“Bai Jie, let’s go! I’ll drive you to the company!” The driver was a fairly young man with a buzz cut. He rolled down the window, grinning cheerfully.
Li Wanbai eyed him warily and took a step back.
Seriously, who are you? Are we even acquainted?
Her caution wasn’t unfounded—the young man’s buzz cut paired with a scar near his eye made him look anything but friendly, if not outright intimidating.
The young man raised an eyebrow, puzzled. “Bai Jie, what’s wrong?”
Snapping out of her daze, Li Wanbai shook her head and tentatively asked, “Are you the driver the company assigned to me?”
“Of course, Bai Jie! Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me? It’s me, Wang Xing!” Xiao Wang looked baffled, a hint of disdain hidden deep in his eyes. This vase was good for nothing but her looks—even her memory was terrible. No wonder she used to recite numbers instead of lines during acting. With a brain like a goldfish, how could she possibly remember scripts?
But since he got to drive such a luxury car, he could put up with this idiot for now!
With that thought, Xiao Wang grinned again and urged, “Bai Jie, hurry up and get in! Chen Jie and the others are waiting for you at the company!”
Still half-skeptical, Li Wanbai opened the rear door and got in.
The ride was silent all the way, and soon they arrived at the entrance of Canyang Entertainment.
Canyang Entertainment was one of the most prominent entertainment companies in recent years, excelling at marketing artists’ brands and maximizing every bit of resources around them. “Li Wanbai” had risen to fame under their management.
Having Li Wanbai was akin to having Yu Baichuan, and with Ye Xiruo’s recent success, Canyang was at the peak of its influence. In the entire industry, only a few established entertainment companies and Yu Baichuan’s Hague could rival it.
Li Wanbai stepped out of the car and curiously surveyed Canyang’s facade. The bold characters “Canyang Entertainment Co., Ltd.” shimmered with multicolored lights above the entrance, their brilliance undimmed even in broad daylight.
Chen Jie, whom she had briefly met at the hospital, hurried over with a smile. “My big star, had enough rest?”
Canyang’s real attraction wasn’t just its flashy signs—it was Li Wanbai herself.
“I’ve been at home for so many days—of course I’ve rested enough. But the ride here was bumpy, and it wasn’t very comfortable,” Li Wanbai pouted, sounding aggrieved.
Hearing this, Chen Jie immediately turned to Xiao Wang and frowned. “What happened?”
“I have no idea! Chen Jie, this Maybach is a top-tier car—it’s definitely comfortable. Bai Jie, don’t make false accusations! Maybe you just weren’t feeling well and decided to blame the car.”
Xiao Wang was a die-hard luxury car enthusiast. At her remark, he rushed to defend the vehicle. “No offense, Bai Jie, but you really are like what people say online—when something goes wrong, you should reflect on yourself instead of pushing the blame onto others. This time it’s the car, but who knows who you’ll pin it on next! Just a piece of advice. If I’ve offended you, my apologies—I won’t say it again.”
Xiao Wang rambled on and on before hastily adding the last part, probably finally realizing how foolish it was for an employee to confront his superior so bluntly.
Yet even so, a trace of disdain lingered in his eyes—he refused to believe that Li Wanbai, this mere decorative vase, could actually discern anything.
Even if she could, what difference would it make? Was she really in a position to fire him?
After all, Li Wanbai was just an artist under Canyang Entertainment, a perfectly crafted vase cultivated by the company. She held no real authority—what was there to fear?
With this thought, Wang Xing felt somewhat reassured and calmly met Li Wanbai’s gaze.
“I’m not blaming the car. A car is just an inanimate object—how could my comfort possibly depend on it?” Li Wanbai said with a smile. “The car is a good car; all the cars are good. If a passenger feels uncomfortable, it’s naturally the driver’s fault.”
As she spoke, her eyes curved into crescents as she turned to Chen Jie. “Chen Jie, this new driver you assigned me is no good at all. Since he’s new and doesn’t know much about me anyway, why not just let him go? No need to worry about him gossiping with the paparazzi.”
“His driving skills are terrible, and he talks too much. I couldn’t even catch a nap the whole ride. It’s fine today since there’s no work, but if he’s like this during future business trips or endorsement events, my face…”
Before she could finish, Chen Jie cut her off: “Fine. Wang Xing, from now on, you don’t need to come to work anymore! If you can’t even take proper care of your direct superior, what’s the point of us hiring you?”
Li Wanbai smiled faintly. She had guessed right—Wang Xing really was a newly assigned driver.
If he had been with her for a long time, even if he spoke disrespectfully or harbored disdain, as long as he hadn’t openly crossed the line, he wouldn’t have been dismissed so easily.
Still, with a little thought, Li Wanbai could tell that Wang Xing definitely wasn’t one of her long-term drivers.
For some reason, Chen Jie hadn’t disclosed her memory loss to others—perhaps to prevent rumors from spreading. But to ensure Li Wanbai’s health, safety, and other aspects, Chen Jie must have reported the situation truthfully to the company’s upper management.
Clearly, this young man named Wang Xing wasn’t part of that inner circle. He didn’t know about Li Wanbai’s memory loss, yet he showed no surprise at her unusual behavior—a clear sign he hadn’t been on the job long.
Su Chengzi might call her foolish, but she wasn’t actually stupid! She could certainly pick up on the odd tone in his voice.
Since this employee was so reluctant to work for her, and she wasn’t impressed with him either, it was better to part ways and let each go their own path.
Wang Xing’s eyes widened in shock as he hurriedly shook his head. “Chen Jie, it’s a misunderstanding! You know how well I drive! It must be Li Wanbai making things up!”
“Besides, luxury cars like the Maybach are meant to be driven fast—what’s the point of driving smoothly? What does Li Wanbai know about cars? She’s just a passenger—why does she have so much to say…”
Li Wanbai lowered her head, feigning hurt. “So that’s what you think of me? You’re not one of my anti-fans, are you?”
Having an anti-fan close to a top female celebrity was dangerous—they could twist even the purest truth into lies. The harm was obvious.
Even if Li Wanbai had built her career on controversy and backlash, she couldn’t afford to keep an anti-fan by her side. After all, her unique path to fame relied on Yu Baichuan’s influence to maintain her current standing.
If one were to say she had truly committed some unforgivable crime, that would be an overstatement. But if she were truly exposed with irrefutable evidence, leaving her no chance of recovery, Canyang Entertainment would be finished.
On one side was a young person good for nothing but driving, and on the other was Can Yang, the flagship talent Canyang Entertainment had invested heavily in cultivating. The choice required no deliberation.
Chen Jie issued Wang Xing an ultimatum with an expressionless face: “Report to HR, then get lost immediately. Keep your mouth shut.”