To Wan Ge's surprise, someone would actually take the initiative to contact her.

That evening, Wan Ge and Bai Yuchen had just finished practicing. Because the final exams were approaching, they didn't participate in any other activities and practiced the content for the final exams.

I had just finished practicing and was about to go out for dinner when someone stopped me.

The other person's gaze fell on Wan Ge, their eyes full of admiration: "Hello, classmate, your short video name is Wan Feng, right? I have a play, it's an art film, the female lead is a violinist. I think your appearance, temperament and ability are exactly the same as the female lead in my script. I wonder if you are interested?"

Without even a second's hesitation, Wan Ge replied, "Thank you, but I'm not interested."

The other party then said very seriously, "Don't rush to reject me. You can consider it. I guarantee that if you play the female lead, this drama will definitely be a huge hit."

With their talent and good looks, and a good marketing campaign, they're sure to become a hit.

Wan Ge shook her head again.

Just as the other party was about to say something more, Bai Yuchen, who was next to Wan Ge, spoke up in a cold voice: "Didn't you hear that she doesn't want to?"

The other person was clearly taken aback. He didn't know why, even though the other person was just a college student, he felt a chill.

So he was a little scared and said awkwardly, "Don't be angry, I just wanted to ask her if she was willing, I didn't do anything."

"Stay away from her." Bai Yuchen seemed to particularly dislike him, and his voice was icy cold.

The other party still seemed somewhat unwilling: "Really, you can think about it more before making a decision. Don't you recognize me as a famous director? I directed such-and-such drama."

At this moment, a gentle middle-aged man's voice suddenly appeared beside them: "Oh, I know the show you're talking about. It's the one where the actors and director were exposed for having messy private lives, right?"

The other person's face suddenly darkened, and he looked at the middle-aged man beside him with some anger.

The middle-aged man continued, "Do you know who Miss Rong is? Miss Rong is the most precious daughter of the Rong family. It's that zither she's carrying that you're carrying—it's a work by the renowned master, Master Nuo. It's not just a matter of being worth millions; it's something that some people want to buy but can't. Do you think she's someone you can mess with?"

The more the director spoke, the paler his face became, and he even seemed afraid. He tried to hide his fear with a smile: "Um... Miss Rong... I really didn't mean anything by it. I just think you are a perfect fit for the female lead in my script. I really, really didn't mean anything by it."

Wan Ge glanced at her coldly. She knew Bai Yuchen's driver wouldn't talk nonsense, so this director definitely had a problem. At first, she was just uninterested, but now she said, "You'd better just find someone to film. If I find out you've done anything else you shouldn't have, you can forget about working in this industry."

"I know, I know, I would never do anything I shouldn't do."

Wan Ge snorted coldly.

Bai Yuchen then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle Li, let's go."

"Alright." The middle-aged man immediately opened the car door: "Young Master, Miss Rong, please get in the car."

The director looked at the car worth millions, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

That was close, I almost lost. I finally found someone so beautiful, but then…