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Wang Ye stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Shang Hongdie.

His towering height of 1.85 meters instantly cast a shadow over Shang Hongdie, who was 1.74 meters tall.

Wang Ye raised his hand and pinched her delicate chin, his gaze lingering on her luscious red lips.

"Mr. Shang, your abilities are indeed quite impressive."

"However, I, the chairman, have a principle."

"In my company, it's not enough to just be good at getting things done; you also have to know the rules and be obedient."

Shang Hongdie tilted her head back, feeling the scalding heat from Wang Ye's fingertips, and her heart suddenly raced.

She did not flinch at all; her narrow phoenix eyes were filled with spring water as she obediently closed them.

"Everything about Red Butterfly, including her body and soul, belongs to her master."

"Whatever rules the master wants to establish, Red Butterfly will abide by those rules."

Wang Ye chuckled softly, his large hand sliding down her jawline to her taut, slender waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

Wang Ye lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and domineering.

"The rules are very simple."

"Outside, you are the majestic Shang Hongdie."

"Inside the gate, all you need to do is be the chairman's personal phoenix."

Shang Hongdie's delicate body trembled violently, and her two fair arms climbed onto Wang Ye's strong shoulders.

"Yes, my master."

Wang Ye pressed her down.

……

Half an hour later, the office door opened.

Shang Hongdie put her large sunglasses back on, and straightened her suit collar meticulously.

She walked out of the CEO's office with a composed gait, wearing ten-centimeter high heels.

When she reached the front desk, she stopped and her cold gaze fell on Pei Nana.

"Director Pei."

Pei Nana immediately stood up straight.

Shang Hongdie took out a pure black business card with gold foil stamping from her Hermès bag and handed it to Pei Nana.

"All legal matters, qualifications, and project applications for the film and television department will be handled directly between you and me."

"At 2 PM, bring your legal representative to Building 3 of the China World Trade Center to find me."

"We are about to launch the largest project in the history of the Chinese entertainment industry."

After speaking, Shang Hongdie didn't even glance at the stunned employees around her. She walked straight into the elevator in her high heels, her aura overwhelming everyone present.

Only after the elevator doors closed did Jiang Bai, the receptionist, pat her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"My God... what kind of goddess is this woman? She's terrifying!"

Pei Nana held the black and gold business card in her hand, staring at the three words "Shang Hongdie" printed on it, her eyes filled with shock.

She strode into the CEO's office.

Wang Ye was seen leaning back in a leather chair, leisurely sipping his Americano, looking completely unaffected.

Pei Nana couldn't help but step forward, her face full of disbelief.

"Chairman... how exactly did you manage to get this ancestor out of retirement?!"

"That's Shang Hongdie! A powerful figure in both Hollywood and the Chinese entertainment industry; countless bigwigs would beg and plead to even see her!"

Wang Ye swallowed the coffee in his mouth and began to contradict himself without changing his expression.

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

"I helped her fix her car once when I was traveling abroad, so she owes me a favor."

Pei Nana pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, and her lips twitched.

Car repair?

You're kidding me!

Would the top female producer in the Chinese entertainment industry be willing to become someone's subordinate just to do a car repairman a favor?

However, seeing Wang Ye's unfathomable demeanor, as if he didn't take the billionaire tycoon seriously at all, Pei Nana's admiration for him had completely exploded.

Our boss is practically a god descended to earth!

The evening breeze in September finally took away some of the daytime heat.

Wang Ye drove his imposing Yangwang U8 back to school and casually parked it in a secluded, open-air paid parking lot outside the school.

Low-key, that's the main point.

Wang Ye never engages in the kind of low-level behavior that involves driving a luxury car directly onto the campus and driving on the road.

We need to broaden our perspective.

He was wearing a loose-fitting, pure white trendy short-sleeved shirt, dark gray athletic shorts, and white sneakers.

He exuded a refreshing aura of a male high school student who hadn't been ravaged by early morning training and military training.

My phone kept ringing in my pocket.

Wang Ye took it out and glanced at it.

In the WeChat group for the first class of Drama and Film Directing, there was a chorus of wails and resentment, and the screen was almost flooded with the tears of all sorts of resentful classmates.

Zhou Xiaomeng posted a selfie; her originally fair and clean face was now bright red from the sun, and sunscreen mixed with sweat had formed white streaks on her forehead.

Zhou Xiaomeng sent a voice message in the group chat, her voice hoarse like a duck's quack: "Help, everyone! This isn't military training, it's like a giant hot plate grilling pork belly! Standing at attention on this 36-degree Celsius concrete floor, the soles of my shoes almost melted from the heat!"

The artsy, homebody girl Zhao Siyu posted a meme of someone dying from vomiting blood: "That stern-faced instructor is such a jerk. He even has to report before he can blink. My calves are as hard as rocks right now. I feel like I'm about to disintegrate and ascend to heaven on the spot."

Several boys were wailing and howling like ghosts.

"I have two big blisters on the soles of my feet, and I walk like an eunuch going to court."

"Where's Wang Ye? I didn't see him during roll call today."

"I heard he took leave, and both the counselor and the head instructor signed it off. That's incredible! How did he manage that?!"

Wang Ye slowly typed on the screen.

[Wang Ye: Thank you all for your hard work. You have all sacrificed your lives for national defense, and your spirit is commendable and deserves praise.]

After sending the text, Wang Ye casually took a picture of the chilled watermelon he had just bought beating up the lemon tea and posted it in the group.

Crystal-clear ice cubes clung to the glass, while water droplets rolled merrily down their sides.

