The elevator went straight up to Room 520.

Yan Jinghuai wondered, "What an indecent pervert! Even the room number is cheesy."

When Yan Jinghuai came out of the elevator, he found that it was different from what he had imagined.

There were no rotten pink lights, champagne, red wine, flowers, or balloons in the room.

The room was actually an office.

Yan Jinghuai's face turned even more darkened.

He was thinking, "Sure enough, he's a pervert. He wants to do it in the office."

He had investigated the directors of the Wen's Group on the Internet. They were a group of old men in their fifties, and each of them was like a bastard coveting his body.

He took a step back but could not find the door.

He had long lost his chance to retreat.

He unconsciously bit his nails.

He thought, "Damn it, it's not the first time that I've encountered such a thing. At worst, I'll solve it with force."

However, he would try his best to stay away from a fight. He reminded himself not to have the current owner of the bar, Zhou, lower himself and apologize to others anymore.

His bottom line was his abs. He tried to persuade himself that it was not a big deal to have a man feel his body.

Taking a deep breath, he took his first step.

The office was very large, but the layout was very simple. There was only a black desk, a black lamp, and a computer of the same color on the table. The chair behind the desk was also black.

Other than the white walls, there was no third color in this huge space, which made people feel very depressed.

Yan Jinghuai took another step in and found that there was a girl at the table.

The girl had a standard oval face, round eyes, and a soft mouth.

She was tying her hair.

Perhaps she didn't often do this, because she looked a little clumsy. She widened her round eyes when her cheeks puffed up, which made her look pitiful.

However, her nose was firm like a full bow, which neutralized her cuteness and added a touch of aloofness and alienation to her face.

At a glance, Yan Jinghuai recognized her. She was the gentle girl in the lobby.

The office was full of floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun was shining brightly today, and the girl standing in the sun looked so wonderful. It was just like a dream.

The young lady soon discovered him.

She no longer fiddled with her hair and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

Yan Jinghuai hurriedly took off his cap. He casually combed his hair and introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Yan Jinghuai."

Yan Jinghuai did not look quite decent.

His face was narrow and his nose bridge was high. He had a pair of beautiful amorous eyes, but his pupils were closer to the upper part of his eye sockets. He looked a bit promiscuous. His lips were thin, and he looked like a heartless cheater.

Before coming here, he went to the crew to try out for a role. The makeup on his face had not been removed, and his face was more charming than usual.

Wen Qingyin looked at the time and said, "You're late."

She didn't seem to intend to hold him accountable on this matter. She pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk and ordered, "Take a seat."

Yan Jinghuai was shocked by her aura. He immediately sat down and obediently placed his hand on his knees to cover the holes in his torn jeans.

Wen Qingyin reached out to him and said, "Hello, I'm Wen Qingyin. I was the one who asked you here."

He wondered, "She's the one who asked me here?"

Yan Jinghuai looked at her incredulously. "You are Mr. Wen?"

He continued, "The Mr. Wen who wants to keep me as his mistress?"

It was not that he looked down on her, but judging from her appearance, Wen Qingyin looked more like the one who was kept as a mistress.

His charming voice was low and hoarse.

It was full of the charm of a man. Wen Qingyin couldn't help shivering and got goosebumps all over her body.

She wondered what was wrong with her.

She touched the left side of her ear. Was there an electric shock?

From what she did, Yan Jinghuai saw a Bluetooth headset hanging on her left ear.

According to the TV series he had acted in, only the assistants would wear Bluetooth headsets.

He was even more suspicious of her identity.

Wen Qingyin ignored his doubts. She stared at his face. "Have you had plastic surgery?"

Yan Jinghuai was often asked this question. He rubbed his face. "No. This is natural work."

Wen Qingyin nodded with satisfaction.

She looked down at their hands and reminded him, "Mr. Yan?"

Only then did Yan Jinghuai realize that he was still shaking her hand.

Yan Jinghuai's hands were big. His fingers were slender and long, but the joints were not prominent. They were as good-looking as his face.

The only regret was that his nails were so short that it seemed a bit abnormal.

Only then did Wen Qingyin realize that his skin was even delicate and fair, which made her healthy tanned skin not very beautiful.

Yan Jinghuai quickly let go of her. When he was about to say something to make himself appear better, Wen Qingyin spoke.

"I'm not keeping you as my mistress."

Sure enough, he had been mistaken. Yan Jinghuai even felt that it was a pity, and then he heard Wen Qingyin continue.

"I don't want to keep you as my mistress. I want to marry you. It's a win-win cooperation."

"You're Yan Jinghuai, 25 years old, a contracted artist of Dongchen Starlight. Eight years ago, you debuted as the captain of a boy band called 'EAST', which was currently cancled by the company. I'm sorry, I have done a little investigation on you."

Although she said sorry, there was no trace of apology on her face.

Yan Jinghuai felt offended. But he also knew that he was feeling anger from embarrassment.

Wen Qingyin didn't notice his dissatisfaction.

Perhaps she had sensed it, but she didn't care.

She continued.

"Seven months ago, without the company's permission, you took out all your savings and albums. You didn't expect that the other party was a liar and cheated you out of all your assets."

"Because of the contract with Dongchen Starlight, you couldn't call the police. You could only suffer in silence."

Yan Jinghuai thought that this meeting would only torture his body, but he didn't expect that his spirit would also be destroyed.

