After their confessions were rejected, they regretted it for the rest of their lives.

After a friendly conversation,

Although no effective cooperation was achieved due to the limitations of the telephone, they did express different opinions.

"Alright, we can talk about the rest later."

Xia Weichan maintained an indifferent attitude throughout.

Compared to directing for the second time, it was easier to get along with these shareholders who were connected to my previous life.

After all, a single artist management company doesn't involve many interest groups.

However, Xia Weiyu's legacy is not limited to this company; it also includes what she accumulated in the chaebol and entertainment industries during her second life.

Xia Weichan could foresee these people's restless intentions, but they were more discreet and had more ideas than these shareholders.

......

In a restaurant near the police station,

Deng Yun picked at her food while looking at the unappetizing Zuoqiu Hangyu in front of her.

The other person was intently looking at the paper documents in their hands, their long, curled eyelashes fluttering slightly, casting a shadow over the girl's eyes.

"If you stare at it for too long, the food will get cold."

"Um..."

Only after Deng Yun reminded him did Zuoqiu Hangyu perfunctorily pick up his chopsticks, stuffing two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth without even raising his head.

As her childhood friend, Deng Yun had already gotten used to the personality of this "senior" who was a year younger than her.

She has that kind of focusedness that makes her forget to eat and sleep once she gets into a state of mind.

"Little Fish, aren't you shocked by the wealth they're about to inherit?" Deng Yun said. "It involves many aspects. If we hadn't investigated their orphan background, our police station would have suspected that there might be a family business chain under the surname Xia."

When the police were investigating this morning, they even deliberately checked Xia Weiyu's background to see if he had any evidence related to finance.

After all, this is too bizarre. It's already rare for a producer to be the largest shareholder of an artist management company.

But it's not just the idol industry; it also extends to the entertainment industry, finance, and even large corporations with market capitalizations exceeding 10 billion yuan.

Hearing this, Zuoqiu Hangyu finally raised her head, her delicate hand resting on her fair chin, and asked curiously:

"I've reviewed the information you gave me. Was it incomplete?"

"Haha, as expected of you, there really isn't any."

Why?

"...Before I explain why, I'd like to ask you a question..."

After a moment's hesitation, Deng Yun changed her previous relaxed tone, looked into her childhood friend's eyes, and said:

"My uncle called me a few days ago and said that you're much better now and can resume a normal life, so he asked me to look after you for a year to adjust. You probably haven't been keeping up with what's going on outside, have you?"

"..."

Zuoqiu Hangyu looked at the other person, her eyes darting left and right twice, then she gently bit her lower lip.

Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, somewhat puzzled:

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

"It's nothing, it's just that the inheritance this student named Xia Weichan is about to receive is related to that detective."

Deng Yun casually stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, deliberately drawing out her words.

"It's that detective named Lu Ye~"

"...What?"

"You've just started your internship, and that law firm... isn't it later owned by Lu Ye? If we follow inheritance law, the detective and law firm left by Mr. Ye will become Xia Weichan's property."

"..."

"Your hands are shaking, don't drop the chopsticks, or we'll have to ask the waiter for a new pair."

Seeing Zuoqiu Hangyu's suddenly dazed face, Deng Yun withdrew her gaze and sighed.

"I should have waited until you finished eating before saying anything."

Why didn't you tell me about this?

"How could I tell you during that time? Did I have the means to open your bedroom door and see you?"

Deng Yun's question calmed Zuoqiu Hangyu's impending outburst.

During that period, she indeed cut off almost all social relationships...

Zuoqiu Hangyu slowly glanced away, but her emotions were like a surging tsunami, constantly eroding the broken dam in her heart.

She pursed her lips before asking:

"So, Mr. Ye is related to this heir... right?"

"It's not certain yet."

Deng Yun shrugged. A year had passed, and she had thought that her childhood friend would have recovered somewhat, but unexpectedly...

Upon hearing news about that man, she stopped caring about anything else and her mind was filled with thoughts of him.

"Hey, you look so young, don't try to act like a widow living in seclusion..."

Originally intending to offer some advice to Zuoqiu Hangyu, Deng Yun saw him rummaging through documents, then, as if he'd found something, impatiently pick up his phone...

Deng Yun quickly stood up and snatched the phone back.

"Don't make the call."

"What do you want to do?"

Because there was a table between them, and there was a half-head height difference, even if Zuoqiu Hangyu stretched out his arms and stood on tiptoe to support himself on the table, he still couldn't get the phone back.

I could only suppress the burning desire within me and anxiously demand it.

"Deng Yun! Give me back my phone!"

"Zuoqiu Hangyu, sit down and listen to me, okay?"

The commotion here was bound to attract attention, and Deng Yun didn't want to be labeled as an "adult who takes advantage of his age to bully a 'child'".

They managed to quiet down.

"I'm telling you, as an outsider, you're going through the police station's internal documents and records, and then you even directly call and harass the parties involved. If this gets out, I'll be severely punished..."

"Or rather, in your eyes, is your best friend, whom you grew up with and even liked the same jerk, less important than a piece of news about that dead scumbag?"

"..."

Although Zuoqiu Hangyu felt that in terms of inner strength, Deng Yun really couldn't compare to that detective.

But if that's the case...

Let's wait until the negotiations fail and we're about to start arguing before we talk about it.

"Don't call him a jerk..."

"Huh? Why can't I say that? That jerk was the one who met me first, my first love. When he was pursuing me, he said all those sweet words to me first, didn't he?"

Hearing these words, Zuoqiu Hangyu's expression gradually darkened.

Only then did she understand why Deng Yun's eyes had looked slightly unnatural when they first met during their conversation.

But they didn't start arguing immediately.

Zuoqiu Hangyu remained silent for a long time, then burst out laughing.

"What first love...you two are probably just friends at most, right?"

"Oh well, whatever. But I don't understand why you care about him so much, to the point that it's made you like this..."

Deng Yun shrugged with relief, as if the person she was complaining about wasn't Zuoqiu Hangyu himself.

Recalling those days, she let out a long sigh.

"Since you care so much about that jerk, you should know that I was just a stepping stone for him to get close to you, right? I thought I'd found my Prince Charming, but it turns out he's a fucking pedophile! A lolicon!"

Deng Yun finished the porridge in her bowl in one gulp and slammed it on the table.

As if about to revolt, accompanied by the trembling of his chest and the resentment that had been hidden in his heart for a year and a half, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Hey! Please, do you know what it's like to be treated like a backup option, and when I went to confront him, that jerk looked at my chest and said he doesn't like big ones, he likes petite ones?"