The group chat quieted down.

A full ten seconds passed.

The screen was flooded with "kill kill kill" and cleaver emojis, completely overwhelming the viewer.

"Wang Ye! Are you even human?!"

"Extremely harmful and highly insulting!"

"Get out of here! You monsters and demons, get out of here! I'm drinking hot water on the playground, and you're showing off your iced lemon tea?!"

Wang Ye chuckled and exited WeChat.

Torture your classmates—that's the simple joy it brings.

At that moment, a notice popped up in the club's recruitment group.

Luo Ning, the vice president of the music club, posted a message tagging all members.

[Luoning: Attention all registered freshmen! The interviews, originally scheduled for 2 PM today, have been rescheduled to 8 PM tonight to avoid disrupting the daytime military training for many freshmen! The location remains the same: Practice Room 502 in the Art Building! Latecomers will not be accepted, so please prepare your talent performances in advance!]

Wang Ye raised his hand to look at his watch. It was still early, so he decided to go back to his dormitory to rest for a while.

He strode leisurely through the tree-lined avenue, which was filled with plane trees, and strolled toward the dormitory building.

Many freshmen who had just finished dinner in the cafeteria walked towards us on the way.

They were dressed in bright green camouflage uniforms, dragging their heavy steps, and exuding a strong smell of safflower oil and medicated oil.

He walks unsteadily, like a scrapped part just pulled off the assembly line.

When several boys in the same class saw Wang Ye, who was dressed neatly and even had a faint minty scent, their eyes immediately turned red.

"Holy crap, Wang Ye, where have you been gallivanting off to? Did Professor Zhou Muzhi really approve your leave?!"

Wang Ye said without changing his expression.

"Oh, what are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who craves pleasure? The main problem is that I have a chronic meniscus injury in my left knee. The old orthopedic specialist repeatedly warned me not to do strenuous exercise under the sun, otherwise I'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."

Several boys' mouths twitched violently.

Can't do strenuous exercise?

When he walked over just now, this kid's steps were so light he almost jumped!

I don't believe your nonsense!

Having gotten rid of his vengeful classmates, Wang Ye returned to his dormitory to rest.

In the evening, after having dinner, Wang Ye walked through the gate of the Art Experiment Building.

The decoration of the art building is significantly more upscale than that of ordinary teaching buildings.

The corridor was covered with performance posters of outstanding graduates from previous years.

Take the elevator to the fifth floor.

As soon as he turned out of the elevator, the long corridor outside the 502 music room forcibly held Wang Ye still for three seconds.

There were quite a few people.

Looking around, there was a line of more than 30 meters long in the corridor.

Most importantly, the gender ratio here is extremely unbalanced.

Out of ten people, at least eight are girls!

A dazzling array of beautiful skirts and shorts were on display, with women sporting long, flowing hair and bun hairstyles.

The entire corridor was filled with long, fair, and straight legs and the scents of various designer perfumes.

As for the boys in line, there were only two or three at most.

The two guys huddled in the corner, clutching their guitar cases, looking as awkward as country bumpkins going to the city for a blind date, not daring to even lift their heads.

As soon as Wang Ye reached the end of the line and stood still, the air in the corridor subtly changed.

The girls, who had been chatting quietly in small groups, all turned their gazes toward them.

Wang Ye, standing at 1.85 meters tall, stood out from the crowd with his robust and slender physique and well-defined features.

Especially when surrounded by a group of disheveled freshmen, he looked incredibly handsome.

Several scantily clad female students covered their mouths with the backs of their hands and began to whisper among themselves.

"Wow... what's that handsome guy's major? I've never seen him before!"

"Your skin is so good, and your features are so defined. You look like you have mixed heritage."

"He's so tall, and the muscle definition in his arms is amazing. He must work out a lot."

"Go get their WeChat ID! They'll become public property once they join the club!"

I've seen plenty of stunningly beautiful women.

Su Qingyan's aloofness and detachment, Xu An'an's youthful face and ample breasts, Liu Ruoxi's mature charm, Shen Zhiwei's abstinence and contrast, and Lin Sa's wildness and untamed nature.

Which one of them, if brought out, wouldn't be a game-changer?

These ordinary female students on the university campus may be young and beautiful, but in Wang Ye's eyes, they're just so-so.

The main theme is a calm and serene mind.

Just as I was pondering this, the heavy soundproof door to the 502 music room was suddenly pushed open.

A club member with pigtails poked her head out, holding a scoring sheet in her hand, and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Next batch! Numbers 12 to 15, come in for interviews!"

The girls at the front of the line quickly straightened their hair and skirts and nervously filed in.

The door wasn't closed completely, leaving a gap about the width of a hand.

The sounds coming from inside could be heard clearly.

"Good morning/afternoon, judges. I'm Li Xiaomeng from the Broadcasting and Hosting Class 1. Today, I'll be performing Jolin Tsai's 'Sun Never Sets' for you!"

Then the accompaniment music started.

As a result, the girl sang only two lines before her voice cracked during the chorus, the shrill sound instantly piercing the ceiling and causing a burst of suppressed laughter in the corridor.

A chilling, crisp interruption came from inside.

"stop."

"The pitch was off by half an octave, the breath was all stuck in the throat, and the breathing sounded as loud as if a range hood were on."

"Go back and practice your abdominal breathing more. Next."

The speaker's tone was merciless, and his sharp tongue was comparable to that of Coco Lee on the judging panel.

Many of the freshmen outside the door shrank back in fright.