I entered Huayu Entertainment in 2016.

"You said your sister's clothing designs got a complaint?" Wang Zian asked, looking at Zhou Ye across from him who was sipping his milk tea.

Zhou Ye nodded, released the straw, and looked up at him.

"Her clothes were really nice, but a group of students complained that they couldn't return them, which was malicious negative feedback!"

Her lips were slightly pouting, a small knot was furrowed between her brows, and her tone carried a genuine and undisguised resentment.

"I understand!"

Suddenly, Wang Zian's eyes lit up.

"Could your sister's clothing company produce costumes and props for the film and television industry?"

Zhou Ye blinked, his eyelashes fluttering.

She was probably still thinking about the complaint against her sister, and his sudden change of topic caught her off guard.

"It seems like it might be okay."

"What's wrong?"

Wang Zian said with a smile, "I'd like to shoot some short videos, and I might need some help with that!"

Thanks to ByteDance's algorithm and the recommendation system he was involved in building in the early days, short videos have become wildly popular since their emergence last year.

However, it is also in its most unregulated stage of growth, with rampant infringement, widespread plagiarism, and inconsistent content quality.

Even he couldn't stop these things. The chaos that inevitably occurs when an industry starts out cannot be reversed by any one person's power.

"Do you want to shoot short videos?" Zhou Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

She put the milk tea on the table and excitedly exclaimed, "Can I join you? I can act!"

Wang Zian smiled and nodded: "Of course, no problem, you're the lead actor!"

"Really?! That's great!" Zhou Ye's eyes curved into two crescent moons, and a small, shallow dimple appeared on his cheek.

Her dimples were different from Tian Xiwei's. When Tian Xiwei smiled, her dimples were big and deep, like two holes poked in dough with a finger. Zhou Ye's dimples were shallow, barely visible, but they made her face look exceptionally clean and beautiful.

Speaking of Tian Xiwei, why don't we bring her over too?

That's what he was thinking, but looking at Zhou Ye, Wang Zi'an subconsciously thought, maybe I should just forget about it!

Let's wait for the preliminary results!

"Come pick someone up with me tomorrow!"

Zhou Ye blinked. "Who is it?"

"A beautiful woman!"

Zhou Ye's movements suddenly froze.

Her eyes stared straight at him, the light in her pupils flashing for a moment before settling back down.

Her lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, as if she was mentally preparing herself.

"Beautiful girl? Yes, she's yours~~"

She was really afraid that Prince An would say a certain word.

A word she had worried about many times but had never heard him say.

"Friend!" Wang Zian said with a smile.

Zhou Ye knew that Wang Zi'an was deliberately teasing her, and rolled her eyes dramatically.

She raised her fist, bared her teeth, and waved it in front of Wang Zian in a threatening manner.

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The next day at noon, at the Capital Airport.

Wang Zian drove the Audi and took Zhou Ye to the roadside near the arrival gate ahead of time.

On their way here, they even stopped by Luckin Coffee and bought a few cups of coffee.

Outside the car window, the late June sun in Beijing was so bright it was almost blinding, so he flipped down the sun visor.

After arriving at their destination, the two sat quietly in the car and waited.

After arriving at his destination, he parked the car, turned off the engine, placed one hand on the steering wheel, tapped his fingers lightly, and looked at the arrival exit of the terminal across the street.

Zhou Ye sat in the passenger seat, leaning back, but his eyes were cold.

She would glance at Wang Zian every now and then, her gaze lingering on his face for a second before looking away.

Then she glanced at the coffees he had bought.

Although I bought one for myself, I still felt a little uneasy.

She picked up the glass and took a sip, the ice cubes rattling loudly inside.

"I'll try a different place next time, this is way too cold!"

"You never seem to like drinking coffee!" Zhou Ye put the coffee cup back in the cup holder, his voice a little cold.

"Zhang Ruonan likes it!" Wang Zian said casually, his gaze still fixed on the exit. "You like milk tea, she likes coffee."

"Oh~!"

Zhou Ye pursed his lips.

Then, she flipped down the makeup mirror in Wang Zian's car, took out her makeup bag from her bag, and began to touch up her makeup.

Foundation, loose powder, eyebrow pencil, lipstick—one by one, they spread them on their knees.

She carefully drew her eyebrows in front of the mirror, moving from the left to the right, her movements focused and earnest.

Wang Zian watched her actions and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm wearing makeup! Can't you tell?" Zhou Ye didn't even look at him, steadily drawing the eyebrow pencil down along the arch of his eyebrow.

Today she was wearing a sleeveless black knit dress in a Chanel-inspired style, with her hair down, looking very cool and chic.

Her already fair cheeks became even more delicate, healthy, and radiant with the help of cosmetics.

Her lips were painted with a delicate, mauve lipstick, which looked exceptionally beautiful against the black background.

It's clearly been carefully prepared.

You should know that she didn't wear any makeup the day the two of them went out; she only applied a layer of sunscreen to her face.

Wang Zian himself was dressed normally in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts today.

He leaned back in the driver's seat, watching Zhou Ye in the passenger seat applying highlighter to his cheekbones with a small brush, and a slight smile curved his lips.

"Okay, that's beautiful, no need to put on any more makeup."

Zhou Ye's brush paused in mid-air for a second before continuing to sweep across his face. "I didn't put on makeup because of you."

"Alright, alright!" Wang Zian shook his head as he watched her drawing with great enthusiasm. "I need to go in and get her, otherwise Sister Nan will probably spit me out! You can keep drawing!"

"Wait for me!"

Zhou Ye hurriedly tossed the cosmetics in his arms aside, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and jogged after him.

The two people stood at the arrival gate and waited.

Taking advantage of his height, Wang Zian looked around. Zhou Ye stood next to him, arms crossed, lips slightly pursed.

Passengers poured out of the gates in waves, dragging suitcases and carrying backpacks. Some held up welcome signs, while others ran towards the waiting area with their arms outstretched.

Finally, Wang Zian spotted a familiar figure among the crowd disembarking from the plane.

He raised his hand, smiling, and waved. "Here!"

Zhang Ruonan was wearing a loose white round-neck short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans; she was also carrying a small black leather bag.

She looked relaxed and fresh, which suited her face perfectly.

She was dragging a small silver-gray carry-on suitcase toward the exit when she heard a sound. She looked up and saw Wang Zian's face, which was half a head taller than the others, in the crowd.

Wang Zian quickened his pace, and Zhou Ye followed after him.

Zhou Ye's eyes were fixed on the figure that was getting closer and closer.

She began to automatically perform a set of observations and analyses in her mind.

She looked Zhang Ruonan up and down: round almond-shaped eyes, oval face, fair skin. Objectively speaking, she was pretty, and she would give her a 9.5 out of 10.

I even wore light makeup today, so my looks are definitely not lacking.

Attire, 60, okay! 90!

No, where did Prince An find such a beautiful older sister?!

Zhou Ye began to feel uneasy and nervous.

Yesterday, she specifically asked Wang Zian what he was wearing today. Her outfit today, standing next to Wang Zian, looks like a couple's outfit at first glance.

After seeing Wang Zian wave, Zhang Ruonan walked over.

At first, through the crowd, all you could see was Wang Zi'an, who was very tall.

She had a lot of complaints ready to share with Wang Zi'an.

But as she pushed through the crowd and got closer, she suddenly saw a girl standing next to Wang Zi'an.

The girl was wearing a black dress and sunglasses on her forehead, and she was looking at her with a calm and scrutinizing gaze.

The two people, several meters apart, exchanged a glance in the air.

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her movements slowed a beat.

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