I Dominate the Entertainment Industry Through Top-Tier Star-Making - Chapter 15

How many times has it been that I’ve gone to Cheng Yi’s house for the Mid-Autumn Festival?

“Mr. Yu, this is the preliminary employee list for Aohuang Entertainment, and it has been printed out.” Dai Lin handed the document over to Yu Aolan for review.

Yu Aolan glanced at it, matching the names to the faces before setting it aside and instructing, “They can’t move yet, so they’ll stay at the headquarters for now. Let them continue their original work for the time being, and we will assign tasks when we need their help. I’ll have Xiong Zhuxuan take charge of this matter.”

Last time, Xiong Zhuxuan’s self-nomination had a huge impact. The project she proposed left Yu Aolan, who had the memory of the next twenty years, feeling enlightened and made a lasting impression on her.

So Yu Aolan immediately decided to appoint her as the head of the preliminary employee group for Aohuang, granting her the right to report to her office separately.

Everyone with a discerning eye knows that being able to receive direct orders from Mr. Yu means she has already stepped into the core circle of Aohuang.

Xiong Zhuxuan was very excited about this, eager for a task to prove she was worthy of Yu Aolan’s expectations.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have that opportunity in the short term and could only sigh softly to herself.

“Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, so don’t let them work too late. They should all head home to celebrate early.”

“Understood.” Dai Lin’s eyes curved with a smile.

With Mr. Yu’s words, those who usually stayed late working until ten or eleven could finally have a break. The company must be cleared out by nine, Dai Lin thought to herself, feeling delighted.

“Uncle Pang.” Yu Aolan suddenly called out.

Dai Lin was about to leave when she heard Mr. Yu’s words and instinctively turned her head left and right to look around.

There was no one there.

However, the next second, Pang Jun had silently appeared before Mr. Yu.

“Miss.” Pang Jun called out respectfully.

Dai Lin jumped slightly at his sudden appearance; where did this uncle pop out from?

She vaguely knew he was someone from Yu Aolan’s circle but had only seen him once or twice, making her impression of him: inconspicuous and elusive.

It was as if, despite his presence in the office earlier, she had subconsciously overlooked him entirely.

But once she remembered Yu Aolan’s status, Dai Lin understood.

A bodyguard isn’t much; without a line of muscular men and an arsenal of equipment, that was already considered quite low-key.

Yu Aolan was unaware that her seemingly calm and composed secretary actually had such lively thoughts.

She simply instructed Pang Jun, “I won’t be going back directly; just take me to Cheng Yi Company.”

“Understood,” Pang Jun replied.

He knew that every year for Mid-Autumn Festival, the Cheng family would invite the young lady to celebrate together. The friendship that had been passed down through generations was something to cherish.

“You don’t have to return to the ancestral home today; go celebrate at home.”

“Miss…”

“Besides being the butler of the Yu family, you are also a husband and a father.”

Pang Jun’s words of refusal were on the tip of his tongue but were swallowed with a soft sigh. He gave Yu Aolan a grateful glance. “Thank you, Miss.”

Yu Aolan was not good at handling such situations. She feigned impatience and waved her hand, “Okay, I’ll pack my things and come over right away.”

Pang Jun lowered his eyes, hiding a smile in his heart.

When Yu Aolan arrived at Cheng Yi Company, Cheng Yi had just stopped all work and was wrapping up some tasks.

“Here? Sit for a while,” Cheng Yi said warmly, letting the coldness around him dissipate as he noticed her, his hands quickly flipping through documents.

Yu Aolan sat on the sofa, slightly pursing her lips, controlling her voice to a moderation, “I wonder who made me arrive on time.”

Cheng Yi was helpless. Just as he was about to say something, Secretary Chen entered with red tea, his tone lightening a bit, “So, I’m here to make amends in advance, Miss Yu. Would you do me the honor of having a cup of red tea?”

Chen Yizhi seized the opportunity to bring the tea over and then respectfully stood by.

Previously, he had only heard of Cheng Yi having one opposite-sex friend, who was also the heir to the Yu Group, possessing an impressive aura.

Now, seeing him in person, he truly was imposing, and…

Aside from his excellent education and significant work experience, Chen Yizhi excelled due to his strong insight and ability to adapt to circumstances.

