After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Public relations department of one of the largest entertainment agencies in Shenzhen.

"What?! A fan actually offered eight figures just to see Prince Chu?" The PR manager couldn't stop smiling when he heard the news.

"Yes, they said they'd like to meet at 7 p.m. tonight, and the meeting won't take more than half an hour."

"Come on, it's an eight-figure meeting, you have to meet, and it can't be more than half an hour."

"Okay, then I'll agree to that fan's request."

The PR manager smiled and told Chu Yao, who was playing a game, about what had happened that evening.

"You little rascal, I don't know what kind of luck you had, but some brainless fan actually offered eight figures just to meet you alone. And for no more than half an hour. I've agreed on your behalf."

Chu Yao was playing a game and said without looking up, "It's a good thing that fans are willing to spend money. But don't call them idiots, or we'll be in big trouble if they hear us."

The PR manager scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of? These days, those little fans will eat shit as long as it's cooked well."

Chu Yao paused in his game, abruptly stood up, his face dark, and walked straight out.

Seeing that Chu Yao's expression was not good, the public relations manager quickly explained, "Don't be angry, I wasn't talking about you."

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Following the trending topic of Shen Yao being splashed with liquid, a post titled "Fans spend eight figures just to see Chu Yao once" also trended, overshadowing the video of Shen Yao being splashed with tomato liquid.

The comments section was filled with mixed opinions, but the majority of them were critical.

"Fans these days are really generous!"

"I don't know if they care about their parents that much."

"Sure enough, celebrities earning eight figures a day is no exaggeration. My teeth are ache from the thought of earning only 3000 a month."

"..."

At 6 p.m., Chen Jie opened the car door for Gu Tianyou with practiced ease.

"Mr. Gu, shall we go straight to the old house?"

“No, go to this place.” Gu Tianyou typed a message on his phone.

Upon seeing this line, Chen Jie gasped, "Mr. Gu, did you make an appointment with the young mistress?"

This place is so romantic, it's perfect for a date.

Gu Tianyou rolled his eyes at him. "Shut up and drive."

The meeting place was kept very secret.

Chu Yao walked listlessly into the agreed-upon private room.

As soon as I entered the private room, I smelled a faint floral fragrance, which was very soothing.

The first thing you see is a huge glass window.

As the sun sets, its rays cast a spectacular and beautiful glow on the enormous glass windows.

Chu Yao was stunned by this scene. He slowed down and observed the clouds floating outside the window.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him.

"Did you instruct your fans to harass Shen Yao?"

A cold voice sounded from behind.

By the time Chu Yao realized someone was behind him, it was too late.

He turned around, trying to see the other person clearly, but he was already punched hard in the face.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Chu Yao subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.

A sticky, crimson liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth and fell to the ground.

Chu Yao frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

"Hmph, I thought it was some cute little fan. Oh, it's President Gu. You spent eight figures just to spar with me, didn't you?"

With his cheeks bulging, Chu Yao slowly straightened up.

He was dressed formally today, in a white suit and a black tie.

Taking off his white coat and tossing it onto the sofa, Chu Yao unbuttoned his shirt and beckoned to Gu Tianyou, "Mr. Gu, come here."