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

Chapter 92 Old Cai Can't Laugh Anymore and Na Zha, the Love-Brained One

I enjoy watching movies and TV shows.

When Yu Zheng walked into the company gate, the receptionist was looking down at her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up abruptly and saw that familiar round face. She immediately shoved her phone into the drawer, stood up, and bowed: "Good morning, Teacher Yu."

The voice trembled slightly.

Yu Zheng grunted in response, didn't look at her, and walked straight to his office.

But he could feel that many eyes were fixed on him from behind.

Those gazes weren't filled with the usual awe or fawning; instead—they were strange.

It's like watching someone who has just been stripped naked.

He walked into the office, and the moment the door closed, he heard a suppressed chuckle coming from outside.

"#!"

Artists' rest area.

Chen Xiao, Yuan Shanshan, and Yang Rong huddled together in the tea room, around a coffee machine.

"Old Yu must be furious, right?" Yang Rong stirred her coffee with a smile on her lips.

"What's there to be angry about?" Yuan Shanshan leaned against the bar and shrugged. "Isn't that how it is in the entertainment industry?"

"To be honest, I was quite surprised when I first found out about this. You mean Lao Yu likes this kind of thing?"

Yang Rong raised an eyebrow: "You're only just finding out?"

Yuan Shanshan was taken aback: "You knew all along?"

"How would I know?" Yang Rong chuckled. "I just felt like something was off. Now that I think about it, I realize that's what it is."

Yuan Shanshan leaned close to Yang Rong's ear and said, "Let me tell you, I used to wonder why Lao Yu didn't have any feelings for me at all. I may not be a stunning beauty, but I'm not so much that he wouldn't be interested in me, am I? Now I understand."

Yang Rong chuckled and shoved her: "What, you feel unsatisfied that he doesn't sleep with you?"

"Of course! I was wondering what I was missing? Turns out he's not into that kind of thing at all! I was always wondering how Lao He had so many good connections."

"Now I understand, it wasn't good acting skills, it was—good service."

"Pfft—" Yang Rong spat out a mouthful of coffee and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Yuan Shanshan continued, "But honestly, Lao Yu's taste isn't great either. Lao He's figure, his waist, his butt—"

"Tsk tsk"

"Hey, hey, hey," Chen Xiao raised her hand from the side, "I'm still here, ladies."

Yang Rong and Yuan Shanshan turned their heads at the same time and looked him up and down.

Chen Xiao wore a pair of slim-fit jeans and a white shirt tucked into her waistband today.

He was naturally handsome, with a striking androgynous charm in his eyes and brows, making him a well-known beauty in the industry.

Yang Rong suddenly reached out and slapped him on the butt.

"Chen Xiao, you'd better watch out."

"Huh?" Chen Xiao was taken aback and moved aside.

"Old Yu is heartbroken right now," Yuan Shanshan leaned closer and poked his waist with her finger. "Old He is leaving; his white moonlight is gone. With your delicate skin, you're perfect to fill the void."

"Fill in the gap? Fill in the gap?" Chen Xiao's face turned pale.

"Yes, indeed!" Yang Rong laughed heartily, "Look at your tiny waist, your pert bottom, your long legs. Wouldn't Old Yu's eyes light up when he sees you?"

Chen Xiao instinctively covered her buttocks, took two steps back, and pressed her back against the wall.

"No, ladies, don't scare me—"

"Who scared you?" Yuan Shanshan said seriously. "We're just reminding you. In the future, when you go into Lao Yu's office, don't sit with your back to him. Also, don't ask him to talk about the script alone at night. Talking about the script is just an excuse; you're really talking about life."

"And one more thing," Yang Rong added, "Don't wear tight pants, don't wear low-cut tops, and don't bend down to pick things up in front of him—"

Chen Xiao felt a chill on her buttocks.

How do I do this?

He glanced down at his jeans, then at the knowing smiles of his two female colleagues, and suddenly realized that this job—

Uncertain future.

In the office, Yu Zheng's face was ashen.

The Weibo post on my phone screen was still the same one about a "working guy in the entertainment industry," which had already garnered over ten million views.

