So what if she's a fake heiress? She's being pampered by a powerful figure in Beijing'

A scream rang out, the sound coming from a young Venus executive behind him.

The higher-ups panicked:

"Wang Lili, what exactly are you trying to do!"

Wang Lili was now acting like a madwoman, still holding a small half-bucket of sulfuric acid in her hand, and laughing hysterically.

"What do I want to do? I'd like to ask you what you want to do!"

"My uncle is President Wang! He could always get in through connections before, why can't he this year?!"

"Why are you targeting me specifically and preventing me from entering Venus?"

"And not only will they not let me into Venus, but why are they also blacklisting me in the entertainment industry!"

"If you ask me, you all deserve to die!"

The assistant director, a young man, turned around and saw that Wang Lili still had half a bucket in her hand. He immediately threw off his down jacket, which was stained with sulfuric acid, and kicked the door shut again!

The next second, he pressed himself firmly against the door, looking at Xie Junfei behind him:

"Call the police!"

Xie Junfei immediately did as instructed.

Fifteen minutes later, the police arrived.

Wang Lili was taken to the police station, and the dangerous items in her possession were confiscated.

Everyone present gave a statement.

At the police station, Xie Junfei glanced at the ID card the director's assistant had pulled out, and the name on it surprised her:

"Wenren Song".

Xie Junfei immediately thought of Wenren Yue, the famous director who was his teacher, and sighed even more that the rumors circulating in the public were unreliable.

They even said this assistant was the big director's kept man, but they're clearly brothers!

After giving their statements, they were told they could go home.

Huo Lan was waiting at the police station entrance. Seeing Xie Junfei emerge, she quickly walked over, first scrutinizing her closely from head to toe. Only after confirming she was alright did she breathe a sigh of relief, then pulled her into a tight embrace, tears welling in her eyes.

"Little Junfei, it's all my fault. I'll never let you do such dangerous things again!"

"I'll go back right now and apologize to Huo Shen with a bundle of thorns on my back, sob sob sob, it's all my fault, sob sob sob."

Holland is, after all, a public figure. Even wearing large sunglasses can't hide her striking and beautiful bone structure, coupled with her ridiculously high level of popularity in the entertainment industry.

Within just a few minutes, passersby had been glancing in this direction.

Xie Junfei was both amused and exasperated.

"Sister, I'm perfectly fine, why are you so eager to owe Huo Shen a favor?"

"The sulfuric acid that Wang Lili got was not highly concentrated, and Wenren Ge was blocking my way, so I didn't touch it at all."

After Xie Junfei reminded him, Holland remembered and immediately turned to look at the luxury car next to him.

Wenren Yue, already a famous director, looked at his younger brother over and over with a serious expression.

But his younger brother, Wenren Ge, looked helpless.

"I've already told you I'm fine, I'm fine, why are you still looking at me!"

"I'm a grown man, not a little girl, I'm thick-skinned!"

Upon seeing Huo Lan arrive with Xie Junfei, he immediately shoved his brother aside and hurriedly pulled his clothes up.

Holland first thanked Wenren Ge, then turned to look at Wenren Yue:

"Thank you for your brother's help today, Director Wen."

Wenren Yue shook his head:

"You're welcome. This is what I should do."

“As a member of the Wen family, Wenren Ge should be punished if he sees someone in danger and does not lend a helping hand.”

After hearing this, Holland was immediately filled with admiration.

However, both men were businessmen at heart. Holland insisted on thanking them, and Wenren Yue was equally straightforward, immediately stating that his new film needed a producer who was both well-paid and easy to work with.

As the two chatted, they walked straight and then turned left to go to the coffee shop next door.

Wenren Ge and Xie Junfei looked at each other, seeing that their "guardians" didn't have time to manage them, so they could only obediently follow.

In the coffee shop, Wenren Ge looked at Xie Junfei, who moved gracefully, and said in a teasing tone:

"This is the coal boss you were talking about?"

Xie Junfei smiled:

“I do own several mines, so how can I not be considered a coal mine owner?”

Wenren Ge comes from an artistic family; her grandfather worked at the Shanghai Film Studio and was among the first people in China to work in animation.

As the descendant of a family that has been known for its integrity for three generations, he simply couldn't understand Xie Junfei and his rich, arrogant relatives.

Xie Junfei, being the kind of person he was, naturally saw through Wenren Ge's thoughts. He lightly kicked him under the table and joked:

"Can you stop giving me that speechless look? I'm sitting right across from you!"

"I'm a capitalist, not a tycoon. Is that so hard to accept?"

After she finished speaking, she was about to say something more when she was drawn to the back of Wenren Ge.

She was a girl who was at a loss.

The stern-looking supervisor was hushed and cursing at her:

"You're supposed to be a college student? How can you be so clumsy? You can break a cup in the blink of an eye!"

"What a hypocrite! So what if he graduated from the Beijing Film Academy? He can't even handle this simple task!"

"Someone like you thinks he can act in a movie set in Venus? Keep dreaming!"

The supervisor was yelling at people, and the female shop assistant being criticized could only lower her head in silence, not uttering a word.

Xie Junfei frowned slightly.

She clearly saw that the supervisor deliberately placed the customer's empty coffee saucer on the corner of the table.

The coffee shop staff wear slightly curved midi skirts, which can easily snag plates if you're not careful.

It seems the foreman was deliberately trying to cause trouble.

Her voice was harsh:

"These plates are all Italian products; a small set costs over two thousand!"

"You broke it yourself, so you have to pay for it!"

Xie Junfei glanced sideways at the girl's old, dusty low-heeled leather shoes and her tired, beautiful face, and understood immediately.

The next second, ignoring Wenren Ge's calls, she got up and walked to the girl's side, gently placing her hand on her shoulder, her voice firm yet gentle:

"Excuse me, I'll pay for what that lady broke."