The Rebirth of a Top Star

Shen Nanqiao looked at the person who rushed out with some surprise.

Hearing the deliberately high-pitched, cutesy voice, Shen Nanqiao knew without guessing that her little lover had been brought out.

I feel a bit disgusted.

Even Shen Nanqiao's gaze towards Song Shiyuan carried a hint of something, after all, birds of a feather flock together.

Shen Nanqiao doesn't understand why she's standing here with Song Shiyuan, feeling miserable.

Her gaze still unconsciously drifted towards the somewhat overweight man's arms.

The man's strong arms were half-embracing the woman in his arms.

When Shen Nanqiao saw her heavily made-up face, he was completely stunned.

To Shen Nanqiao's surprise, the girl who was dressed as a petite woman was actually an acquaintance.

Shen Nanqiao thought that Wu Miaomiao would disappear for a while after she tripped her up last time, and Shen Nanqiao assumed that she should still be struggling among the extras in Hengdian.

After all, that's how she used to play the victim and express her sympathy.

So seeing her here now, Shen Nanqiao was extremely shocked.

This shock even overshadowed the strangeness about the temple, and the helplessness and discomfort of standing next to Song Shiyuan.

Her shock was well concealed in her eyes, and no one noticed except for Wu Miaomiao, who was looking at her.

Wu Miaomiao was somewhat surprised to see Shen Nanqiao. In fact, her visit today was not arranged by Zhang Zhiqiang.

Some time ago, Zhang Zhiqiang's wife noticed something was amiss, and Zhang Zhiqiang cut off all contact with her. Without anyone backing her up, Wu Miaomiao's small role, which she had just landed, was easily snatched away by someone else.

She was very unhappy, which is why she found an opportunity to meet Zhang Zhiqiang.

However, Wu Miaomiao was actually unwilling to meet Shen Nanqiao in this situation.

On the one hand, she felt somewhat ashamed, but on the other hand, she felt a sense of satisfaction.

Wu Miaomiao sized up Shen Nanqiao with her eyes, then gave Song Shiyuan beside her a sarcastic and subtle glance.

She scoffed softly, "Not so great, huh? Aside from maybe being a little better looking and having a better physique than Mr. Zhang, whom I'm holding hands with, I still have to stand there and watch them leave."

Wu Miaomiao knew the unspoken rules of the workplace: the most capable people in a group are always the first to leave, while the lower-level members are the ones who stay until the end.

“Mr. Zhang, let’s go,” Wu Miaomiao raised her hand to shield her eyes, “It’s too sunny here.”

Shen Nanqiao pursed her lips. She had recovered from the shock and figured it out. Perhaps this was just everyone's own way of doing things.

But she also felt a hidden sadness. When she first returned here, Wu Miaomiao was definitely the first enemy she had identified, so she ignored her when they first met.

Seeing her act this way now, Shen Nanqiao felt sad for her downfall, but also suddenly felt it wasn't worth it.

It seems somewhat unworthy for someone like this to become my enemy.

What Shen Nanqiao didn't know was that she felt the same way Wu Miaomiao was looking at her now, and Wu Miaomiao was even inwardly criticizing Shen Nanqiao for lacking work ethic.

At least she was wearing high heels and a sweet short skirt, so she looked beautiful from any angle.

Shen Nanqiao looked shabby and was holding a mask in her hand.

They really think that by acting in a small-budget production, they can become famous and recognized.

Wu Miaomiao didn't greet Shen Nanqiao at all. She didn't intend to get to know her. She was determined to climb much higher than Shen Nanqiao in the future and make her grovel at her feet to get to know her personally.

Thinking of all this, Wu Miaomiao gripped Zhang Zhiqiang's arm even tighter.

Zhang Zhiqiang got into the car first, followed closely by Wu Miaomiao. The moment the car door closed, Wu Miaomiao looked at Shen Nanqiao with an expression of uncontrollable smugness.

Although Shen Nanqiao's eyes were indifferent.

As the last person left, Shen Nanqiao, who had been standing ramrod straight, relaxed a little. She recalled the teasing from those people earlier and said to Song Shiyuan in a humorous tone, "If your girlfriend who's studying abroad finds out about me, you'd better keep it a secret, my sugar daddy."

All the information was gleaned from their few words. Shen Nanqiao knew she was smart, so she spoke with certainty.

Song Shiyuan did not answer Shen Nanqiao's question directly. Instead, she explained why she was there in one sentence.

"There's a really good private kitchen restaurant further down this way, they like it."

