Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The young man brushed it off. “Everything happens as planned; there’s nothing special to celebrate, really.”

The manager gave a smile, and soon, their drinks were served.

As the CEO sipped his tea in silence, the other man narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him, pursed his lips, and picked up his cup of coffee.

The two casually chit-chatted on some matters when Mu Yazhe did a one-eighty switch of topic. “My wife received a new script, where she’s set to play as a car racer.”

Startled, Qin Zhou nodded in agreement. “Eh, the script is good. The gold team is sure to create an iconic idol drama out of a best-selling novel.”

“I’m not concerned with the roles she has to act; I only allow her to act because this is her interest. As for what I’m concerned about…” The man paused, looked squarely at the star agent’s face, and asked brashly, “I heard that you wanted her to cut her hair short?”

Qin Zhou: “…”

I knew it!

This man won’t look for me unless there’s something on his plate.

In the first place, why would a busy CEO come looking for him with no apparent reason? Unless, of course, he was here for the affairs of his precious wife.

The thought prompted the manager to explain warily, “The heroine in the novel has a short crop, and since the script strictly follows the original character design, the director is requesting her to cut her hair short.”

It was easy for the agent to use the director as the scapegoat conveniently, effectively steering clear of the blame in this matter.

“Are you telling me that the reason for my wife to cut her hair short is just so the team can keep to the original character design?” The young chairman was sounding unhappy by now. “Don’t you know that we are going to take our wedding shoot soon? The preparation for our matrimony is underway, too. Don’t tell me that you want her to get married with a crop?”

The gold agent broke in a cold sweat and turned a deaf ear to the man’s complaint.

“There’s no point in pretending not to hear me.” The CEO knocked on the tabletop lightly with his knuckle and issued an ultimatum. “You’re not allowed to touch her hair. If needed, you can let her wear a wig.”

“But a wig will appear too fake in this instance! Her hair is too long for the wig to cover appropriately.”

The man refused to accept that excuse. “Since the script is adapted from a novel, the character design can be modified. You can change the heroine to have long hair.”

“But this won’t fulfill the intention of the character design!” quipped the manager forlornly. “In the story, the heroine has a sharp, short crop that makes her look cool. Having long hair will weaken that image.”

“Well, she can bring out that cool aura with her acting skills! Don’t tell me that you don’t have faith in her acting?”

He could only twitch his lips in response.

“I’m no expert in acting. All I know is that I want my wife to appear her best on our wedding day, so nobody is allowed to touch her hair.”

The man’s forceful attitude allowed no dissent.

In the end, the manager had no choice but to bargain. “Chairman Mu, can’t we negotiate on this matter?”

“Nope.”

His typical, tyrannical self did not allow any deviation. Moreover, he was not pleased that his woman had to suffer grievance of any kind.

Besides, his two precious sons would probably bawl their eyes out if they were to see her without her long hair.

This was enough to issue a stop order on her crown of glory.

The poor manager could only stare pitifully at the other man.

Mu Yazhe’s eyes glinted ominously on his wife’s manager and curled his lips into a frigid sneer. “If you dare to touch her hair, then I’ll shave your hair off and send you to become a monk at a monastery.”

Pom, pom, pom!

The threat hit the agent’s nerve right on the spot.