Holy crap, that's a real love-hate relationship, so dramatic!

Jing Li gave a wicked smile and said listlessly, "Actor Fei, who doesn't know him? It's just that he doesn't know me. The reason I said that yesterday was simply to get out of trouble."

After hearing her explanation, Cui Xueling breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to herself, "That makes sense. How could Fei Yingdi possibly know someone like you, an 18th-tier celebrity? I'm sorry, Ali, I didn't mean you weren't famous..."

"It doesn't matter, I'll be famous soon anyway."

Jing Li waved her hand dismissively.

A hint of disdain flashed in Cui Xueling's eyes, as if mocking her overestimation of her abilities.

But he was spouting sweet words.

"You're right. As long as we work together, we'll all become famous one day. Keep it up! Hurry up and change your clothes, Brother Jin is waiting for you."

With a "fighting" gesture, Cui Xueling cheered herself on and hummed a song as she walked out of her room in a cheerful mood.

Jing Li watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

This little princess doesn't seem to be as innocent and harmless as she's portrayed in the book.

The legendary top-tier green tea saint?

That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?

Jing Li withdrew her gaze, quickly changed her clothes, and followed Jin Tianyu out. She first forced him to take her to the mall to buy a new phone and replace her SIM card before heading to Xingheng headquarters.

She pondered all the way to Luo Yichen's request to see her.

Will they settle scores later and sideline her?

Or... because of Fei Mo!

Although it was just a small gathering last night, if you're determined to investigate, you'll definitely find some clues.

In fact, Fei Mo and Luo Yichen have very similar family backgrounds.

Both of them are the heirs of the most powerful conglomerates in China.

Because Fei Mo has an older brother and doesn't have to inherit the family business, she chose to debut and do what she loves.

Luo Yichen, on the other hand, started a media company as a trial run, but even just a branch office was enough to demonstrate his strong capabilities.

After graduating from an Ivy League university with a degree in finance at the age of 22, he returned to China and founded Star Media. In just three years, he became an industry leader that could rival GD Media, where Fei Mo worked.

Although the two companies are competitors, they have different focuses. Xingheng focuses on cultivating popular stars, and trainees who debut through talent shows are as numerous as yaks.

GD, on the other hand, focuses on the film and television industry, winning numerous Best Actor and Best Actress awards.

It can be said that among the female lead's harem, the only one who can rival Fei Mo in terms of ability and family background is Luo Yichen.

The two seem to have always been at odds. Luo Yichen always seems to be subtly targeting Fei Mo. Could it be because Cui Xueling likes Fei Mo?

Jing Li pinched her brow, feeling a bit of a headache. That's the disgusting thing about harem romance novels; you never know who will ultimately win until the very end.

Although the book states that Luo Yichen is the male lead, other male supporting characters, even Fei Mo, have a lot of screen time, and there are countless cult fans who take over the roles of Fei Mo and Cui Xueling.

Now she can only take it one step at a time and see how Luo Yichen reacts before making any plans.

Fifteen minutes later, Jing Li knocked on Luo Yichen's office door.

"Enter."

A slightly hoarse, low-pitched monotone sounded.

She pushed open the door confidently. Luo Yichen was talking to the head of the public relations department. He nodded and gestured for her to wait on the sofa.

Jing Li lazily sat down on the sofa, her gaze sweeping straight at Luo Yichen, staring at him openly and without blinking.

He really does have the air of a domineering CEO, completely different from that slutty and shameless Fei Mo.

With a straight nose, deep-set eyes, thin lips pressed tightly together, his shirt buttoned up to the top, and his suit perfectly pressed, he had the classic refined and aloof face.