Every "brat" in the comments section felt like a knife stabbing into his chest.

He slammed his phone on the table, yelling, "Fuck you!"

He swept the documents off his desk with a slap, scattering them all over the floor.

"What the hell! No sportsmanship whatsoever!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the office, furious.

"Playing with public opinion, huh? Spreading rumors, huh? Jiang Chen, you really think you've won? I'll make sure you pay!"

He cursed for a full three minutes before stopping, panting heavily, and calling out to the door, "Little Liu!"

Assistant Xiao Liu pushed open the door, her face filled with trepidation: "Teacher Yu—"

"Go and fetch He Chengming here!"

The assistant hesitated for a moment: "Teacher Yu, I—I already made a call."

"and then?"

"Teacher He said he's not feeling well and won't be coming to work today."

Yu Zheng was taken aback.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yes," the assistant's voice was even lower, "He said—the pressure from public opinion has been too great lately, and he needs to rest for a while. Also—"What else?"

"Also, he said—he doesn't want to take on any new roles for the time being."

Yu Zheng remained frozen in place.

He Chengming is avoiding him.

This is the person he promoted for seven years, gave him several leading roles in dramas, and was always by his side. Now, she avoids him like the plague.

He slowly sat back down in his chair, unable to utter a single word.

Tired————

I'm heartbroken.

Tangren Film and Television, Cai Yinong's office.

Cai Yinong sat behind the mahogany desk, holding a cup of Tieguanyin tea in his hand, the aroma of the tea wafting through the air.

On the computer screen, the Weibo trending topics list is being updated in real time.

#YuZhengWhiteMoonlight# is the most popular topic!

#Trafficstar Jiang Chen# followed closely behind.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Haha, okay, okay."

She picked up the teacup on the table and hummed a few lines of Taiwanese opera lyrics, with the unique melodies of the Hokkien language.

"When dogs fight, they're all covered in fur; even a scholar can fight without a knife."

She put down her teacup and clapped her hands twice.

Although she disliked Jiang Chen, she was actually alright.

After all, they had never met before. It was just that this guy was too popular recently and was blocking Tang Ren's way.

"Gu Jian Qi Tan" completely overshadowed "Xuan Yuan Jian," and the roles of Hu Ge and Liu Shishi, whom she had personally promoted, were all stolen by her.

I also heard that he was hanging out with Yang Mi. She's always disliked that woman, and she just casually kicked her a few times, nothing more than a business stunt.

But it's different for politics.

That guy has absolutely no shame.

Who did "Palace" plagiarize back then? It plagiarized "Scarlet Heart"!

Without Tong Hua's novel, would Yu Zheng be where he is today?

Will Yang Mi become popular?

Now that the two are fighting online, how could she not be happy?

Let them fight, it would be best if they fought to the point of mutual destruction, and then they would both die together.

She picked up her phone and switched to her alternate account.

Her alternate account, with the ID "Entertainment Industry Old Auntie," has 3,000 followers. She usually posts health tips and occasionally comments on celebrity outfits, appearing harmless.

She first found the hashtag #YuZhengHeChengming#, liked it, and commented: "Everyone in the industry knows, but no one dares to say it. Yu Zheng's preference for male celebrities is not a recent phenomenon."

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I found the Weibo post where Jiang Chen was being attacked, liked it again, and commented: "A traffic star is just a traffic star. Without any works to support them, they'll fade away sooner or later. Mr. Cai is right, they can't be considered stars."

Two numbers, two fires burning.

She switched back to her main account, refreshed the page, and watched the fans on both sides tearing each other apart, the comment section filled with the smoke of battle, and her mood became more and more pleasant.

"Fight! Fight!"

She picked up her teacup, about to take another sip, when there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

The assistant pushed open the door, holding an itinerary in his hand, with a somewhat strange expression.

"Mr. Cai, the music video for Nazha—"

"Red Dust Inn?" Cai Yinong put down his teacup. "Wasn't it all arranged with Jay Chou? Let Na Zha go as soon as possible. It's a rare opportunity to be the female lead in a music video, don't dawdle."

The assistant stood still, without moving.

Cai Yinong raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong?"

