Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“There was this actress of the day who soaked herself in freezing pool water for the whole afternoon even though she was having her mens. Although I know that it’s just a publicity stunt, I can’t help but think of how terrifying moral abduction is. To be honest, this means that an actor must love work above their physical self. That’s why I don’t think that the starlet was being unprofessional when she refused to cut her hair short.”

Mu Yazhe listened with knitted brows but kept his mum.

Still lying in his arms, she continued to mutter forlornly, “After all, most young ladies will still want to look their best with long hair. Who will be willing to cut theirs?”

“You’re fretting unnecessarily!” quipped her husband playfully, adding, “Qin Zhou was only threatening you; he won’t force you to cut your hair.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

His reassurance made her feel much better. Cupping his face with her hands, she came up with a sweet conclusion. “Fine, I’ll ride on your words! If my manager forces me to cut my hair, then I’ll…”

“What are you going to do, then?”

Her face sank, then she spoke sullenly, “Then I’ll shave your head bald when you’re sound asleep.”

Mu Yazhe: “…”

The man could just imagine the woman, with an eerie smile on her face, standing in front of the window with a shaving knife in hand on a dark, misty night. The mere thought was enough to send chills down his spine.

“Oh, one more thing.” A thought seemed to strike the woman. She then asked, “Did the police station come to you with any news regarding my father’s attack?”

“Not for the time being.”

“Don’t tell me that the authorities are gonna wrap up his case as robbery?”

“The police can’t do anything much when they are unable to find evidence. Their capability can only go so far despite the pressure exerted on them; that’s why even if it’s a vendetta at work, they don’t have the ability to nail the culprit.”

With a frown, the woman cast her eyes downward in disappointment.

He lifted her head by the chin and cajoled, “You don’t have to worry about this. I’ve already dispatched my men to look into this matter. As for your dad, I’ll send some people over to stand guard.”

“Alright!”

…

The next morning at Huanyu Tower.

Qin Zhou rushed to the office to have his regular meetings as usual, but the moment his foot stepped through the office door after pushing it open, a lanky, shadow fell upon his eyes that caused his eyelids to jerk violently.

There he saw his former boss, sitting at his desk like an old hand, mindlessly flipping through some scripts and program sheets on the table.

The latter heard the door opening and mouthed a ‘hi’ without looking up.

The manager did not know how long the unexpected guest had waited for him. He could feel his temples tightening, then his mouth gave a terrible twitch, but almost immediately, a standard smile formalized on his face as he greeted the other man. “This is early, Chairman Mu! One never visits unless they need something; may I know what orders you have this time?”

Finally, Mu Yazhe looked up, put aside the pile of documents in his hands, and asked casually, “Nothing much. Surely, I can hop over to catch up with an old friend, can’t I?” He paused, then added, “The office doesn’t seem friendly for a good catch-up, though.”

Cocking a brow, the star manager suggested, “How about I invite you to the café next door?”

“Hmph. Sure!”

The young man nodded in response.

…

Inside the café.

Qin Zhou ordered a cup of coffee and English tea.

The manager had a habit of drinking coffee every morning. At the same time, he also knew his former boss’s habit well—the other did not share his habit, so he ordered tea for the man, instead.

The man also ordered a few desserts. As he flipped through the menu, he commented, “Fancy having coffee at such early hours; you sure are laid back.”

“Old habits die hard,” replied the agent with a smile. “Chairman Mu is enjoying a bevy of good fortune recently! Everything seems to be going well with Shengyu getting listed in New York. It’s in my plan to ask you out for a drink to celebrate the good news, actually.”