The Rebirth of a Top Star

Song Shiyuan didn't expect Shen Nanqiao's variety show to be so popular. It was one thing to be able to watch it offline, but now he could even watch it at his own home.

Song Shiyuan only watched with his mother for five minutes before making an excuse to go upstairs. Now, watching the girl he liked talking to someone else about the show, and not being able to say anything, Song Shiyuan felt extremely frustrated.

After asking his mother, he talked with his father for a long time in the study upstairs. His father was also surprised that his son, who had only left the old house a few days ago, had returned so soon.

Mr. Song's first reaction was that something had happened at the company that was difficult to handle, and that his son had come back seeking his help. As long as his son's request was not to ask him to return to work at the company, Mr. Song could accept it.

He put down what he was doing, looked at his son, and waited for his question. Song Shiyuan wasn't conflicted; he just didn't know how to start the conversation.

It would take a long time to explain the exact situation. In the past, when he was always with the girl next door, his parents never paid attention to his love life. Song Shiyuan couldn't guarantee that his parents would accept the profession of actor, so he needed to find out more.

This is the prerequisite for everything I need to accomplish.

Song Shiyuan finally spoke up before his father lost his patience. The question he asked was not related to the company, and his father did not immediately give him a hard time.

Song Shiyuan began, "I was originally planning to talk to my mother, but she was engrossed in watching a variety show."

"Your mother doesn't have a job these days, these are her only hobbies, so don't bother her."

The implication was that Song Shiyuan could simply contact him directly if he had any issues.

Seeing that his father was willing to listen, Song Shiyuan first asked for his opinion: "What do you think of the acting profession?" Song Shiyuan asked somewhat nervously, knowing that many people around him looked down on the acting or idol industry.

Mr. Song frowned slightly. He didn't answer directly, but asked Song Shiyuan first, "Do you have something in mind when you ask this?" Mr. Song didn't think of his son directly, but instead connected it to the agency under his management.

"Do we have a branch office like this?" Although Mr. Song was no longer in charge, he still knew the basics of the company. Song Shiyuan nodded and replied, "Yes, we do have a branch office, and it's quite profitable."

Perhaps because both father and son come from business backgrounds, when they talk about these issues for a long time, they inevitably end up returning to work once they start chatting casually.

This time, Song Shiyuan grasped the direction well: "Dad, I'm asking for your opinion on the acting profession."

Mr. Song thought for a moment and then said, "It's a very profitable industry, but the initial investment is quite large."

Song Shiyuan reached up and covered his forehead hard. He was in a terrible state; his father hadn't understood a thing he was trying to say.

Even Song Shiyuan had the urge to stop talking and just go downstairs to find his mother, remembering his mother downstairs who was obsessed with shipping Shen Nanqiao and Gu Ning.

Song Shiyuan now truly believes that coming back to ask these questions might have been a mistake.

Song Shiyuan decided to throw caution to the wind and said directly, "I like a girl."

After hearing this, Song's father understood everything. The distance between him and his son had been shortened, both physically.

Mr. Song dragged his stool forward a little, his eyes sparkling, and said, "So you've fallen for a female celebrity?" Mr. Song was quick to pick up on sensitive words.

Song Shiyuan responded weakly, "That's right." Actually, by now, Song Shiyuan didn't want to ask anymore, but his father's enthusiasm had been stirred up by these words.

"You haven't told your mother yet, have you?" Even though his son had already emphasized it once, Mr. Song still had to ask.

Song Shiyuan nodded, his fingers unable to resist starting to play with the documents on his father's desk.

As a warning, his father slapped his hand, and he said seriously to Song Shiyuan, "Have you confessed your feelings yet?"

It wasn't a joke; Song Shiyuan was seriously inquiring about his son's progress. He was certain that, at least his father, he didn't have any strange opinions about Shen Nanqiao's industry.

Now that he was half relieved, Song Shiyuan and his father chatted in the study on the second floor for nearly forty minutes. What Song Shiyuan learned from his experienced father was something that the internet could not provide.

As Mr. Song followed his son downstairs, he saw his wife still watching a variety show. Remembering what his son had said earlier, he couldn't help but follow her, watching the last face flash across the screen and observing the changes in his son's expression.

Only when he noticed that look in his eyes did Song's father realize that his son was truly sincere.

Song Shiyuan did not stay at home. Since he had to work the next day, he drove back to Pinshui Sishu that night.

Although it was night, most of the lights in the Pinshui Academy were still on. When Song Shiyuan drove downstairs, he saw the light on in Shen Nanqiao's master bedroom window.

Song Shiyuan only glanced at it a couple more times before returning home.

Although they live just upstairs and downstairs, the two barely spoke to each other today.

Shen Nanqiao had the lights on; she was actually having a meeting at home. She was genuinely surprised that Du Junyi, who had been busy with other things, had time to have a video conference with her.

She looked at the WeChat page and saw that there were only three people on it, with her face not showing and the cute avatar of Xiaoju. Only Du Junyi was fully made up and displayed on the page.

Shen Nanqiao didn't know what she wanted to say, mainly because the two of them hadn't been in contact for a long time.

“You don’t have any work to perform right now.” Du Junyi’s tone was very direct and professional. Shen Nanqiao admired that he was still working at the company so late. She answered her agent’s question: “It’s time to take on new work.”

"What are your opinions on what I gave you for reference before?" Shen Nanqiao heard Du Junyi ask this, but looking at the screen, she didn't look up at all, or rather, she didn't look at Shen Nanqiao at all.

“I’d like to look at some new opportunities,” Shen Nanqiao stated her needs tactfully. Du Junyi was very direct, “What new opportunities? I don’t like the old ones.”

Although the question was directed at Shen Nanqiao, Shen Nanqiao could tell it wasn't a question. So she simply said, "Later, I looked into it carefully, and I wanted to challenge myself with roles that were different from my current ones."

Du Junyi then looked up at the screen: "But right now, the most urgent thing is to solidify your fan base." This was Du Junyi's professional insight, and Shen Nanqiao agreed.

Before she could find the right words to explain, Du Junyi gave Shen Nanqiao the final answer: "Here are a few variety shows. Take a look and see which one you like. You can take one or two depending on your schedule. It would be best to add a long-term one, since you're very popular online right now."

Shen Nanqiao received an electronic copy from Du Junyi.

The documents were neatly organized and visually appealing. After Shen Nanqiao confirmed them, Du Junyi's expression suddenly changed. He was no longer as serious as before, and his eyes were no longer fixed on the work in his hands.

Now she's more like an older sister, curious about the gossip she only has a vague understanding of: "So, how are things going between you and President Song now?"

Shen Nanqiao didn't feel offended; on the contrary, she was more curious.