The assistant bit her lip, hesitating to speak.

Cai Yinong was puzzled: "Speak up, why are you hesitating?"

"President Cai, that Zha—she went to find Jiang Chen."

"

Cai Yinong was taken aback.

What the hell?

Why did she go to see Jiang Chen? What is their relationship?

"We just found out too," the assistant said, forcing a smile. "Nazha and Jiang Chen used to be neighbors, and they were quite close. With all this commotion online these past few days, Nazha has been in a bad mood. Today, she took the day off, canceled all her work, and said she was going to see him."

"Nonsense!"

Cai Yinong slammed his fist on the table. "She went to see Jiang Chen? That internet-hated celebrity? Has she lost her mind?"

"And why didn't you say so sooner? Neighbors? Quite familiar? How familiar? To what extent?"

"We just found out about this too. We haven't investigated Nazha's life before he joined the company in depth."

The assistant also felt wronged. Who would investigate their background? Would they investigate who their neighbors were before their debut?

Isn't that ridiculous?

Cai Yinong walked around the office twice, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Go, bring that card back to me! Tell them—tell them the MV team is pressing for it, and Jay Chou's schedule can't wait!"

"I've already called," the assistant said in an even softer voice. "Nazha's phone is off."

Cai Yinong stood frozen in place.

Shut down.

Her new artist, the rising star she planned to promote, that usually quiet and unassuming girl, has now turned off her phone, disappeared, and canceled all her work for a man.

#！ ！ ！

Why does this plot seem so familiar?

Is one of their artists another love-obsessed person?

No, it's impossible.

That kid, Nazha, seems quite smart.

should----

No way?

She could no longer laugh.

Yanjing, Nazha's rented room.

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Naza stood in front of the mirror, having already changed into his third outfit.

The first outfit was a white dress, too plain.

The second outfit was a red halter dress, which was too flashy.

This outfit features a light blue knit sweater paired with a beige long skirt, exuding both gentleness and playfulness.

She turned around in front of the mirror, her hair loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling beside her ears.

"This should work, right?"

She took a deep breath, went to the kitchen, and checked the prepared ingredients.

The tomato and beef brisket stewed in a clay pot, its aroma filling the entire room.

On the table were the porcelain cake her aunt had bought in Gonglitun that afternoon, and a bottle of sparkling water.

She remembered Jiang Chen saying that he didn't like drinking alcohol and preferred sweet things.

Doorbell rang.

Naza's heart skipped a beat. She ran over, then suddenly stopped, checked her makeup one last time in the mirror, and then opened the door.

"Senior, you've arrived."

Jiang Chenxi stood at the door, looking somewhat suspicious, and asked, "Na Zha, what's wrong? You said it was urgent, I thought—"

"Come in first and we'll talk." Nazha turned to the side, his ears turning slightly red.

The air conditioning was on full blast inside, and there were three dishes and a soup on the dining table, along with a cheesecake.

Jiang Chen sat in the chair and looked around.

Nazha's house wasn't nice, but it was very clean. There were several photos on the TV cabinet, including a group photo of her with the crew members and some behind-the-scenes photos from the filming of "Xuan-Yuan Sword". She was wearing her costume and smiling so hard that her eyes were almost closed.

"Hey, try this first, I'll stew it for lunch." Nazha served him a bowl of soup.

Jiang Chen took the bowl, took a sip, and said, "It's delicious."

"Hey—manager, I know you haven't been in a good mood lately, I've seen all those news reports. I just wanted to tell you—I have experience with this kind of thing."

Jiang Chen turned to look at her.

Na Zha raised her head and looked at him seriously: "When I was filming 'Xuan-Yuan Sword,' I was criticized by a lot of people who said my acting was bad and that I relied on my looks. Actually, I think I acted quite well."

Jiang Chen's face darkened.

Is this something urgent?

You're just bad at this; he's being unfairly criticized.

However, he didn't explain, after all, the family's mother meant well.

He took another sip of soup and mumbled an "Mmm" in response.

They chatted for a while, from the fun stories of filming "Xuan-Yuan Sword" to behind-the-scenes glimpses of "Swords of Legends", and then to the movies they had recently watched and the songs they had listened to.

