Yang Mi looked in the mirror several times a day. But after all this time, her cherry-like small mouth still hadn’t changed back. From initial refusal to accept it, to anger, and then to acceptance, she had gradually come to terms with the fact. She couldn’t lose both the battle and the war. The studio was set up, and Zhou You’s money had arrived, but it still hadn’t opened for business. The main reason was that she had been collecting scripts—gathering as many TV drama scripts as possible for Zhou You to choose from later, hoping they’d be useful. If the first year didn’t pan out, she’d have to work like crazy in the following two years. During a break in filming, she contacted Zhou You and decided to go to Luzhou herself. There was no other choice—Zhou You was the big shot now. She wrapped herself up completely, boarded the plane, and slept. Got off the plane. Zhou You, along with Li Houliang and Xiao Si, came to pick her up in person. The two sides, in tacit understanding, didn’t say much at the airport and got straight into the car. “I didn’t expect President Zhou to come pick me up in person. What an honor,” Yang Mi said with a hint of sarcasm. Originally, she had hoped Zhou You would come to her, since she was busy filming and short on time. But Zhou You had replied, “Don’t forget, I’m the one investing in this movie. I’ve already asked Director Deng to free up your schedule!” That made Yang Mi grind her teeth in frustration, but she had no choice—she had to make the trip herself. They drove straight to the Zhulang Gym. Yang Mi wasn’t someone who hadn’t seen the world, but this was the first time she was meeting someone at a boxing gym. As soon as she walked in, she saw a group of people throwing punches and kicks, with shouts and grunts filling the air. When the group spotted Zhou You, they all called out, “Brother You!” “Brother You!” Everyone greeted him. Yang Mi’s heart was pounding. Rumors said Zhou You was a university professor, but he didn’t seem like one at all. But it was too late to say anything now—she was already in this. Even if this was a wolf’s den, she had to give it a try. “So, this is my base. I brought you here to see it. You’re one of us now, after all,” Zhou You said with a hint of pride. Hearing this, Yang Mi felt even more uneasy and asked quietly, “Aren’t you a university professor? How is this your base?” “Haha, the university is right next door. This is my entertainment spot. I like boxing, so I opened one near my place for convenience,” Zhou You explained slightly, noticing her discomfort. They walked and talked as he gave her a tour. They went straight to the office. Zhou You told Li Houliang and Xiao Si to go train outside. If anything happened here again, he might as well just off himself. Once everyone was gone, Yang Mi patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief: “You scared me. I thought you were some kind of gang boss.” Zhou You’s expression immediately turned fierce. He put on a menacing look and pinched Yang Mi’s small face: “Oh? Are you going to report me?” “Mmph, mmph,” Yang Mi’s face went pale with fear as she shook her head frantically. Seeing her reaction, Zhou You couldn’t help but burst out laughing: “How was my acting just now? Were you scared?” “Yeah, yeah, I know it was acting. I believe you, President Zhou. Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone,” Yang Mi said, though she didn’t believe it at all. She just regretted coming here alone like an idiot without bringing an assistant. Who knew how much she’d have to endure to get out of here. Seeing her expression, Zhou You realized she still didn’t quite believe him and wondered if he actually had some talent for acting. But when it came to Yang Mi’s acting: “Mi Mi, you really need to work on your acting skills. Your words sound so fake—even I, as an audience member, don’t buy it. I don’t know how you got famous.” Yang Mi was a bit annoyed. She knew her own acting ability, but he didn’t have to say it to her face. Fine, she couldn’t afford to provoke him. She forced a smile: “Yeah, that’s why I wanted to become a boss—because my acting is too bad.” When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhou You stopped messing with her. What a silly woman. “Let me see the scripts you’ve collected?” Zhou You held out his hand. Yang Mi was still grumbling to herself, but when she saw Zhou You’s hand, she instinctively handed over a stack of scripts. Zhou You took them and started reading seriously, flipping through them quickly. He couldn’t really understand them anyway, so he just skimmed the titles and general plots. If something rang a bell, he’d invest; if not, he’d pass. While Zhou You was focused on the scripts, Yang Mi began to look around the office. It was spacious—at least 90 square meters—with simple furnishings: a desk, a computer, a sofa, and a door inside that she didn’t know led to. Thinking back, she remembered seeing a few women training downstairs in the boxing gym. They didn’t seem like a gang. Could it be that he was just messing with her? She pulled out her phone and texted Shi Wenxiu: “Xiu Xiu, is President Zhou your dad’s student, a PhD candidate?” A reply came quickly: “Yeah, Sister Mi. What’s up?” Seeing this, she let out a long breath: Damn, I was scared out of my wits just now. His acting is better than mine. Could my acting really be that bad? No way. If my acting were bad, how did I get famous? Zhou You must be blind. As she thought this, she replied: “Nothing, just asking. I’ll treat you to a meal when I get back.” Shi Wenxiu looked at the random message and couldn’t figure out the reason. Forget it, she’d stop thinking about it. Before, she couldn’t even get close to Yang Mi, but now they were friends in the industry. Brother You really was something. Even though Zhou You read quickly, it still took him half an hour to go through the stack. He needed time to recall some information and think things over—going too fast would be hard to explain. Seeing Yang Mi sitting there playing on her phone, he patted his thigh, signaling her to come sit on it. Yang Mi saw this, hesitated, stood up, and took two steps forward. Then she thought better of it, quickly walked back, and locked the door from the inside. Zhou You sat there, unable to stop laughing. Damn, people in the entertainment industry really knew how to read the room. They were way too good at it. Even he felt a bit out of his depth. It was late July, and the weather was hot. Yang Mi was wearing a short skirt. In the air-conditioned room, she had taken off her outer layers, looking very cool and light. She walked over quickly, sat on Zhou You’s lap, steadied herself on the desk, and turned to meet his gaze: “President Zhou, have you finished reading? Any good ones?” Zhou You didn’t move a muscle. Pointing at the scripts on the desk, he said, “I just read for half an hour, and I’m a bit tired. When I patted my thigh earlier, it was because it was numb—I was trying to get the blood flowing.” Yang Mi’s eyes went wide as she stared at him in disbelief, her mouth slightly open: I have a certain four-letter word I’m not sure if I should say. What now? Get off or stay on? Since she was already here, there was no escaping. Better to get it over with quickly and head back. This Zhou You was inhuman—besides physical torment, he also liked psychological torture. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Fine, if she was stuck, she’d just stay stuck. When she got fierce, even she scared herself. If the enemy doesn’t move, I move. If the enemy moves, I don’t. The key was playing the long game!