Early the next morning

Ming Jiayi, dressed in a black suit and wearing 8-centimeter high heels, quickly walked towards the nanny van.

The fans below held up signs and made a deafening noise, which was enough to show their enthusiasm.

After Ming Jiayi got into the car, she smiled gently at them, and then Mo Xing closed the car door.

"Jiayi, tomorrow during the day we need to reshoot the promotional video for Yuntang Heshe, and then there's a recording session tonight. The day after tomorrow, your aunt and uncle will call you home for dinner. The day after that, you need to go to the TV station to record a song."

"Wait a minute," Ming Jiayi interrupted Mo Xing, "What day is my schedule scheduled for?"

Mo Xing glanced down at Ming Jiayi's schedule, then looked up and smiled somewhat shyly, replying, "New Year's Eve."

Ming Jiayi seemed to have expected this. She helplessly propped her forehead with her hand and said softly,

"There's still a month and a half until Lunar New Year's Eve. Are you saying I won't have a single day of freedom to move around during these 45 days?"

Mo Xing nodded seriously and slowly.

"No, you're free to do whatever you want today. There's no other way; the entertainment industry can't afford to be idle. If you're idle, you'll be eliminated."

Oh, by the way, three film and television projects have offered you roles after the New Year, but the schedules clash. Would you like to take a look at the scripts and see which one you want to take?

Ming Jiayi forced a smile, then replied helplessly, "Give it to me."

Mo Xing took three thick scripts out of her bag and handed them to Ming Jiayi.

"By the way. Didn't a producer named Lin Yan send you a message a few days ago? He said you had promised him that you would take on his new drama, and then he sent you the script."

Ming Jiayi tried hard to recall.

It seems I did receive such a message.

"I don't think I replied to him. Did you reply for me?"

Mo Xing nodded, then pulled out one of the three stacks of scripts.

"Yes, I also told him you were filming. When he introduced himself to me, he said he was the Lin Xiangru and the Yan Zhenqing, and that you were the one who came up with this introduction for him."

This is the script he sent. It seems to be about a female celebrity, or something similar to "Please Listen to Me," focusing on her career.

Ming Jiayi placed the three stacks of scripts on her lap and then slowly flipped through them one by one.

...

In a dimly lit environment, a man is sitting in front of a computer eating instant noodles.

The next second, his phone suddenly rang.

"Tan Ziting, Ming Jiayi has already left the film set. You need to keep a close eye on her from now on. I need her detailed schedule every day."

Tan Ziting took a sip of beer and then gave a perfunctory reply, "Oh."

A dark, terrifying, and warning voice came from the other end of the phone again.

"You live in a dark and gloomy basement every day, and you don't even dare to step out of the door. You can only make your girlfriend go to your wretched place. You don't even dare to meet her in the sunlight."

Never forget who ruined you like this. You must get revenge!

Tan Ziting's anger gradually flared up, and the instant noodle cup in his hand became slightly deformed from his grip.

"Are you ever going to shut up? Say that again and I'll take you down with me."

The man seemed to have an unpredictable temper; he suddenly burst into laughter.

"After we defeat our common enemy together, it's not too late for you to die with me."

Tan Ziting hung up the phone immediately, not wanting to talk to that person anymore.

Although that person had an eccentric personality, what he just said was indeed correct.

He didn't want to live in darkness anymore; he wanted to walk hand in hand with his girlfriend in the sunshine, and he wanted to get married and register their marriage.

He looked up at the small window high above, then casually placed the instant noodles on the table, opened the door, and went out...

...

"My dear designer Su, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?" Ming Jiayi said lazily into her phone.

"Tonight? You've finished filming?" Su Yu asked quickly and concisely.

Ming Jiayi glanced at Mo Xing, who was working diligently, and then said in a joking tone,

"Yes, my lovely assistant and temporary manager has arranged my schedule perfectly for the rest of today, so today is the only time we can have dinner together."

Mo Xing looked up at Ming Jiayi obediently, then shouted loudly,

"Su Yu, please say a few good words for me~ Jia Yi is going to complain to death about me."

Ming Jiayi muttered to herself as she turned on the speakerphone on her phone.

Su Yu's light laughter reached their ears, "Let's do more while we can still manage!"

Ming Jiayi looked at Mo Xing, who was showing off wildly, with a wronged expression.

Her head is now three times the size of a human's.

"Are you coming to eat? Let's drink three thousand cups together."

"I'll come. But I still have some things to take care of at my studio, so it might not be so soon," Su Yu readily agreed.

"Okay, I'll order takeout then."

With Ming Jiayi's help, Su Yu has reopened a clothing design studio, and in just a few months, she has made her studio's signboard bigger and bigger.

Moreover, in these past few months, Ming Jiayi, Mo Xing, and Su Yu have become inseparable friends.

“Jiayi, although today is your day off, you still have work tomorrow, so you can’t drink alcohol today…” Mo Xing said seriously.

"I know, I was just saying. When have you ever seen me drink?" Ming Jiayi replied somewhat helplessly.

Since Feng Yunyun left Joyful Entertainment, her position as agent has been vacant.

She initially thought it didn't matter whether she had an agent or not, but later she discovered that there were many jobs that the artist herself couldn't handle.

However, she couldn't find a suitable agent right away, so she let Mo Xing try out that position first.

Mo Xing herself found the position of agent very interesting, so she readily agreed.

Although it's a bit tiring for her to work two jobs, the salary is so high that she can't even count it all.

Moreover, Ming Jiayi basically does everything herself and doesn't have the habit of asking others for help. So although she is doing two jobs, Ming Jiayi actually reduces her burden a lot as an assistant.

"Hmm... I don't think I've ever seen you drink. What would you like to eat? How about I cook?" Mo Xing said earnestly to Ming Jiayi.

"Hurry up and finish your work, then just eat in peace," Ming Jiayi said in a somewhat commanding tone.

Mo Xing nodded obediently, then continued to work with her head down.

Seeing this, Ming Jiayi sighed.

This child always seems to have so much to worry about.