now... you were on top of me... and the hospital elevator..." She couldn't continue, turning her face to the window, "Anyway, you're not allowed to say anything."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jiang Chen said innocently. "I didn't do anything."

Yang Mi took a deep breath, feeling that talking to this person would easily raise her blood pressure.

"Alright, you can get out of the car now."

"Hey Honey, can we eat crayfish together again sometime?"

"Get out of here!!!"

Jiang Chen laughed, opened the car door, jumped out, and turned back to call out to her, "See you later, Honey!"

Yang Mi grabbed a cushion, intending to throw it, but Jiang Chen had already slipped away...