“Isn't this ridiculous! You can throw gossip around all you want, but some things just shouldn't be joked about! They used to call me the ‘Sassy Sister’ and the ‘Savage Sis,’ but now they're bringing up something this absurd…” Ji Fei sighed, grumbling to her new manager, Sister Pei.

Sister Pei, however, didn’t miss a beat. “This is great for you! This is organic exposure—something others would kill for, and it’s positive for your image, too,” she said calmly, even going as far as to like one of the posts, fully backing the idea.

Ji Fei huffed and drained the rest of her milk tea in frustration. Suddenly, she heard a chuckle beside her.

She turned to glare, only to see Qin Xian pretending to be fully engrossed in his files, as if he hadn't just laughed.

“Hey!”

Qin Xian cleared his throat, saying, “Pei Mingxuan probably wants to establish this as your image. This way, people won’t dare mess with you, and jobs with any negative baggage won’t come your way.”

Ji Fei blinked. “Really? Is that what she’s doing?”

Qin Xian nodded. “She’s trying to use this label to establish an ‘untouchable’ image for the studio. That way, any artist who joins will already have an inherent trustworthiness, making fans more comfortable, and securing partners’ peace of mind. It’s all benefits, no downsides.”

Ji Fei pointed to herself, feeling a bit victimized. She didn’t exactly want to carry such a bizarre reputation.

Qin Xian thought for a moment before speaking up, “If you really don’t want it, just tell Pei Mingxuan to handle it.”

Ji Fei paused. “Can I really do that?”

Qin Xian nodded seriously, “If it’s something you don’t want, no one can force it on you. And if she can’t resolve it, I’ll handle it.”

Hearing him speak so solemnly, Ji Fei found herself seriously considering it. After all, if she weren’t the one involved, it was kind of funny.

Finally, after thinking it over, she decided to let it slide. After all, her goals in the entertainment industry were to pass the time, enjoy the gossip, and earn some cash. Pei Mingxuan was right; the publicity was a good thing.

As the day went on, the trend began taking a strange turn online. By the afternoon, the internet had started to speculate that if an artist dared to challenge Ji Fei’s “Top Flow Group” and emerged unscathed, it would prove that they were untouchable and worth following.

Some particularly audacious fans started demanding that their favorite idols take on this challenge to clear up any rumors against them. But artists who actually had skeletons in their closets were all playing it safe, keeping their heads down to avoid the risk.

The whole situation turned into quite the comedy, and Ji Fei laughed herself silly all afternoon. Eventually, Qin Xian had to attend a meeting and didn’t dare bring her along—she was just too distracting.

“Huh? I’m not going?” she asked.

“Just organize some files on my computer for me,” Qin Xian replied, and with that, he left.

Ji Fei nodded and stayed in the office. All day, she’d been helping with simple tasks like flipping through files, finding contracts, typing on his computer, and replying to messages on his phone.

Since important files, contracts, and his devices were involved, especially after the incident with Secretary Jin, Qin Xian had made sure nobody else could access them. It seemed almost ironic that in the end, Ji Fei was the only person he trusted to handle these things.

**“Secretary Jin would probably cough up blood if he knew this,”** she thought with a chuckle.

After organizing everything, she was about to leave when an email notification popped up on the screen.

Since she’d been helping with his emails earlier, she instinctively opened it when she saw it was from an unknown sender.

The email made her freeze.

“Qin, I’ll be back in half a month. Can we meet?”

Ji Fei blinked. This had to be from Qin Xian’s first love, Yu Zhi.

She scratched her head, feeling awkward for acting so impulsively and reading it.

Ji Fei continued staring at the email, a bit longer than necessary.

Shouldn’t she be happy about this?

Since fate prevented her from initiating the divorce, she could only break free if Qin Xian asked for it himself. Her entire plan was to play the obedient wife until his first love returned, let them rekindle things, and have him feel guilty enough to suggest a divorce. Then, she’d collect a hefty settlement and be free.

This was the exit strategy she had mapped out for herself.

So, she should be counting down the days, right?

Oh, wait, she understood now!

Life had been too comfortable. She had fallen into a routine with the Qin family, and the thought of leaving her “comfort zone” was a bit unsettling.

But that’s okay! Just thinking about the over two hundred million in divorce settlement, her investments, and the entertainment career she’d built made her smile as bright as the sun.

**“Alright, honey, I’ll be waiting.”**

She blew a heart at the email and left Qin Xian’s office.

Since Qin Xian would be in his meeting for a while, she decided to head down for another milk tea. She hadn’t had enough earlier.

The assistant had bought her milk tea from a lounge within the company, which was pretty quiet since it wasn’t afternoon tea time, so only a few people were resting there.

As she ordered, the staff recognized her and respectfully assured her that she could sign for the order.

Just then, a woman’s voice came from behind her.

“Ms. Ji?”

Ji Fei froze. This couldn’t be a company employee—it had to be someone from the entertainment industry.

She turned around and was surprised by who she saw.

Five elegantly dressed women were seated nearby, exuding an air of affluence with their jewelry and sophisticated manners. Their gaze held an unmistakable arrogance and a hint of disdain as they assessed her.

The one who called out to her was Mrs. Zong, seated at the center.

Mrs. Zong was the wife of Zong Chun, a veteran actor with a loyal and devoted husband persona, who was part of the third group of guests.

Apart from their initial introduction, Ji Fei hadn’t had much interaction with her. Mrs. Zong mainly kept an eye on her husband, who was rumored to be involved with the actress, Yu Rouyin, a woman blacklisted by society’s socialites for her "fairest Concubine Yang" beauty.

They hadn’t crossed paths much, so Ji Fei assumed it was just a coincidence.

Seeing she’d been acknowledged, Ji Fei’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she politely approached to greet them.

Mrs. Zong didn’t bother standing up, merely nodding her head and introducing Ji Fei to the others around her, “This is Ji Fei.”

But none of them offered any introductions of their own, only giving her a condescending nod.

Rather than feeling offended, Ji Fei was struggling not to laugh.

She knew why they were acting this way.

They must have mistaken her for someone’s mistress within the Qin Group, assuming she was a kept woman.

In fact, Ji Fei’s marriage to Qin Xian wasn’t exactly secret, but business families rarely advertised their private affairs.

Even though Qin Chao was known as the Qin Group’s third son within the industry, his fans didn’t know about his family ties. And Ji Fei’s role in the Qin family remained an enigma in entertainment circles, leaving her as a subject of speculation.

Mrs. Zong knew Qin Chao’s background, and anyone he took under his wing would inevitably have a strong connection to the Qin Group. Still, it hadn’t crossed her mind that Ji Fei was the wife of the company’s president. After all, who would think the president’s wife would dabble in variety shows?

Ji Fei thought the introduction would be the end of it, but then Mrs. Zong said, “Please, have a seat.”

“Huh?” Ji Fei was taken aback. “I don’t want to intrude on your gathering…”

“No, actually, we came here specifically for you. Since we happened to run into you, let’s get straight to it. We need your help,” Mrs. Zong said, her tone brooking no refusal.

Curious, Ji Fei asked, “What kind of help?”

“Aren’t you the ‘Entertainment Judge’? We’d like you to take down Yu Rouyin in your next confrontation. We want her ruined and driven out of the industry.”