He frowned and was about to express his dissatisfaction when Wen Qingyin moved closer and asked him.

"Do you want revenge?"

"The clothing store owner who recently signed a contract with you, Wang Defu, is my uncle. The contract is real. I can help you take revenge on the company and get back the money." She was like an old witch who was coaxing a child.

"It seems that you don't know what the name Wen Qingyin represents."

"I'll give you three minutes to search for my information on the Internet. Don't worry, our company has a professional public opinion supervision team. My information is updated in real-time."

Yan Jinghuai really didn't know Wen Qingyin.

He took out his cracked phone and asked blankly, "What's the name again?"

"Wen Qingyin," Wen Qingyin replied and then spelled her name.

There was indeed Wen Qingyin's information on the Internet.

Wen Qingyin was 28 years old. She was the granddaughter of Mr. Wen Bada, the founder of Wen's Group, and also the current CEO and leader of the board of directors of the Wen's Group.

The professional team was very reliable. Yan Jinghuai didn't need to search for the Wen's Group again. The term was directly provided in the introduction to Wen Qingyin.

The result was that Wen's Group took up more than half of the page of the personal introduction of Wen Qingyin.

Yan Jinghuai knew the Wen's Group. Everyone in the city knew about it.

It was said that Wen Bada had built up his business by selling small electric appliances. The Wen's Group was now the boss of the high-end hotels and catering industry in the city.

Yan Jinghuai felt that Wen Qingyin was quite pretentious. She was obviously a rich daughter who relied on the protection of her rich family, but she regarded the achievements of Wen's Group as her own credit.

He continued reading the online information.

Wen Qingyin had been the CEO of the Wen's Group since she was 23. In four years, the group's market value rose by 290%. The group was now worth roughly 50 billion.

Yan Jinghuai couldn't help but marvel at that number. She was a girl, and she was the CEO.

Yan Jinghuai looked at Wen Qingyin's face and then at the number. He almost suspected that he was seeing things.

He had never seen such a large sum of money before.

Regardless of whether Wen Qingyin was pretending or not, his attitude became respectful. "What can I do for you?"

Wen Qingyin said, "For some reason, I need a husband. You are very suitable."

Yan Jinghuai couldn't believe what she was offering.

Yan Jinghuai was used to having bad luck. This kind of good news sounded like a scam.

In the drama where he played the role of a domineering boss, he married the nice female protagonist to get her baby and give it to his first love.

He was secretly glad that he couldn't give birth to a baby. Yan Jinghuai let out a sigh of relief and then became vigilant.

What if Wen Qingyin asked him to marry her just because she wanted his body parts for her first love?

He didn't dare to go against Wen Qingyin, whose company was worth 50 billion, so he reminded Ms. Wen tactfully, "Ms. Wen, I'm merely good-looking, but I'm actually quite weak."

Wen Qingyin looked at his lower abdomen with disgust.

"Don't be stressed. It's just a position to be Wen Qingyin's husband. You'll be no different from a fruit seller or a cleaner."

"As for your body... Don't worry about the baby. I'll get someone to help you nurse your body."

Yan Jinghuai hugged himself helplessly. "What do you want?!"

"You should be more curious about what I can do for you."

"I can give you money, power, and connections. If you want, I can start a company like Dongchen Starlight for you."

Wen Qingyin was as calm as if she was talking about today's weather.

"As long as you want it, you won't need to worry about your expenses for the rest of your life. I will get you anything you want, including expensive food, private jets, and yachts."

"In order to prove that my promise is true and effective, I am willing to put these into the contract."

Wen Qingyin motioned for him to look at the desk. "Or whatever you need me to do, as long as I can do it, I can write it down."

No one would say no to what she was offering.

Yan Jinghuai struggled to maintain his last shred of sanity. "What do I need to do for you?"

"Take my side. Don't betray me."

Wen Qingyin said gloomily, "It may sound very embarrassing, but you just need to remember one thing. I can give you what others offer, and I will give you more."

"As long as you don't betray me, I will get you anything you want."

Although Yan Jinghuai had never been married, he knew that this was what a couple should do.

He asked, "Is that all?"

Wen Qingyin said, "Don't be too confident in yourself."

"It's not easy to achieve this."

That was how Yan Jinghuai's parents got along with each other. Yan Jinghuai didn't know what was difficult about this kind of thing.

He thought, "Whatever. I'll get the stuff I want, so I'm saying yes. Anyway, I won't suffer any losses."

He picked up the pen on the table and asked, "Where should I sign?"

Wen Qingyin was satisfied with his straightforwardness. She pointed to the end of the contract and said casually, "There's one more thing."

"You have to suspend your work."

Yan Jinghuai had already finished signing his name. When he heard this, he was stunned. "You mean..."

Wen Qingyin explained.

"You have to suspend your work in the entertainment industry."

"After the marriage announcement, there must be someone who made an issue of the disreputable past of Wen Qingyin's husband. I don't have time to deal with that now."

"So, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, you will drop out of showbiz."

"Don't worry, I'll give you spare money. It'll definitely satisfy you."

Sure enough, he wasn't getting lucky.

The pen was dark green with rose-gold flowers on it. It was very heavy. He was struggling to hold it, so he simply put it down.

Yan Jinghuai said, "Sorry, I can't agree..."