Shen Nanqiao had been standing in the sun for a while and felt herself sweating, so she reached out and unzipped her long-sleeved sun protection clothes.

Seeing this, Song Shiyuan turned around and subtly used his body to move Shen Nanqiao a little further into the sidewalk, where some branches cast shade.

"Then why did you, a big boss, personally see them off?" Shen Nanqiao was actually able to read Wu Miaomiao's last glance; she had the same question.

Shen Nanqiao decided to get to the bottom of things and decided that she would stay away from Song Shi from now on, or at least keep a proper distance.

Shen Nanqiao made up her mind that, at least tonight, she would stop her daily bedtime harassment of her sugar daddy with a polite goodnight greeting.

“Although I am the big boss.” After saying this, Song Shiyuan couldn’t help but laugh. This was the first time Shen Nanqiao had seen Song Shiyuan laugh heartily, not with a distant or polite smile.

Song Shiyuan was genuinely laughing heartily; he couldn't stop laughing. Shen Nanqiao wondered what she had said that had tickled his funny bone.

Song Shiyuan's unique, magnetic male voice resonated in Shen Nanqiao's ears.

The laughter continued for quite a while before Song Shiyuan finally stopped laughing and ceased his strange behavior.

"I don't understand what you're laughing at?" Shen Nanqiao asked, her face tense. His laughter really came out of nowhere.

"No, no." Song Shiyuan raised his hand and waved it, revealing the expensive watch on his wrist as it swayed along his shirt.

The sunlight shimmered and was dazzling.

"I just find it interesting that you said I'm such a big boss."

The gloom from the previous scheming and backstabbing at the dinner table with those old men who were more cunning than they were old has vanished.

Song Shiyuan didn't know why he was standing so relaxed next to this minor celebrity.

Without stopping, Song Shiyuan led Shen Nanqiao to his parking spot without her noticing.

"Even big bosses need to keep their jobs and grow their businesses. No one is born with absolute power."

When Song Shiyuan said this, Shen Nanqiao noticed that he was quite serious.

Shen Nanqiao was unaware that the only thing she remembered about Song Shiyuan was his absolute power and influence after she became famous many years ago.

Where did I come across him during the period when he was walking on thin ice trying to gain real power within the group?

I don't know what to say next.

Shen Nanqiao shut up and remained silent, only then realizing that she had followed Song Shiyuan's steps for a long time, wanting to go to the subway station, even though it was the wrong road behind her.

Shen Nanqiao didn't care what Song Shiyuan was going to say. Anyway, she knew what she should do in the future, so she said her last words to Song Shiyuan today, "I will help you."

Shen Nanqiao's eyes were sincere, and she was expressing herself seriously. However, she said the next sentence with a smile, "Of course, my nominal sugar daddy, you also have to help me go international."

Song Shiyuan stared intently at the woman smiling brightly before him, feeling a sense of daze. Her smile was truly beautiful.

Shen Nanqiao waved to Song Shiyuan and explained that she was going to walk back to take the subway. Song Shiyuan came to his senses and quickly took two steps forward to grab Shen Nanqiao's wrist. "Just take my car back. I'm going back to the city too."

After thinking for two seconds, Shen Nanqiao didn't refuse. She said to herself, "Anyway, he's a sugar daddy in name only. Even if he doesn't buy me designer bags, he shouldn't have any problem with a car ride, right?"

Shen Nanqiao opened the back door and was about to step forward when Song Shiyuan looked over and stopped her.

At this moment, Song Shiyuan was quite the CEO with his aura and demeanor, and Shen Nanqiao immediately cowered and obediently opened the passenger door, remembering the rhetoric online about CEOs not wanting others to sit in the back and treat them as chauffeurs.

Shen Nanqiao politely apologized to Song Shiyuan, "Sorry, it's a habit."

Song Shiyuan did not explain.

He only glanced at Shen Nanqiao while fastening his seatbelt.

Throughout the entire journey, the two did not exchange a single word. Shen Nanqiao simply kept her head down, playing with her phone, and did not want to speak.

Upon seeing the familiar subway station entrance, Shen Nanqiao quickly reminded Song Shiyuan to stop the car, "Okay, okay, I can get off here."

Shen Nanqiao didn't give Song Shiyuan a chance to refuse. After he reflexively pulled over and parked the car, he quickly got out and said goodbye to the CEO.

Shen Nanqiao wasn't going to give Song Shiyuan the chance to know where she lived or to complain about it.

Over time, I've developed a fondness for my little, run-down house.