When Nazha speaks, he always tilts his head to the side, staring at Jiang Chen's face. Occasionally, when he is amused by Jiang Chen's words, he covers his mouth and his shoulders tremble.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed, like the evening breeze, carrying a slightly cool sweetness.

"Hey, boss, I have a question for you." Nazha suddenly became serious.

"Um?"

Do you have a girlfriend?

Jiang Chen glanced at her, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"have!"

Naza stood there, stunned, the light in his eyes almost gone. "Huh? What's wrong? Can I ask?"

"Some of what's said online is true. Yang Mi and I are indeed working hard to catch up."

Nazha remained silent for a long time before asking, "Then—do you like Sister Mi?"

"Of course."

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on Na Zha's face. Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisitely beautiful, her skin was as white as jade, her nose was delicate, and her lips were rosy red. Every frown and movement was full of charm, and she was incredibly beautiful.

"To me, Mimi is like a gift."

"Besides her, I have never been attracted to any other female lead."

The sky outside the window was completely dark. Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, and the warm yellow light shone on Jiang Chen's profile, making his outline look like an oil painting.

He sat there quietly, his eyes filled with something deep and heavy, as if he were reminiscing or waiting.

Naza was completely mesmerized; she felt her heart beating a little fast.

The immediate reaction is definitely sadness!

Can----

After the sadness, things suddenly changed.

For girls, this kind of open and honest attitude, and their serious and dedicated approach to relationships, is actually more attractive.

Isn't this the perfect leading man she's been looking for?

The teacher is talented, gentle and considerate, and most importantly, dedicated, affectionate, and responsible.

And now, this living example is sitting right in front of her, less than the distance between them.

Her gaze shifted from initial trepidation to adoration, and then from adoration to a longing expression.

Jiang Chen suddenly hissed and quickly withdrew his right hand.

"What's wrong?" Nazha asked in surprise.

"It's nothing, just a scratch from the corner of the table." Jiang Chen looked down at his finger; the side of his middle finger was slightly cut, with a tiny bead of blood seeping out. "It's not serious."

At that moment, Naza's mind was filled with hormones.

She instinctively grabbed his hand, lowered her head, and put his fingers directly into her mouth.

Naza's lips were soft and warm, and the tip of her tongue gently touched his fingers, sucking lightly, like a small animal licking a wound.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her breath brushed against the back of his hand, carrying a hint of warmth.

Jiang Chen's mind was buzzing.

this----

if----

The thought flashed through his mind, but he still gently pulled his hand away.

"It's alright, thank you."

Nazha blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

The living room remained quiet for a long time.

"He's tall," Nazha Zhongsan said.

"Um?"

Do you know what kind of male lead the female lead is most easily attracted to?

Jiang Chenxi started studying.

"I have to go." He reached for his coat on the hanger. "It's late."

Nazha suddenly raised his head, something burning in his eyes.

She suddenly rushed over and hugged him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his back: "That's right, the leading man I snatched!"

Before Jiang Chen could react, Na Zha had already circled around to his front, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips.

They rushed ahead without thinking, exerting themselves recklessly.

Jiang Chengu consciously took a step back, her back pressed against Qiu Bi.

Naza's hands were on either side of his face, and his whole body was almost pressed against him.

Her lips were hot, her breath was hot, her whole body was hot.

After kissing, Jiang Chen pushed her away again.

"Naza," he said, placing his hand on her shoulder, "I have a girlfriend. This isn't fair to you."

Nazha Xi stood before him, her eyes red-rimmed and her lips trembling slightly, like a wronged kitten.

Jiang Chen didn't look at her again.

He picked up his coat, opened the door, and went outside.

The moment the door closed behind him, he leaned against the wall in the corridor and let out a long breath.

No rush —

It needs a little more heat!

He's not a scumbag, he's scumbag openly and honestly!

The motion-activated lights in the hallway went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

In the distance, the window of the unknown house was open, and the faint sound of a television could be heard.

He suddenly remembered a line from a song.

Jay Chou's upcoming new song.

The wind at the Red Dust Inn is like a knife, the sudden rain falls, and fate knocks.