Tianheng Entertainment.
Jiang Zhi got out of the ride-hailing car and headed straight for her office. The second she stepped into the lobby, heads turned—stares of awe, whispers trailing her every step.
The staff group chat was blowing up:
Employee 1: [Pic]
Employee 1: Holy shit!! Look at her figure and face—did the company sign a new artist? Any insiders know?
Employee 2: Wow!! With that level of beauty, she'd blow up even as a pretty face!
Employee 3: She's gorgeous, but the back view feels familiar… Like I've seen her somewhere.
Employee 4: Now that you say it, she does look familiar.
Employee 1: All beautiful women have similar silhouettes—totally normal to mix them up!
Employee 3: [Pic] Does this look like her?
Employee 1: No way!! Jiang Zhi's ugly as hell—how dare you compare her to this goddess? You nuts?!
Employee 4: Honestly, the back view's a bit similar, but their faces are worlds apart. [Facepalm.jpg]
Employee 5: @Employee 3 Can you delete Jiang Zhi's photo? It's ruining my breakfast!! [Vomit.jpg]
Employee 3: [Pic] But look closely—their features kinda match, right?
Employee 1: Just say you think the goddess is Jiang Zhi and get it over with.
Employee 3: [Pic] I think they look alike… [Sad.jpg]
Employee 1: Stop spamming Jiang Zhi's ugly photos. If this goddess is Jiang Zhi, I'll eat shit standing on my head.
Employee 6: @Employee 3 If this goddess finds out you compared her to Jiang Zhi, she'll flip. LMAO
Employee 3: I saw the goddess go into Jiang Zhi's office—maybe they're connected?
Employee 1: Just say you want me to eat shit already.
Jiang Zhi was too focused on grabbing the contract to notice the chaos in the chat.
The day she'd agreed to be Jiang Qinian's agent—the day they'd become an official couple—he'd made her a demand: "Besides at home, you go out looking ugly."
To avoid risks as his agent—meeting clients, handling deals—she'd spent over three years hiding behind a disguise: thick bangs, tanned skin, freckles, baggy "auntie" clothes. Her "ugly" persona at Tianheng was practically a brand.
She pushed open her office door—and there he was, back to her, sprawled in her chair, wearing a crisp white shirt.
Her hand froze on the doorknob. That back view—she'd stared at it for five years. She'd know it anywhere.
He must've heard the door, because he turned, eyes soft, voice warm. "Zhi Zhi, did you miss me these seven days?"
Jiang Zhi didn't hesitate. "No."
Jiang Qinian's brows furrowed at her appearance—then smoothed over, his gentle mask back in place.
He stood, long legs carrying him toward her, head bowed as if pouring his soul into her. "But I missed you. Every second, every minute—like I'd gone mad. Couldn't sleep, couldn't eat."
He reached for her hand. "Zhi Zhi, come back to me. Please?"
Jiang Zhi dodged his touch, stepping back. "Jiang Qinian, we're done."
His outstretched hand clenched into a fist, then relaxed.
He softened his tone. "Zhi Zhi, I broke things off with Wen Nian. I messed up, got caught up in the moment… Forgive me, just this once?"
Jiang Zhi's heart stayed ice-cold as she met his gaze. "There's no going back. Let's part amicably—you be your top-tier actor, I'll do my job as your agent. We'll go our own ways."
With every word, Jiang Qinian's usually warm eyes grew icier, until they were frosty enough to freeze her in place.
She barely noticed—too eager to grab the contract for Qing Jie.
She walked past him to her desk, rummaging through a drawer.
"Looking for this?"
The contract appeared in front of her, his voice low and dangerous.
Before she could speak, he pressed on. "So this is your idea of 'parting amicably'? You never planned to keep being my agent, did you?"
"To leave me, you'd even agree to Qing Jie's ruthless terms!!"
Jiang Zhi's head shot up. She bit her lip, silent—no denial.
On the way to the company, she'd called Qing Jie. The deal was simple: sign a new artist, boost them to B-tier within a year, and Qing Jie would cover her massive debt.
For a rookie, reaching C-tier in a year was a feat—B-tier? Near impossible. And Qing Jie, ever shrewd, added a catch: re-sign with Tianheng for twenty years. A lifetime, practically, squeezing every drop of her youth dry.
Jiang Zhi had agreed. Tianheng was a top-tier agency—resources unmatched, competition cutthroat, a place that chewed people up.
She wasn't worried about her skills—just the snakes lurking in the shadows.
After a long silence, she asked, "How did you find out?"
Qing Jie was tight-lipped, driven by profit.
Jiang Qinian's eyes reddened, fixed on her. "Guess even fate doesn't want us apart."
For over three years, she'd been by his side, nearly every day. Those seven days without her? Torture. Every cell ached for her.
Like a fish gasping out of water.
He'd waited seven days, knowing she'd return to the company. He'd camped out, hoping… and then he'd overheard her call with Qing Jie.
Wasn't fate on his side?
Their tangled past—destined to never untangle.
Even if she wanted to leave, he'd find a way to pull her back.
Jiang Zhi refused to let this drag on. "No. We'll never be possible again."
Her fox-like eyes blazed with resolve. "I'm already married."