After accidentally sending a late-night reading to her ex-boyfriend

"Jiang Yueyue, over here!"

At the annual meeting of Boyuan Media, the largest MCN company in China, Xiao Jing waved to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue's eyes lit up the moment she saw Xiao Jing.

Three days ago, the company's leadership underwent a major reshuffle, followed by a very luxurious annual meeting at a hot spring hotel for the company's top executives and elites.

Jiang Yue was no exception to the trend of various influencers livestreaming, and she pretended to be calm in front of her phone.

"That's all for today's live stream. You should know that in high society, it's impolite to live stream while attending a banquet. Besides, I'm not an internet celebrity who's just trying to get views."

After a chorus of exclamations from her fans, Jiang Yue ended the live stream.

"Xiao Jing, this place is really nice."

Jiang Yue's voice was gentle as she naturally took Xiao Jing's arm.

Xiao Jing, a top-tier rich second-generation in international circles, is Jiang Yue's college classmate. Two days ago, Xiao Jing returned to China and contacted her. Thinking of their past friendship, Jiang Yue mentioned that she was working in social media and wanted to attend Boyuan's annual meeting.

And so, we have today.

As an ordinary influencer with only a million followers, Jiang Yue never had this opportunity before, but now she has proven to her fans that she is amazing.

Thank goodness, my public image is saved again.

Xiao Jing scratched his head.

"The current CEO of Boyuan is my brother. Since you've also signed with this company, let's get to know each other later."

"Xiao Jing, you're amazing!"

Jiang Yue smiled, her eyes crinkling with admiration, though it was all an act.

Xiao Jing was a little embarrassed by the praise.

"No, it's good that I can help you, Jiang Yueyue."

Jiang Yue never expected that after her family went bankrupt, she would have such good fortune in love, with such a top-tier rich second-generation heir showing interest in her. Jiang Yue isn't as naive as she seems; having been forced to struggle in the world of online celebrities for a year, she's quite shrewd.

Most importantly, Jiang Yue also has an online persona: a daughter of a prominent family.

It's funny, really. When the Jiang family was rich, she shared unboxing videos, dance parties, and the lives of the wealthy online. Unintentionally, she gained millions of followers.

Later, his family fell into poverty and he was forced to drop out of school. However, he was spotted by Bomei, a newly emerging MCN company. Although the contract was not fair, the money came quickly.

Jiang Yue is currently facing a bottleneck.

A few days ago, after her cousin, who is also her arch-rival Lin Weiwei, mentioned in a live stream that her recent videos featured fake bags and were filmed by strangers, she lost a lot of followers.

If Jiang Yue can secure a better opportunity at this year's annual meeting, her resources will improve dramatically. Even if her resources don't increase, maintaining her relationship with Xiao Jing, this rich second-generation heir, will allow her to preserve her public image.

"Thank you!"

Thinking it over, Jiang Yue smiled and expressed her gratitude.

"Brother, over here!"

Xiao Jing waved and led Jiang Yue forward. The two stopped in front of a tall man who was dressed in a suit and looked like a business elite.

"Jiang Yueyue, this is the current CEO of Boyuan Media, and also my good brother..."

Jiang Yue smiled sweetly.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Yue, from Xiao Jing's..."

Jiang Yue's words were cut short as her gaze froze, followed by an indescribable embarrassment, her hand stiffening as she tried to move the empty container.

"...Mo Chenyuan," Xiao Jing excitedly uttered the last three words, as if to tell Jiang Yue that she had not made a mistake.

Mo Chenyuan, the aloof campus heartthrob in college, was her unrequited love for her ex-boyfriend.

Jiang Yue's thoughts instantly returned to that stormy night abroad.

……

Mo Chenyuan's hand gripped Jiang Yue's wrist tightly. Jiang Yue felt that he was very strong and frowned uncomfortably.

Why did you suddenly break up with me?!

Jiang Yue looked up at the man she had liked for a long time.

