Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

After gaining each other's trust, the two opened up to each other completely and talked until late at night. They had endless common topics to discuss and felt a sense of "why didn't we meet sooner?"

Zhao Xiaoxiao showed the interns all sorts of handmade support items and portraits she had drawn herself. The interns also opened the cabinet door and shared their "treasure chest":

"This is the welcome package, it has the research center's logo printed on it, I haven't been willing to use it; this photo is from when I first met Miss, a picture of the two of us together, you might not be able to see it very clearly, this is a screenshot from the surveillance screen, I'm here..."

"...A group photo? I was so nervous, I couldn't think of anything at all. You have no idea, the young lady looks a million times more beautiful in person than in the pictures!"

The two of them didn't hang up until the early hours of the morning, reluctant to part.

After cleaning up the mess and washing up, Zhao Xiaoxiao lay in bed, still replaying everything that had just happened: Had she just had a dream?

Upon seeing the chat history on her personal terminal, she began to writhe, convulse, and go into a frenzy on the bed, making strange "gigigigi" noises. Even a ghost would be scared away in that state.

To avoid missing important business the next day, she drafted a message and sent it to her boss in a high-pitched voice: "Boss, cough cough! Cough cough cough cough! Boss... I think I have a fever. I woke up feeling really unwell in the middle of the night. I need to take a sick day tomorrow, cough cough cough..."

A humble working person will never cut off their escape route before finding another job!

Although she had only slept for less than five hours, Zhao Xiaoxiao was still full of energy when she woke up the next day.

She put on some makeup and, for the first time in a long while, browsed through her wardrobe. Afraid of running out of time, she skipped breakfast, grabbing a strawberry-flavored nutritional supplement from the convenience store downstairs.

She was familiar with the way to Westford Villas. She could take a blimp to the west gate of Huating Capital, or take the subway to Manjin Road Station No. 17 and exit from Exit 5 to see the villas standing on the hillside in the distance.

Many fans make a special trip to this place to take photos. You don't need to cross the street; just stand at the subway exit, and you can frame the people, the two rows of tall trees on the opposite avenue, and the villas behind them. It's a great spot for taking pictures no matter what season you come here.

But that's about it.

Further ahead lies the private land of the Siforth family.

Fearing that new fans might not know, Zhao Xiaoxiao included it in the fan group and the site's announcements, along with real photos and detailed annotations:

"Across the street, from the moment you step onto Ginkgo Avenue, it's the Westfus family's private territory! Everyone can just take pictures from the outside! Don't disturb them! First, the villa looks close, but it's actually five or six kilometers away! Second, there are guards patrolling and on duty; if you're spotted, you'll be taken away for questioning! They'll also check all your electronic devices! And also! Don't even think about going around to the back of the villa! What's the difference between a general's residence and a military stronghold? Do you think there's no one behind there?! If you're confident you can carry a cannon, evade guards and patrols, climb over fences, and traverse mountains to get to the back of the villa, then go ahead and try!"

These are lessons learned from countless obsessive fans. After reading them, even those who still harbored a sliver of hope will likely abandon their ideas.

Zhao Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, exhaled, and then walked firmly across the street.

Below the platform exit, fans were taking photos, mostly tourists. They were dressed in their prettiest clothes, meticulously groomed, all to capture this precious moment in their most beautiful state, so that when they looked at the photos later, they could happily think: Ah... at that time, I was so close to the person I liked, and I even saw the scenery she had seen...

There are few vehicles on this road, so there are no traffic lights, only a pedestrian safety island.

Just as Zhao Xiaoxiao reached the vicinity of the isolation barrier, several voices suddenly called out to her from behind.

"Hey! Beautiful!"

"Hey!"

"Hey, you in the white shirt! Wait a minute!"

……

Zhao Xiaoxiao stopped and turned around. The passersby who were taking pictures all started to explain things to her with serious expressions.

"That's someone else's private property across the street, you can't go in!"

"That's General Seifert's territory; it's not open to the public."

"Really, look, there's no one over there. If you want to take pictures, just come over here. Actually, distant views are better for photos."

"Yes, yes! Do you need us to take the picture for you?"

Zhao Xiaoxiao wore a half-smile, mainly because she was touched; she should be happy, but she also felt like crying. Everyone was genuinely following and upholding the rules, not causing Wei'er any trouble.

