Chapter 45

When Yang Mi woke up, it was already bright outside.

The sunlight outside the window was bright, but she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

The unfamiliar room, the unfamiliar bed, the unfamiliar pajamas... What had happened last night?

She tried hard to recall everything that had happened last night, but she only remembered that she wanted to get Mai Xiaoyu drunk. However, Mai Xiaoyu's alcohol tolerance was astonishing, and before she could get the other person drunk, she got drunk herself.

Then... nothing after that. She drank too much, and her memory was fragmented. When she woke up, it felt like a century had passed.

Was I...

Tears silently slid down her face, falling faster and faster, eventually forming a continuous stream. The fifteen-year-old Yang Mi could no longer bear such a heavy blow and burst into tears.

Click.

The door opened.

Yang Mi quickly burrowed into the air conditioner blanket, sobbing softly.

"You're awake."

A woman's voice?

Yang Mi poked her head out from under the blanket, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the person who had come in.

Liu Tao exclaimed, "Why are you crying?"

It wasn't that hateful uncle!

This made Yang Mi feel a bit more at ease. "Why am I here?"

"You were drunk last night, and President Mai carried you back."

"What about my clothes..."

"Your clothes were sent to be cleaned." Liu Tao sat on the bed and patted Yang Mi's head. "You vomited all over them last night."

"Did you help me change into these pajamas, Sister?" Yang Mi sat up nervously, grabbing Liu Tao's hand.

"Yes. You wouldn't think it was President Mai, would you... Ah, I know why you're crying." Liu Tao laughed. "What are you thinking, little one? President Mai is a good person. He asked me to take care of you."

"Thank you, Sister!"

Understanding the truth, the dark clouds in her heart dissipated, and Yang Mi felt much happier.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth. The porridge will be ready soon. Have some to warm your stomach. You're still young; don't drink so much in the future. It's a good thing President Mai was there last night, or what if you had met a bad person?"

That uncle is called President Mai?

He is the worst kind of bad person!

He actually got me drunk.

I must take revenge!

Yang Mi was fully revived. After a quick wash, she sat at the dining table to have breakfast.

After two bowls of white porridge and two plain buns, her stomach felt much better.

"Sister, the porridge you cooked is so fragrant, it reminds me of Mom's."

"If you like it, have more. President Mai also loves the food I cook."

"President Mai? Is he the chief editor of a publishing house?"

"Publishing house? President Mai is the general manager of Mengren Film and Television."

"Film and television company? Ah, I remember, you're the Dove girl!"

Dove's advertisements were everywhere, with high-quality visuals and the elegant and beautiful Liu Tao leaving a deep impression on many viewers, including Yang Mi.

Liu Tao smiled and got up to bring a few Dove chocolates and Snickers bars. "Here, have some, but don't eat too many. President Mai said girls should maintain their figures."

"President Mai says this, President Mai says that. Sister, be careful, that uncle is very bad."

"Hehe, you call him uncle? He's not that old. Hmm, he might even be younger than me. And, President Mai is a good person. He has always protected me..." The floodgates of memory opened, and Liu Tao softly recounted how Mai Xiaoyu had stood up for her every time she was bullied after she signed with Mengren, and his plans for her career. "... He said he plans to arrange for me to star in a TV drama soon."

Yang Mi listened enviously and grabbed Liu Tao's hand. "I want to be on TV too. Sister, do you think I should join your company?"

...

Aimen Culture's crisis management was very strong, and their response was quick.

After Mai Xiaoyu clearly refused last night, they contacted him early this morning.

"Are you Mai Zi, the author of 'Boys Over Flowers'?" Large companies have a certain air, but this air often manifests as arrogance.

Hearing the arrogant tone on the phone and looking at his own Xiaomi phone, Mai Xiaoyu thought for eight seconds and then hung up decisively.

Half a minute later, the phone rang again. Mai Xiaoyu didn't say a word when he answered, and the other end spoke first. "I'm Zhang Kai, the security director of Aimen Culture..."

"Beep beep beep..."

Damn, he dared to hang up on me, and twice!

Zhang Kai was furious, but he still had to make the call.

"I'm from Aimen Culture..."

"Beep beep beep..."

He hung up again!

Call again!

"Don't hang up the..."

"Beep beep beep..."

"You..."

"Beep beep beep..."

After more than ten calls, every time Zhang Kai opened his mouth, Mai Xiaoyu hung up, making Zhang Kai's face turn green with anger.

At first, Zhang Kai was so angry that he was jumping around in his office, cursing. But eventually, he lost his temper and got used to being hung up on.

He was the brother-in-law of the general manager of Aimen Culture. In his younger days, he had been a street thug, and it was only because of his beautiful sister that he became the security director of Aimen Culture.

Last night, his brother-in-law gave him a strict order to do whatever it took to resolve the issue with Mai Xiaoyu and calm the situation as soon as possible.

With his street thug experience, he thought dealing with intellectuals was simple.

Don't argue with intellectuals because you can't win. Just be tough and scare them. Intellectuals value their reputation and their bodies, so they are easily scared.

So he assumed this approach would work on Mai Xiaoyu too.

Drawing comics, isn't that a form of culture?

But Mai Xiaoyu didn't play by the rules. As soon as Zhang Kai opened his mouth, Mai Xiaoyu hung up, and he did this more than ten times, making Zhang Kai furious with no outlet for his anger.

This isn't an intellectual, it's a damn tough guy!

Unable to make the call, he decided to send a text message.

Soon, Mai Xiaoyu's text message came back: "If you want something, you need to show the right attitude."

Damn, does Aimen Culture need to beg a comic artist?

Fine, you win.

Thinking of his brother-in-law's strict order, Zhang Kai called Mai Xiaoyu again, this time with a much lower tone.

"Mr. Mai? I'm Zhang Kai from Aimen Culture. I called you earlier."

The first time Zhang Kai called, Mai Xiaoyu knew it was from Aimen Culture from his opening words.

Not many people knew his Xiaomi phone number, and even fewer knew he was Mai Zi. Only Yang Linfei, Wu Guodong, Shueisha, and Aimen Culture knew. He had used this number when he entered the new talent competition.

"What do you want?"

"Here's the thing. There's been a small misunderstanding between you and our Aimen Culture magazine... Damn, he hung up again!"

Zhang Kai threw his phone in anger. The secretary, hearing the commotion, came in to check and was scolded so badly that she ran out with tears in her eyes.

Five minutes later, his anger subsided, but he still had to make the call. However, the phone was broken, and it cost over three thousand!

There was no choice but to use a landline.

This time, Zhang Kai got straight to the point. "Mai Zi, I've read your profile. You're from Yanjing too. Let's be straightforward. How much money will it take to settle this?"

"I don't want money," Mai Xiaoyu said calmly.

"Then what do you want?"

"Justice."

"What do you want?"

"Justice! Don't you owe me justice!"