"Because you're not good enough for me."

This is probably the most vicious thing Jiang Yue has ever said.

"Besides having better grades, what other prospects do you have? Are you planning to make me run around with you and start from scratch after graduation? I don't care!" Jiang Yue ruthlessly shook off Mo Chenyuan: "Let me tell you, my father has already found me a super rich second-generation heir in China. A rich girl like me wants a life of luxury. Aren't you going to let me go?"

"What if... I were worthy of you!" Mo Chenyuan lamented, "You've never understood anything about me!"

"What a joke!" Jiang Yue's lips curled into a mocking smile. "What do I need to know about you? It's just a relationship, a game. Besides, I didn't even get to play you! You're so keen on keeping your chastity and distancing yourself from me. Do you think I'm running a charity, not wanting your money or your body?"

Mo Chenyuan was speechless.

The black van stopped, and Jiang Yue finally spoke: "Alright, let's part ways amicably. Here's a card, it's a breakup fee."

……

Everything from the past is still vivid in my mind.

Jiang Yue even felt that the phrase "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" had become a concrete reality.

Who would have thought that the impoverished student who used to rely on her for tuition fees would become her new boss? Most importantly, Jiang Yue was young and naive, and she couldn't terminate the exploitative contract she signed with her original company.

She just wanted to disappear into the ground and never come out again.

The man in front of me had the same cold and stern expression as always, as if he didn't care about anything.

However, compared to the simple white shirt of her student days, a suit and tie was the standard for success. After all, Jiang Yue had been rich before, and this Italian handmade custom-made suit cost at least seven figures.

"Jiang Yueyue, what are you thinking about? Hurry up and say hello."

Xiao Jing shook Jiang Yue's arm, seemingly surprised that she hesitated at this moment. She didn't really need this opportunity; she had been upset about it for a long time. Perhaps Mo Chenyuan was too cold and frightened Jiang Yue? There was nothing he could do; his brother had been like that before.

Xiao Jing was much more honest in front of Mo Chenyuan: "Chenyuan, this is Jiang Yueyue that I told you about." Xiao Jing was even a little embarrassed. When he asked Mo Chenyuan for this spot, Xiao Jing had casually said that he liked her.

Xiao Jing believed that Jiang Yue was unaware of his affections and was afraid that Mo Chenyuan might have let it slip.

Xiao Jing subconsciously tensed up and took a glass of champagne from the waiter, handing it to Jiang Yue.

"Jiang Yueyue, don't be nervous. Shen Yuan is my brother, one of our own. If you don't know how to speak, just raise a glass."

Xiao Jing casually pushed Jiang Yue in front of Mo Chenyuan.

Mo Chenyuan remained expressionless, as if he were unmoved by the matter and didn't even know her.

Jiang Yue recalled the awkwardness of their breakup, thinking that she would be lucky if Mo Chenyuan didn't throw a drink at her, let alone offer her a toast.

Mo Chenyuan suddenly spoke up: "I know this Miss Jiang."

Jiang Yue felt a cold sweat break out on her chest. She didn't know if it was because she was worried that Mo Chenyuan would expose her gold-digging ex-girlfriend identity and embarrass her, or she was afraid that Xiao Jing would find out about her past and cause her to lose her current backer.

In short, she was unsure of herself.

"real?"

Xiao Jing, the naive and rich second-generation heir, is very happy.

Xiao Jing looked at Jiang Yue: "Jiang Yueyue, you are clearly very capable, but you still say you are a nobody in the company. Look, even Shen Yuan knows about you."

Mo Chenyuan calmly prepared to speak, and Jiang Yue's heart sank to the bottom.

Ruined.

She looked nervously at Mo Chenyuan, afraid he would say something shocking. After all, Jiang Yue still vividly remembered his bold words at the time of their breakup; any one of them would be enough to shatter Jiang Yue's current image and make Xiao Jing, that little sweetheart, keep his distance.