Chapter 7: Revisiting the Contract

Mu Qingran immediately restrained her anger and pointed at Jiang Yu as she began to speak. “President Fu, Jiang Yu’s scandal has spiraled out of control. If we don’t resolve this, it will affect the company...”

“Let it be.”

Fu Boyun cut her off, his tone so cold it sent a shiver through the room.

Jiang Yu’s heart sank. She lifted her gaze to look at him, disbelief flickering in her eyes.

“President Fu, are you serious?”

Fu Boyun met her eyes, his expression still indifferent. “Jiang Yu, haven’t you been wanting to leave for a long time? Isn’t this exactly the outcome you wanted?”

A dull ache spread through Jiang Yu’s chest, and she forced a mocking smile. “I really misjudged you.”

Fu Boyun didn’t reply, only stared at her with a heavy gaze, as if she were something utterly insignificant.

The conference room fell into a dead silence, the air so thick not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Fu Boyun flung the file in his hand onto the table, his sharp eyes landing on Mu Qingran.

“She’s been contacting several companies recently—did you not know?”

Mu Qingran’s face froze, and she lowered her head in silence.

Everyone in the room understood the anger in President Fu’s words, yet not one dared to speak.

Jiang Yu glanced at Fu Boyun’s expression, inwardly scoffing.

The scandal’s already made waves throughout the city, and this man’s focus is still so... odd?

Is he angry she embarrassed him?

“As a manager, if you can’t keep your own artist in line, what are you doing here?”

Fu Boyun’s tone was glacial, like a blade slicing past the ear.

Mu Qingran pressed her lips together, silent for a long moment before she whispered, “President Fu, I swear, I really didn’t know about this.”

Fu Boyun’s brow furrowed, impatience clear on his face.

“Incompetent!”

He spoke few words, but each one landed with crushing weight.

Mu Qingran lowered her head, not daring to say more. The atmosphere in the conference room grew frigid.

Jiang Yu stood aside, staring absentmindedly at the papers on the table, inwardly sighing.

Nothing breeds resentment like comparison.

Poor Mu Qingran, left speechless by the scolding.

“The current online uproar is mainly because of Jiang Yu’s impending contract termination. Handle it—quickly! Clean up this mess!”

Fu Boyun’s gaze swept over Mu Qingran, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

“Yes!” Mu Qingran nodded fervently and hurried out.

Fu Boyun’s eyes shifted to Jiang Yu, his tone impassive. “Come with me.”

Jiang Yu stiffened, but had no choice but to follow.

She stared at his tall back, cursing him under her breath.

Lunatic.

And yet, she had to admit, this lunatic occasionally made her feel a strange sense of security.

Fu Boyun’s office was just like him—dominated by black, white, and gray, with not a superfluous ornament in sight, not even a single green plant.

Jiang Yu sat on the sofa, feeling utterly out of place, her eyes wandering.

“Is there something you’d like me to do, President Fu?” she asked, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, her tone tinged with flattery.

Fu Boyun shot her a glance and said coldly, “Don’t be so quick to celebrate. You think you can walk away from your contract that easily? That depends on me.”

Jiang Yu’s smile froze instantly.

So, another threat?

“Read this carefully.”

He tossed a document in front of her.

Jiang Yu took it, puzzled, and the bold words on the cover stabbed into her eyes—it was her contract.

She frowned, flipping to the designated clauses—number five and number ten—her hand trembling slightly.

“During the contract period, Party B shall not engage in any private relations with any male. Violation will result in a twenty-million yuan penalty.”

“Party B shall not negotiate with other companies. Violation will result in a fifty-million yuan penalty.”