The Rebirth of a Top Star

Ignoring what had happened behind her, Shen Nanqiao returned to the small, dilapidated house, packed her tool bag that she had already prepared, and headed straight for her destination.

Waiting for a message that clearly tells you everything is so rare.

Shen Nanqiao stood in the fire escape and let out a long breath.

Even with all the battles she had fought in her previous life, this was the first time she had ever done something so outrageous. She felt somewhat flustered.

If she fails or gets kicked out, Shen Nanqiao has no idea what kind of dark future awaits her.

Through the heavy fire door, Shen Nanqiao could hear footsteps and soft whispers inside, but the distance was too far to hear clearly.

Having originally planned to buy someone else's admission ticket but being refused, Shen Nanqiao had no choice but to resort to this tactic.

Without further ado, seeing that the banquet had already begun, Shen Nanqiao quietly opened the door. It was a bit difficult for her to keep it closed by herself. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she closed it without leaving a trace and walked lightly towards the banquet hall.

It's a place favored by celebrities, and thankfully Shen Nanqiao is familiar with it well enough.

Heading straight to the banquet center, with the battle robes she had changed into in the restroom a step earlier, coupled with her overall demeanor, she showed no stage fright even though no one recognized her.

Shen Nanqiao confidently took her wine glass and walked towards the center of the crowd.

From a distance, Song Shiyuan could be seen in the center of the crowd.

In her previous life, Shen Nanqiao never saw Song Shiyuan's face. Occasionally, rumors would surface about him in the industry, but within two days, either he would rise to prominence or disappear completely.

Shen Nanqiao wanted to be the former from the bottom of her heart.

She picked up a wine glass from the side and, in a dimly lit corner where the light didn't reach, Shen Nanqiao downed it in one gulp, letting out a satisfied burp.

Her breath still carried the smell of alcohol from earlier. Through the gaps in the crowd, Shen Nanqiao quickened her pace, took two steps to Song Shiyuan's side, and then stumbled, a cliché and vulgar move.

Her fingers gripped the hem of Song Shiyuan's fine suit tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

Shen Nanqiao closed her eyes slightly and glanced at Song Shiyuan's fingers as he politely lifted her forearm; they were slender and beautiful.

It makes one a little jealous; she's even more beautiful than my own daughter.

It was time to put her acting skills to use. Shen Nanqiao raised her eyes slightly and casually glanced around. She happened to notice that everyone around her was observing her, and even the bodyguards in the corner were already itching to step forward.

She glanced at Song Shiyuan, smiled, and seemed relieved. Then she leaned against Song Shiyuan, pretending to be drunk, and slept comfortably.

Song Shiyuan's expression remained unchanged throughout, only stopping when Shen Nanqiao actually "fell asleep."

He nodded to his friends and waved for two people to come up, saying, "Take this lady upstairs to her room to rest."

In order to keep Shen Nanqiao from falling, Song Shiyuan's support for her forearm has evolved into a half-wrap around her waist.

The standard smile remained on Song Shiyuan's face.

The two lobby staff members were stumped. "Sir, which room should we be referring to?"

He opened his mouth and asked a stupid question.

Song Shiyuan's brows were already showing impatience, but he still replied patiently, "You should all be aware of the news about every distinguished guest. Isn't that part of your job?"

Song Shiyuan's cold tone frightened the two staff members, but they dared not argue back.

Indeed, this beautiful lady has no news of her.

Even though Shen Nanqiao was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, she could still feel the impatience of the person hugging her.

Make a little noise at the right time to urge them on.

There was nothing I could do; there were just too many eyes watching me, and I didn't even know if there were any entertainment reporters who had infiltrated the banquet.

Song Shiyuan could only glance down at the person in his arms and instruct, "Send him to my room first, and have someone bring him some hangover medicine."

Only after handing the person over did Song Shiyuan's agitated mood ease somewhat.

Attending this banquet was already annoying enough, and now I'm encountering the same old problems.

This had already made Song Shiyuan want to run away.

Having successfully entered Song Shiyuan's suite, Shen Nanqiao knew that the first step had been a great success.

I just didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

The sound of the door closing rang out, and Shen Nanqiao suddenly opened her eyes. She didn't move at first, but looked around.

The bed was clean, and the two people who brought him there didn't dare to touch it; they simply left him on the guest bed.

If I'm not mistaken, it's a rooftop suite.

It's not Song Shiyuan's bedroom because it's completely devoid of any personal belongings; it's far too clean.

