"We can discuss anything else. But I don't think we need to discuss terminating the contract."

Assistant Wang rolled his eyes inwardly, chuckled awkwardly, and said with a forced smile, "I can't make that decision; it'll have to be done by President Ji."

Shang Hongxuan, his beard bristling and eyes wide, exuded an air of authority far greater than before. He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Then call her here! What's that little brat doing all day?!"

Assistant Wang secretly complained about the big boss and the second boss.

The big boss was too busy with business to bother with the merchants. The second boss was also busy searching around, finding the household registration book of the family she was registered with and old acquaintances. These two hands-off bosses dumped the merchants on Shang Yechu's team. Since no one in the team wanted to come, they had to draw lots. Poor Assistant Wang got lucky.

Assistant Wang had no choice but to serve Shang Hongxuan's family good tea and food every day, and to practice Tai Chi with them.

The big boss said that before the second boss finds the supporting documents, we shouldn't alert them and should just keep things quiet.

Assistant Wang knew this was a tough job, but he hadn't expected it to be this tough. Seeing Qingping Entertainment's amiable demeanor, Shang Hongxuan, believing he had Shang Yechu's weakness in his grasp, became increasingly arrogant. Within two days, he even produced a document that seemed quite professional, and had Assistant Wang sign it on behalf of Qingping Entertainment.

After only glancing at the contents of the document, Assistant Wang nearly choked on his dinner from the night before.

The document contains the following clauses, which can be summarized as follows:

First, we demand that Shang Yechu and Qingping Entertainment terminate their contract immediately, with Shang Yechu bearing the termination fee himself.

Second, they demanded that Ji Juntao compensate Shang Hongxuan, Ji Ya, and Shang Jiayu for "mental distress damages".

Third, they demanded that Shang Yechu publicly acknowledge his relationship with Shang Yechu online.

Fourth, we demand half of the profits from the film "Rules Street," which Shang Yechu is currently filming...

There were many absurd clauses left, clauses that Shang Hongxuan dared to write but Assistant Wang dared not even look at. Leaving aside the baseless claims of contract termination and compensation for emotional distress, did Shang Hongxuan even know what half a film's revenue meant? Even if Huang Shiren were reincarnated or Zhou Bapi were resurrected, he wouldn't dare propose such bizarre conditions!

If Assistant Wang really dares to sign this document, Ji Juntao will hang him himself tomorrow. Ironically, Shang Hongxuan actually thinks his contract is some kind of unparalleled masterpiece, waving those two sheets of paper around every day, pontificating and arguing with Assistant Wang until they're red in the face.

Money is hard to earn, and life is tough. Assistant Wang has been acting out a little drama with Shang Hongxuan these days (of course, the other party involved doesn't think so), and he's almost depressed because he can't decide whether to laugh or cry.

Half of December had already passed, and there was still no sign of the second boss. Assistant Wang felt that he was about to reach his limit.

"Tell me, what kind of image is this, a girl acting in those scenes where she takes off her clothes and pants?" Shang Hongxuan retorted. "Aren't you afraid people will gossip about her ripped crotch! Your company is outrageous, making my girls act in all sorts of roles!"

Assistant Wang nodded quickly: "Haha, yes, yes. Actually, Sister Ye herself didn't want to act; it was the boss who forced her."

The big boss had already given the order: since the business people already hated her to the extreme, whatever accusations they had, they should just pin them on her. Having received this imperial decree, Assistant Wang kept her eyes closed while talking to Shang Hongxuan, insisting that whatever the other person said was done by Boss Ji.

And surprisingly, this tactic worked wonders. In just half a month, Shang Hongxuan had completely changed his initial wariness and now considered himself "Little Wang's" uncle, frequently treating Assistant Wang to drinks. At the dinner table, they'd chat about everything under the sun, offering their opinions. Assistant Wang, having managed to infiltrate the top star's team at such a young age, naturally had a silver tongue, flattering Shang Hongxuan to the point of tears and confiding in him. This troublesome second boss now clearly considered Assistant Wang a confidant.

"What Sister Ye!" Shang Hongxuan slammed his hand on the table, making a loud bang. "Sister Shang! She's my maid!"

Assistant Wang blurted out, "We used to call her Sister Shang in private, but later we consulted a fortune teller who said 'Shang' sounds like 'harm,' which would hurt our finances, so we changed how we addressed her. Fortune tellers in the entertainment industry are very accurate..."

Shang Hongxuan fell silent. After a long while, he snorted and said, "Fine then. Let it be Ye. As parents, we have to consider our children's future."

"The tea is here."

Ji Ya, wearing an apron, placed the teapot and teacups on the table one by one: "Xiao Wang, have some tea."

Assistant Wang felt quite uncomfortable. Back at the company, he was always the one serving Sister Ye—of course, not for free, he was well paid. Now, interacting with the Shang family, it was Sister Ye's mother serving him. Assistant Wang felt a strange sense of injustice, as if the tables had turned. However, Shang Hongxuan was clearly used to it, picking up his teacup and saying authoritatively, "Little Wang, what's with the formalities? Uncle isn't angry with you. Drink your tea."

Assistant Wang picked up his teacup and took a sip absentmindedly. When will the second boss be back? He really can't hold on any longer!

"My eldest son is so unfilial!" Shang Hongxuan took a couple of sips of tea, then recalled his sad memories. "He was bad at studying and clumsy at work when he was young. Once he grew up and became independent, he abandoned his parents and went off to live a carefree life."

"Yes, yes," Assistant Wang nodded vigorously, "That's too much!"

"You finally managed to make a name for yourself in acting, and you still aren't ambitious!" Shang Hongxuan slammed down. "Look at those big stars, which one of them doesn't film several movies a year? That Andy Lau from Hong Kong, he makes four or five movies a year! And look at her, besides playing minor roles, how many times has she actually acted? If I, as her father, don't plan things out for her, she'll starve to death in this industry sooner or later!"

"Ah, right, right, right..."

Who are you planning for?

A familiar voice rang out. Assistant Wang had heard this voice countless times before, but now it was like hearing celestial music, instantly clearing his ears. He almost turned his head with tears in his eyes to look at the figure that had appeared at the door at some point.

"Sister Ye!"

Assistant Wang's voice choked with emotion. From the bottom of his heart.

Shang Yechu slowly walked forward. Every step seemed to tread on Assistant Wang's heart. Although her steps were very light, he hallucinated that the earth was shaking.

Shang Hongxuan's teacup tilted, spilling tea onto the instep of his foot, but he didn't notice. After a long while, he finally picked up the teacup, jumped up, and roared angrily, "You still know how to come back!"

As he spoke, Shang Hongxuan took three steps forward, rolled up his sleeves, and slapped Shang Yechu across the face!

Parents tend to assert their authority over their children, especially in front of outsiders.

Shang Yechu's eyebrows twitched.

No one saw how she did it. Assistant Wang only felt a blur before his eyes, and then two muffled thuds. Shang Yechu had actually picked up the teapot on the table and smashed it on Shang Hongxuan's head!

The lid of the electric kettle fell to the ground and shattered with a crash. The huge glass kettle landed on Shang Hongxuan's head, engulfing the top of his head. Scalding hot tea and tea leaves, like a stream mixed with withered leaves, gushed down his forehead, face, and neck, soaking into his wool sweater.

A tea leaf got stuck in Shang Hongxuan's eyes, and three seconds later, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Water! Water! Ouch!"

Shang Hongxuan kicked the woman: "Cold water!"

The terrified woman finally came to her senses and hurriedly went to the kitchen to get water. Shang Hongxuan shook the water off his face, and the electric kettle fell from his head, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.