Sweet Wife in My Arms

ad good taste in cars did a double-take when they saw Yi Ling’s sports car.
Her ego swelled at the sight of the open jealousy and envy on their faces.
There was only one way to describe how she was feeling right now:

On top of the world.

Yi Ling could finally walk with her head held high.

“That’s right, I’ll go pick you up in a minute.
Huanhuan’s treating us to dinner today to celebrate Divorced’s 600 million yuan box office earnings.
What do you feel like eating? Feel free to make requests, don’t be shy now.
Yan Huan will be able to afford it, don’t worry,” said Yi Ling over the phone.
She thumped her chest, feeling rich and generous.

“Okay,” said Luo Lin on the other end of the line.
She was in a good mood; she knew now that she had made the right decision in choosing to work with Yan Huan.
Yan Huan was so much better than Xiao Rongrong in every way, and it was clear now that the new actress was set for stardom.
Xiao Rongrong had only achieved fame because of the man backing her, and now the disgraced actress had vanished entirely from showbiz.
Yan Huan, on the other hand, had become famous overnight because of Divorced.
The young actress was not yet 22 years old, but she was already a much better actress than many veteran actors in the industry.
Unlike most newcomers, she had shown a profound understanding of all her roles so far.

Luo Lin sighed.
It was such a pity that Yan Huan did not have someone backing her.
Her journey in showbiz would be full of perilous pitfalls without someone to look out for her.

Luo Lin did not know about Lu Yi; she had assumed that Xiao Rongrong’s downfall had come about because of the actress’s bad luck, that her immoral behavior and shady dealings had only been exposed because Zuo Fanrui had been unfortunate enough to be investigated by government prosecutors.
If it had not been for that, Xiao Rongrong would probably still be in showbiz, throwing her weight around like a diva.

A thought suddenly occurred to her.
She asked Yi Ling over the phone, “Hey, what about Ding Ming? Should we invite him to dinner too?”

“No.” Yi Ling almost spat in disgust.
“I’ll be informing Manager Chen in a few days that that eunuch is too much trouble for me.
I refuse to work with disobedient actors.”

Yi Ling would not have dared to make such demands before this, but she had earned the right to assert herself now.
She was feeling confident; if the agency was not happy with her request, well, she would take Yan Huan to a different agency.
They would have to pay a termination fee to Yuelun Entertainment for ending their contract early, but that was only about a few million yuan—pocket change for her Huanhuan.
But Yi Ling did not actually think that would happen; Yan Huan was a rapidly rising star, and it was only natural for the agency to make special accommodations for their actors, in accordance to their net worth.

Besides, it was true that Yi Ling already had her hands full with Yan Huan and her explosive fame.
She did not have the time to look after another actor, much less one that was as difficult to work with as Ding Ming.

Luo Lin made no comment.
Ding Ming had deserved it; Yi Ling was his manager, which meant that he should have listened to her and accepted whatever arrangements she made for him.
He would have reaped the benefits by now had he chosen to stick with Yan Huan on her projects; he really should have known better, especially since Yan Huan had been slowly but surely gaining popularity even before taking on Divorced.
But no, the idiot had chosen to, as the saying went, throw away the watermelon in his arms just to pick up a sesame seed on the ground.

Yan Huan had reserved a table at a private kitchen; she had chosen the restaurant mainly because it was quiet and secluded, and also because the food on its menu was delicious.
She had eaten there once before, and had been impressed by the dishes served.
It was an expensive restaurant, but it was worth it because of the high quality of the food.

Yi Ling sat in her car, listening to music.
It felt wonderful to have her own car; it made everything so much more convenient.
She could now pick up anyone she wanted with her own car, if she felt like it.

She saw Luo Lin in the distance, walking towards her, and rolled down her car window to wave and yell: “Over here!”

Luo Lin stood beside the road, looking in vain for Yi Ling.
She had not thought to look at the cars; she was still under the assumption that Yan Huan had to get around in the company van because the actress was not rich enough to get a car of her own.

She looked around for several minutes, but did not see Yi Ling.