Shen Nanqiao relaxed for a minute before standing up.

It was as relaxing as strolling through a back garden; in a short while, I thoroughly explored Song Shiyuan's presidential suite.

Simple yet beautiful, it perfectly matches his personal style.

Before Shen Nanqiao could explore the room completely, the sound of the combination lock being pressed could be heard outside the door.

Without thinking, Shen Nanqiao quickly returned to the soft bed, pretending to be impatient.

She weakly and bonelessly propped herself up to sit up, and saw the young woman who had entered the room carrying a water glass.

Shen Nanqiao recalled Song Shiyuan's instructions from just a few minutes ago.

The moment the young girl walked in, he started to act crazy at just the right moment.

"Song Shiyuan, you ungrateful bastard, you've been doing all this behind my back and you won't even answer my calls." I started by cursing.

Shen Nanqiao quietly observed the expression of the person who came in. She froze at first, and then her hand on the doorknob was at a loss.

She paused for two seconds before stepping inside again. "Hello, Miss Shen," a sweet, coquettish voice came from behind Shen Nanqiao.

Only when she got close did Shen Nanqiao silently apologize in his heart, "I'm sorry, little girl, I hope I didn't scare you."

Before the girl could even speak, Shen Nanqiao swept the water glass that was handed to her and smashed it on the floor.

The large puddle of water floated outwards.

Shen Nanqiao squinted, subtly observing her surroundings.

Some of the decorations are just too expensive.

Given her current middle-class lifestyle, Shen Nanqiao still couldn't afford to throw things, so she could only use the pillow and blanket she was sitting on as substitutes.

Shen Nanqiao threw the pillow to the ground, continuing to curse Song Shiyuan as she did so. It made one's mind immediately conjure up a scene of the ungrateful scumbag.

Indeed, the initial silent apology was effective.

The girl stood still, too afraid to move.

Terrified by the sight before her, Shen Nanqiao continued to yell, "Get out of here! I want to see Song Shiyuan and have him come and explain to me personally!"

Muttering to herself, she staggered towards the stationary person in her high heels.

This is the button that activated her.

He hurriedly ran outside, probably to find Song Shiyuan.

Shen Nanqiao watched the panicked figure with satisfaction, then picked up the pillow at her feet. She had aimed carefully when she threw it, making sure it was far away from the water glass she had knocked over.

I arranged the items on the bed, closed the door, and tidied my disheveled hair a few times.

Shen Nanqiao sat down on the sofa in the room.

I took out my phone and glanced at the time.

There was still time. Until the steady footsteps began.

On the way here, Song Shiyuan kept thinking about where he had gotten involved with such a woman.

She is a person of integrity and would never intentionally become a scumbag to deceive someone's feelings.

Unless it was someone else who used their identity to deceive the young girl. A second before opening the door, Song Shiyuan glanced at his assistant behind him, and out of consideration for the girl's feelings, he whispered, "Don't go in. I'll call you if anything happens."

A gentle voice traveled through the air and softly reached Shen Nanqiao's ears.

His eyes were bright as he met Song Shiyuan's gaze.

Even Song Shiyuan had prepared how to explain himself to a drunkard, but he never expected the atmosphere to be like this.

interesting.

Song Shiyuan approached without speaking, and simply sat down opposite Shen Nanqiao as if in agreement.

He found a comfortable sitting position and looked at the elegant woman opposite him with some interest.

I hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now I find it interesting. Her makeup is exquisite, and although her clothes aren't designer brands, they fit her figure perfectly.

She gives off the air of a pampered female celebrity.

Shen Nanqiao didn't wait for Song Shiyuan to speak; what big boss would speak to a job seeker first?

Shen Nanqiao smiled, "I'm sorry." Her apology was evident in her words. Shen Nanqiao was genuinely apologetic.

Song Shiyuan remained silent, staring at her, waiting for her to speak.

"It's just that it's really not easy to see President Song." He changed the subject, as if explaining his own predicament.

Song Shiyuan found it somewhat amusing, "It's indeed quite difficult to meet in this way." Shen Nanqiao couldn't tell whether the laughter in his words was from finding it funny or from one-sided mockery.

Shen Nanqiao decided to ignore it.

"I don't think we know each other," Song Shiyuan finally blurted out his first question.

Shen Nanqiao smiled apologetically, "Now we can get to know each other, President Song, my name is Shen Nanqiao." Shen Nanqiao was naturally concerned about introducing herself, and even though her outstretched hand wasn't shaken, she didn't feel embarrassed.

