The people who had been gathered together spontaneously dispersed to both sides, revealing a tall figure standing at the back of the crowd.

Jingmin walked over slowly.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray double-breasted suit, paired with a crisp white shirt and a dark blue tie, exuding a powerful aura.

The suit has an understated yet luxurious feel.

It perfectly showcased his slender figure, with a limited-edition mechanical watch peeking out from his wrist.

It gleamed with a cold light under the lamp.

His face was expressionless, with a slight frown between his brows.

He glanced at Jin Xian with a cold, indifferent gaze.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned his attention to Chu Wuyang.

His gaze paused for a second.

Chu Wuyang coldly turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

Thinking to myself, "So, they said someone from headquarters would come, but he came in person."

Jin Xian's smile paused slightly.

But he quickly reverted to his nonchalant demeanor.

He looked at Jing Min, his tone carrying a hint of provocative ease:

"Oh, this must be President Jing. I've heard so much about you."

Jing Min merely glanced at him coldly without responding.

That innate sense of pressure made Jin Xian's originally frivolous attitude slightly restrained.

"Mr. Jin."

Jing Min finally spoke, his tone low and cold, his gaze devoid of any warmth.

"If it's just a waste of time, then there's no need for us to continue talking."

That was quite blunt, and the short, stout agent quickly smiled apologetically:

"Mr. Jing, Jin Xuan is just a bit mischievous, please don't mind him, let's go inside and talk right away!"

Jing Min didn't even glance at him, but said in an irrefutable tone:

“Brand endorsement is a serious business decision for us. I hope that future brand ambassadors understand that this is not a place to play tricks.”

The agent immediately broke out in a cold sweat, bowing his head and apologizing repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Jing, you're absolutely right!"

Jin Xian narrowed his eyes, looking at Jing Min with a half-smile, his gaze revealing a hint of scrutiny and defiance:

"Mr. Jing is so serious. But the cooperation hasn't been finalized yet, has it? Perhaps I'm the best choice for you."

Upon hearing this, a cold smile finally appeared on Jing Min's face. He slowly took a step closer, his tone full of meaning:

"The choice is not up to you."

Jin Xian opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

But in the end, he didn't say anything more, only looked at Jing Min, and his smile gradually faded.

At this moment, Chu Wuyang pursed her lips and calmly broke the deadlock:

"Director, I'll head back to my office now."

The director nodded.

Jing Min's gaze fell on Chu Wuyang's retreating figure.

Did she just ignore him?

When Chu Wuyang returned to the office, her colleagues' gossip didn't stop.

She shook her head. He really doesn't do anything serious and just slacks off all the time!

"Did you see President Jing just now? He actually came in person!"

Some people lowered their voices, but couldn't hide their excitement.

"My God, this is the first time I've seen him up close like this... His aura, wow, he's practically a walking male model!"

"Sure enough, those featured in financial magazines are completely different from those in entertainment magazines!"

My colleague's eyes shone with excitement, and his tone was full of admiration and amazement.

"To condescend to serve Yun Yang? How enviable!"

Someone couldn't help but chime in, their tone revealing a hint of jealousy and longing.

"What?"

The other person chuckled, his tone dismissive, and waved his hand, saying:

"I think all those random guesses you made earlier are just guesses. There aren't that many fairy tales out there."

"It's impossible for a prince to fall in love with Cinderella, especially since—how could a prince who already has a princess fall in love with a street performer like Cinderella?"

She gave a soft snort, her tone tinged with sarcasm, then changed the subject.

"Oh, by the way, I just saw Jin Xuan downstairs."

"Why do you speak so rudely!"

Someone frowned and retorted with dissatisfaction.

"What's with all this talk of performing arts? No matter how noble a princess is, it's useless if the prince doesn't love her! However—"

She changed the subject, looking over with curiosity.

"You just said you saw Jin Xuan? And then what?"

"What I mean is that Yun Yang, whom you've all been hoping for, might not be a chance."

The other person shrugged, their tone somewhat helpless.

"The spokesperson has been changed to a male, Jin Xuan."

"What?!"

Someone exclaimed in disappointment, their face filled with disbelief.

"But...isn't our IP character the Little Mermaid? Is it suitable for a boy?"

"What's appropriate or inappropriate?"

The other person chuckled and shrugged.

“We have more than one IP character now. Besides—you can’t be unaware, right? The Little Mermaid is just the original and most classic character, and I heard that it was adopted because the founder’s daughter liked it, which means—Mr. Jing’s wife, Miss Chu.”

She drew out the last syllable, glanced around meaningfully, and a mocking smile played on her lips.

"Is it appropriate for you guys to be churning out a love triangle here?"

Chu Wuyang listened quietly without saying a word, her expression indifferent, like an outsider.

Just then, the phone screen lit up slightly, and a message popped up—

—From Jingmin.

[Go up to the top-floor office.]

The sentences were brief, and the tone was as curt as a command.

Perhaps realizing his tone wasn't very good, he added a message a few seconds later:

I'll be waiting for you on the top floor. I need to talk to you about something; it's not convenient to talk downstairs.

Chu Wuyang glanced down at it.

No reply.

I don't plan to go up there.

Time passed by, and after a few minutes, the phone beeped again.

She didn't rush to see it.

I just glanced at the lit screen casually.

[Just now, that Jin Xuan... are you very familiar with him? Have you met him since? Does he know who you are?]

A series of questions, with a hint of urgency in the words.

Chu Wuyang frowned, feeling agitated.

She simply picked up her phone, casually slammed it face down on the table, and ignored it.