Chapter 29: You Dare to Advise My Artist? Are You Even Qualified?

"But this time, your tricks won't work," he said, advancing step by step, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Jiang Yu's gaze sharpened, her body leaning back.

Seeing Yu Zhiyuan reach out to grab her, she swiftly snatched up the ashtray from the table and smashed it hard against his forehead.

Bang!

Yu Zhiyuan was caught off guard, staggering back, one hand pressed to his brow as blood seeped through his fingers.

He roared in fury, "Jiang Yu, are you insane?"

Jiang Yu sneered, pulling out her phone and calmly displaying the recording screen.

"President Yu, isn't this a pit of fire? Of course I needed an escape route. Did you really think I'd come here alone just to die?"

Yu Zhiyuan's pupils contracted, anger shifting to caution on his face. "You recorded everything?"

Jiang Yu raised her phone, tapping the screen, her voice cold. "Not only did I record it, I've got the send button ready. If you come any closer, I'll make your shining reputation infamous across the internet. Let's see who suffers more humiliation."

Yu Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment.

This woman really isn't simple!

"Jiang Yu, you've got nerve. But do you think something like this can threaten me?"

Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes. "Try me, President Yu. Let's see if I have enough nerve."

The cold smile faded from Yu Zhiyuan's lips, his gaze darkening, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. "Good, very good, Jiang Yu. Seems I underestimated you." Just then, the private room's door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

Bang—

The thunderous noise made her freeze and turn abruptly.

The newcomer stood tall and straight, his expression icy. It was Fu Boyun.

He stood in the doorway, his eyes cold, an oppressive aura emanating from him.

Jiang Yu frowned slightly, her gaze brushing the clock on the wall—not even half an hour had passed.

"Why are you here?"

Fu Boyun's gaze swept over Jiang Yu, then landed on Yu Zhiyuan.

Yu Zhiyuan was clearly surprised by Fu Boyun’s sudden appearance.

He quickly composed himself, straightened his collar which Jiang Yu had wrinkled, and forced a false smile.

"President Fu, you arrived just in time. It seems your artist has been rather unruly lately. I was just offering some advice."

Fu Boyun glanced at Yu Zhiyuan indifferently, his gaze frosty.

He walked to the table, sat down, resting his elbow casually on the chair back, his eyes drifting over Jiang Yu and Yu Zhiyuan.

"Advice?" Fu Boyun’s tone was cold. "President Yu, advising someone else’s artist isn’t really your responsibility, is it?"

Yu Zhiyuan's smile stiffened.

"President Fu, your words are a bit distant."

Jiang Yu stood aside, her brow furrowed, staying silent.

Fu Boyun narrowed his eyes, letting out a faint scoff.

"President Yu, you are certainly diligent. But as for discipline, I, Fu Boyun, will handle it myself. You needn’t concern yourself."

Yu Zhiyuan's expression shifted, masking it with a low cough. "President Fu, you are right. I shouldn’t meddle. However, regarding our cooperation—"

Fu Boyun raised his brows, interrupting, "Cooperation can be discussed. But I’ll revise the terms: you can be associate director, but there’ll be no equity shares. All profits will follow the agreed percentages, and every stage will require approval."

The room's atmosphere instantly chilled.

Yu Zhiyuan's face darkened; he clearly hadn’t expected Fu Boyun to propose such harsh terms.

Associate director meant no decision-making power, and without equity, he’d be stripped of his most valuable interest.

"President Fu, isn’t this a bit too disrespectful?" Yu Zhiyuan’s voice was low and tinged with barely contained anger.

Fu Boyun lounged back in his chair, his gaze icy. "President Yu, which matters more—respect or profit? Of course, if you’d rather not cooperate, the Fu Group has no shortage of partners."

Yu Zhiyuan clenched his fist, his expression shifting.

He knew full well these conditions were set to make things difficult, but he couldn't afford to lose his temper.

After a moment, Yu Zhiyuan forced down his anger, managing a stiff smile.

"President Fu, since you’re so insistent, I’m willing to cooperate. We can discuss the details another day."

"Wise choice, President Yu. Since it’s settled, you may leave."

Yu Zhiyuan couldn't maintain his smile any longer and turned to leave.

As he passed Jiang Yu, his eyes sliced over her like a blade, his voice low, "Jiang Yu, we’ll see."

Jiang Yu remained unmoved, watching him go.

Only Fu Boyun and Jiang Yu were left in the room.

Fu Boyun withdrew his gaze, stood, and walked over to Jiang Yu.

"Jiang Yu, do you enjoy courting trouble so much?"

Courting trouble?

Now he had the nerve to criticize her? As if it wasn’t his fault!

"President Fu, I never went looking for him. This is what happens when you leave me to fend for myself."

Fu Boyun's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Fend for yourself? If I hadn’t come, would you still be standing here unharmed?"

"So concerned for me, President Fu? Are you really afraid something might happen to me?" Jiang Yu teased, a hint of glee in her voice.

Fu Boyun didn’t respond.

"Don’t think being clever means you can ignore the consequences. If you act on your own again, I won’t save you next time."

As expected, another threat.

Jiang Yu met his gaze, a flicker of anger in her eyes.

"President Fu, if you despise me so much, I’ll keep my distance from now on."

Fu Boyun straightened, adjusted his sleeves, and glanced at her carelessly.

"That would be best. Still, I’m quite curious to see how you’ll manage in this industry once you’re out of my circle."

In his eyes, Jiang Yu’s antics were nothing more than childish games.

With that, he turned and strode away.

As the door closed, Jiang Yu sucked in a deep breath, suppressing the anger burning in her chest, muttering under her breath, "Dog of a man!"

"Does he think he’s so great he can mock others? Does he believe the whole world needs Fu Boyun’s charity to survive?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, unable to stop grumbling.

"If not for his looks, who would put up with this? Clearly, handsome men are never decent!"

After venting a while, Jiang Yu finally calmed herself, smoothing her hair.

Just as she stepped out of the private room, she bumped into Zhuang Luoyan.

Zhuang Luoyan held a folder in one hand, her expression composed.

"Miss Jiang." She stepped forward, her tone cool. "President Fu asked me to stay and discuss something with you."

Jiang Yu looked at her, frowning unconsciously. "What is it?"

Zhuang Luoyan opened the folder, drew out a script, and handed it to Jiang Yu.

"This is for an upcoming project. President Fu has decided to continue cooperating with President Yu."

Jiang Yu took the script instinctively, surprise etched on her face. "They’re really working together?"

She’d thought Fu Boyun was only bluffing. After all, someone like Yu Zhiyuan hardly seemed worth partnering with.

Zhuang Luoyan nodded, her tone measured. "President Yu has resources. President Fu believes they’re useful. Cooperation yields greater benefits than personal grudges."

Jiang Yu glanced at the script’s cover, joy bubbling in her heart.

She hurriedly asked, "What role am I playing in the production?"

With a part to take, nothing else mattered anymore.