He loosened his fingers slightly and then carefully withdrew them.

"Shen Nanqiao," Song Shiyuan hesitated before uttering the three words, "Never heard of him."

"We'll hear about it often in the future," Shen Nanqiao said confidently.

"So why did you go to such lengths to find me?"

Shen Nanqiao was about to answer, but Song Shiyuan stopped her with a gesture and continued, "Is Miss Shen just trying to ruin my reputation by going crazy?"

Song Shiyuan's wrist dangled lightly beside the sofa armrest, his fingers tapping involuntarily, full of teasing.

"I think we can cooperate and achieve a win-win situation."

No time could be wasted any longer, so Shen Nanqiao solemnly laid out her prepared explanation.

This also brought back Song Shiyuan's expression.

The assistant standing outside the door heard nothing because of the excellent soundproofing; he was just worried that his boss would suffer a loss.

After all, I'm still young, and the boss is a young, unmarried man, so I shouldn't let myself get taken advantage of.

No one knows what happened during the half hour the door was closed. Only the assistant at the door saw them come out. Both of them were very polite, the drunkard was no longer drunk, and the atmosphere improved considerably.

After closing the door, Song Shiyuan said without any politeness, as if he had become one of his own, ordering Shen Nanqiao around.

Shen Nanqiao's beautiful features were putting on an act in front of Song Shiyuan. Even his assistant was already following behind Song Shiyuan, ready to leave. The big boss Song didn't even turn around to look at her. The two of them heard Shen Nanqiao whispering behind them, "Big sir, why don't you add me on WeChat so I can keep in touch?"

That shout really startled the assistant.

Wait, wait, who's the sugar daddy? The boss, the sugar daddy. Wait a minute, it's our boss...

In the short time he spent inside, Song Shiyuan had already experienced Shen Nanqiao's deadly tongue and her eloquence; otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with her by such a twist of fate.

Ignoring his assistant's strange gaze, Song Shiyuan glared at her, resignedly approached Shen Nanqiao, and whispered, "QR code."

With a fawning expression, Shen Nanqiao opened his QR code, showing Song Shiyuan the four words "Big Boss" that he had saved for him.

Only then left satisfied.

Yes, that's right. In the unseen half hour, Shen Nanqiao finally managed to get her hands on a powerful figure.

Young and beautiful, rich yet low-key, and with excellent abilities.

Honestly, I wish I had had that opportunity in my past life. Why was I so clueless back then?

Shen Nanqiao was satisfied with everything she had accomplished today, and was even happy to see Song Shiyuan send her a message on WeChat that could be considered half a threatening statement.

The cold words on the page read: I hope you won't disappoint me in a week.

After changing into her ordinary clothes in the restroom, Shen Nanqiao left through the same fire escape she had come in through. She smiled slightly at the two men who had just arrived and left with a relaxed air.

On WeChat, only one emoji is dancing on the screen.

Returning home laden with goodies, even the breeze on my walk home felt sweet.

After leaving the banquet, Song Shiyuan issued an urgent order: all middle-level managers who were on temporary leave or had already left work that day were to return to the company.

In the group's largest conference room, Song Shiyuan sat in the main seat, holding a hastily completed project proposal in his hands.

It's called a business plan, but it's actually just a simple description of the situation of one of the small companies that are rivals of our company.

Song Shiyuan spoke first, "I'm sorry to have gathered everyone back so late today." He started by apologizing.

Of course, no one below expressed their unwillingness, so Song Shiyuan continued, "There must be something that really needs everyone's help for the company to do this."

Upon learning the news, I immediately discussed it with my family. The board of directors has also been informed.

Everyone was simply following Song Shiyuan's wishes, which led to this meeting.

Has anyone heard of this company before?

Looking at the few simple sheets of paper in their hands, thin and light, most people shook their heads.

The only few I mentioned were small appliances manufactured by this company, which I said weren't too difficult to use.

Song Shiyuan gave his assistant a look, and the data was clearly displayed on the large screen behind them.

"The person in charge of this company has applied for liquidation," Song Shiyuan calmly stated the current situation.

No one expected that today's surprise meeting would revolve around a little-known small company.

“I have no other requests,” Song Shiyuan tapped the table. “Each department should submit a more detailed report tomorrow, and we will discuss it in detail at the meeting tomorrow morning.”

After signaling his assistant to finish up, Song Shiyuan walked out of the conference room, filled with hope. He also hoped that Shen Nanqiao's appearance would be an opportunity for the company's development.