No one knew that she was the same person who called out "Big Brother, hungry, hungry, food" online, nor did they know that she was the prolific marketing account that they paid special attention to, nor did they know that she was the number one fan of the Westfus family, which had created multiple websites and was famous in the industry... They just noticed that her expression was "strange" and that she was carrying a strange black bag, so they became even more wary.

“I know that’s the Westfurs’ house. I’m not here to take pictures; I’m here for an interview,” Zhao Xiaoxiao explained.

"interview--?!"

The crowd was immediately taken aback, their eyes instantly shifting from wariness to surprise, admiration, and envy.

"Really, sis?! What are you interviewing for?"

"Well... I don't know if I can say, and I don't know if it will be successful. Just keep an eye on the official account for updates. But it's possible that by then, that person won't be me anymore," Zhao Xiaoxiao said cheerfully.

Without giving anyone a chance to ask further questions, Zhao Xiaoxiao turned around and continued walking across the street, then got into a black car and disappeared into the depths of Ginkgo Avenue.

Someone gasped, clapped their hands, and exclaimed in sudden realization, "No wonder there was a car parked there! It was there to pick someone up!!!"

"Oh my god! That's right! How come I didn't think of that before?!"

"So that car belongs to Bao'er's family?! Ahhhhhh!"

"Did anyone take a picture?!"

For a moment, everyone was looking down at the photos they had just taken.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in the car, was not idle either. She was having her first "meetup" with a man in her life.

"Um... you're 'Arrogant Cabbage,' right? Or do you prefer the codename 'Bowing Down to Wei'?"

The driver silently sucked on the soft flesh inside his lower lip.

The intern's ears turned bright red, and she panicked instantly. She looked at herself and then at the driver, her hands flailing about in the air.

Finally, he slapped his face, rubbed it hard, and looked up again, looking like he was "alive but slightly dead": "Sister... let me formally introduce myself. My name is Liu Ming, and 'Ming' means 'unforgettable'."

"My name is Zhao Xiaoxiao, nice to meet you... We chatted so much yesterday but I didn't even get your name, hahaha! I didn't expect someone with such an ordinary name and appearance to be so outgoing online, hahaha!"

Liu Ming's fever had finally subsided, but now it had spiked again. He clasped his hands together, his face contorted in a pained expression, and pleaded softly, "Sister, please, please stop..."

Zhao Xiaoxiao nodded knowingly: "Okay, okay, I know. Stop, stop, let's get down to business."

"Who will interview me later? Will Bao'er come? What kind of questions will they ask? I don't know anything about this and I feel really uncertain."

"The boss is at the research center right now. He should be involved in your interview too. As for what he'll ask, I don't know. We don't know much about the public relations industry," Liu Ming said honestly.

"How could that be? Isn't Bao'er's aunt a big star in the entertainment industry? Just ask her to recommend a reliable one, right?" Zhao Xiaoxiao asked, puzzled.

"That's right! How come I didn't think of that!?"

The two looked at each other, and the car was silent for four seconds before they each made small, guilty movements.

"Well, we're not necessarily worse than her. You're not exactly 'little,' you've at least been in the entertainment industry."

At this point, Liu Ming suddenly paused: "Doesn't that sound right, like the entertainment industry?"

"The political circle..."

"military……"

"medicine……"

"...So many years, right? Haha..."

Help!!! What is he saying?! What is he laughing at?! Ah—!

Fortunately, Zhao Xiaoxiao understood what he meant and said in response, "That's right! And the fact that we met means it's fate. I specifically asked my boss for a day off to come here today. If my boss finds out, I'll lose my job."

So you understand what I mean, right?! Young man! It's too late to regret it now!

"What does your company do now?" Liu Ming asked curiously.

"I specialize in outsourcing work, and I'm mainly responsible for graphic design."

"Oh—is it the kind of project that goes through 12 revisions and involves dealing with difficult clients every day?"

"……Roughly the same."

Liu Ming looked at her with admiration: "Sister, you're amazing. You still have time to update the website and manage the fan group even when you're so busy."

"Uh... actually, I'm not busy. Take a simple food packaging as an example, I might spend one or two hours finishing it, and then submit it one or two days later. The same goes for subsequent revisions."

"Is that so... No wonder..."