Gao Wei had just opened his mouth to speak when Su Jin immediately said, "Since you look down on Song Leilei, why not terminate your contract with her as soon as possible?"

“I agree to terminate the contract. But Song Leilei has to pay me the penalty for breach of contract. Does she have the money?” Gao Wei smiled maliciously: “Do you think you, Su Ling, would pay it for her?”

She said to Song Leilei with an air of self-importance, "See? It's all talk. Anyone can talk. But she can't help you. She doesn't have that kind of money even if she sells everything she owns."

Gao Wei thought he could sow discord between the two, so he went up to pull Song Leilei away, trying to separate the two who were like conjoined twins.

But when she tried to pull them apart, she failed and Song Leilei forcefully shook off her hand.

"That's enough. This is a matter of terminating my contract with you. I'll find a way to raise the money myself." After saying that, Song Leilei took Su Jin's arm and walked away.

Seeing their stubbornness, Gao Wei snorted and muttered to himself as they walked away, "Trying to raise money? Dream on. If you offend me, you won't even be able to get on those lousy variety shows anymore. You think you're so great just because you got lucky and landed a big-budget film? You think you're so special? You think you're destined to become a star overnight?"

Song Leilei is very distressed because of the contract termination issue.

The two put on masks, and Su Jin went to the milk tea shop and bought three cups of milk tea, giving two to Song Leilei.

Song Leilei, with a cup of milk tea in each hand, suddenly smiled.

In fact, women can be easily satisfied, especially simple and innocent girls like Song Leilei.

"Don't worry, I can pay the penalty for breach of contract for you." Su Jin knew what Song Leilei wanted to say, so she covered Song Leilei's mouth. "Don't say anything else, and don't refuse my help. Besides, the money is a loan to you. You can pay me back when you become famous."

"But you're broke, aren't you? I remember you couldn't even resolve the crisis of your Su Group. Where would you get the money to lend me?"

Su Jin gestured with her fingers, "I can still afford to pay your small penalty for breach of contract."

Song Leilei thought of the penalty amount for breach of contract and shook her head: "You don't know, the penalty amount I signed back then wasn't a small amount. It was a lot, fifty million."

“Fifty…ten million.” Su Jin raised an eyebrow, feeling that the number was indeed quite astonishing.

For a minor artist like Song Leilei, the penalty for breach of contract is at most a few million, ten million at most. How could she sign such an outrageous amount as fifty million?

Su Jin was certain that Gao Wei had never intended to let Song Leilei go from the beginning; he had essentially tied her to his own hands.

If Song Leilei cannot terminate the contract, she will have to listen to Gao Wei, who can make things difficult for her at any time.

Gao Wei and Song Leilei have already fallen out. If they don't terminate the contract, it means that Gao Wei will completely lead them by the nose from now on.

"Don't worry, it's only fifty million." Su Jin patted Song Leilei on the shoulder and said calmly, "I'll give it to her."

Song Leilei knew Su Jin's situation very well, and she didn't want to drive her best friend to her death.

Song Leilei shook her head: "Don't make trouble for yourself. I'll figure it out myself. If you really can come up with 50 million, you might as well solve your family's crisis first. My problems are all minor. If I can't terminate the contract, I'll just give up. Anyway, I've lost my original passion for acting. I'm not like you, who is very passionate about this industry."

Song Leilei's original love interest was her crush, Xia Xinyuan.

He's no longer a heartthrob, he's a scumbag named Xia Xinyuan.

She entered the entertainment industry to get closer to Xia Xinyuan, but after seeing through Xia Xinyuan as a scumbag, her enthusiasm for acting diminished by more than half.

Su Jin: "So what is your original aspiration now?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Leilei replied, "To be a rich woman."

Su Jin almost spat out her milk tea, covered her mouth with her hand, and looked at Song Leilei in confusion.

“I think that no matter what you do, the ultimate goal is to make money.” Song Leilei clinked the two cups of milk tea together and said, “Then why don’t I just become a rich woman and reach the ultimate goal in life?”

“For the ‘rich woman’ part, firstly, you have to be rich, and secondly, you have to be extremely rich.” Su Jin looked Song Leilei up and down, and finally nodded. “You, you have no money. You can’t even afford the penalty for breach of contract.”

She calmly advised, "Let's put the rich woman's matter aside for now."

On the other side, Xu Jingzhi took a look at her phone during lunch break.

He rarely chatted with Su Jin; their conversations mostly revolved around questions like, "Is Song Leilei with you?" or "Is Young Master Zheng with you?"—questions about finding people.

Xu Jingzhi received a video today and was a little curious. But when he clicked on it, his mouth twitched even more.

Finally, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, gritted his teeth, tore open the lid of the instant noodle cup, and stabbed the noodles hard with a plastic fork.

With a crisp snap, a small piece of the fork broke off and bounced to the ground.

Seeing that he looked like he wanted to kill a bowl of instant noodles, his colleagues exchanged glances. Someone pointed at him and mouthed, "Did you break up with your boyfriend?"

Someone nodded in agreement, "It's normal for him to be heartbroken when he's so engrossed in his work all day."

As soon as Xu Jingzhi returned from the island, he reported to the police station to start work. Even though he still had a week of leave left, he insisted on staying at the police station to make his presence felt.

After the instant noodles were ready, Xu Jingzhi sat down, found a pair of disposable chopsticks, and started picking at them.

His gaze was on his phone. He opened the video again, and the chopsticks in his hand snapped off with a crack.

Seeing Xu Jingzhi's condition, Officer Liu brought his own lunchbox, placed it on Xu's table, and then snatched the bucket of instant noodles from him.

"You're not fully recovered yet, so eat less instant noodles. They're not nutritious," Xiao Liu said. "The boss told me to take good care of you, in case you heroically sacrifice yourself again and there's not enough blood to go around next time."

"Thank you." Xu Jingzhi opened the lunchbox, touched his face, but had no appetite for the first bite.

Officer Liu said, "What's wrong? Not to your liking? These were all made by my wife. I haven't even eaten them myself yet. If you don't take a bite, you're really disrespecting me and it's a disservice to my wife's cooking skills."

At that moment, he slipped over to the screen of the phone on the table, rubbed his nose, and chuckled, "No wonder I had no appetite; I've been drinking too much vinegar. This young lady is an actress, isn't she?"

Xu Jingzhi took a bite of food and said, "Sister-in-law's cooking is really good."

Officer Liu bent his fingers and tapped the table with his knuckles, making a "click" sound.

"Let me give you some advice." Xiao Liu moved a chair over and sat next to Xu Jingzhi. He picked up a mouthful of noodles with the broken end of the chopsticks, slurped it up, and said while chewing, "Exactly, just say it. When I was pursuing my wife, I was just like you, jealous to no avail. We have to talk things out. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, are we supposed to communicate through our hearts?"

Xu Jingzhi stirred the rice with her chopsticks, listlessly saying, "If being honest were useful, I would already be in a relationship by now. I've made it so obvious, yet she still misunderstands."

“If you can misunderstand, it means it’s not obvious enough.” Officer Liu cut to the chase. “Try saying ‘I love you’ or ‘I like you’ directly. I don’t think you’ve ever said those things before. Figure it out yourself.”

Xiao Liu held the instant noodles, gulped them down, glanced up at Xu Jingzhi, and said, "You used lukewarm water to soak these noodles, right? They didn't even soften properly. Sigh, love makes even instant noodles hard to soften."

Xu Jingzhi: "......"