These qualities completely overshadowed his slight age disadvantage, allowing him to smoothly become the coveted personal secretary to Cheng Yi.

Originally, he thought this opportunity was far in the future, but suddenly, his radar was buzzing.

Just from observing the interaction between the two CEOs, he could tell that Yu was the dominant one.

Furthermore, Cheng Yi had only one female friend over the years, and their backgrounds and appearances matched so well. It seemed…

Well, I can’t be wrong in my thinking.

Standing to the side with his head down, Chen Yizhi’s eyes were racing around, a glimmer of insight flashing past.

“This is my newly hired secretary. His tea is exceptional and should suit your taste,” Cheng Yi introduced.

“Well, since President Cheng has spoken, I must give it a good taste,” Yu Aolan said, naturally accepting the offer Cheng Yi extended.

She lifted the tea cup and took a sip.

Indeed, it was at just the right temperature, with the most perfect flavor; this indeed was Chen Yizhi’s expertise.

The moment he had walked in, Yu Aolan recognized him—after all, he was a friend she had known for almost twenty years. Having drunk his tea for so many years, she couldn’t say she understood it one hundred percent, but she could guess what he would say next about seventy or eighty percent of the time.

Back in her previous life, upon seeing Chen Yizhi, she would have snapped back at him immediately.

After all, this seasoned character spoke without missing a beat, not only responding to every jab but also retaliating subtly, making it difficult for anyone to catch his errors. He was like an eel, slippery and hard to grasp.

However, recalling the incident where she almost exposed herself in front of Cheng Yi last time, Yu Aolan warned herself once again: she must not reveal any hints.

“Quite nice, it’s to my taste,” Yu Aolan appropriately displayed a surprised expression before giving Chen Yizhi a once-over.

“This new secretary seems reliable.”

Though not her boss, Chen Yizhi immediately expressed gratitude upon receiving praise. With a smile like Maitreya Buddha’s, it was hard for anyone to feel upset.

“Not afraid of people,” Yu Aolan said with a smile.

Receiving Aolan’s affirmation, Cheng Yi also smiled. “As long as you’re satisfied.”

To be honest, during the interview process, he had been torn between Chen Yizhi and another candidate. He believed that a straightforward person was easier to manage compared to someone who could read minds too well.

However, during their conversation, Chen Yizhi had mentioned that he was particularly good at making various beverages, which caught Cheng Yi’s attention immediately.

Because Aolan didn’t eat much, but she loved to drink all kinds of miscellaneous drinks. As she grew up and became more concerned about her image, she gradually replaced those with tea.

Among the various teas, red tea was the most suited to her taste and had health benefits due to its warmth.

Over time, every time she visited, Cheng Yi would make her a cup.

Thus, this tea-making skill significantly increased Chen Yizhi’s chances of being selected.

Combining that first meeting when Aolan casually referred to him as “Xiao Chen,” Cheng Yi didn’t fully understand why but figured he would go with “Secretary Xiao Chen.”

At that moment, Chen Yizhi was unaware of any of this.

If he knew, he would surely become more steadfast in his stance of matchmaking Cheng Yi and Yu Aolan, unwavering for a hundred years.

After a few casual words of greeting, Cheng Yi finally completed his wrap-up tasks.

The two headed out together. Cheng Yi habitually opened the rear car door for her and then took the driver’s seat.

He usually had a dedicated driver, but it was the Mid-Autumn Festival today, so they were given time off.

Once Yu Aolan settled in, she leaned back in her seat, squinting her eyes for a nap. After a day of handling business affairs, she was indeed tired.

Cheng Yi glanced at the rearview mirror without saying anything; the temperature inside the car grew slightly warmer.

His driving skills matched his personality—steady all the way, without a bump—so Yu Aolan slept soundly.

When the car left the city and entered a straight road, passing a heavily-guarded security booth, a mansion slowly came into view.

This mansion couldn’t be called extravagant, but it certainly was not low-key—this was the residence of Cheng Yi’s parents during their retirement. They spent their time gardening and playing golf, enjoying a unique lifestyle.

Most importantly, it was far from conflicts and quiet enough, signaling Cheng Yi’s parents’ complete relinquishment of power.

Even though he didn’t agree with his parents’ taste in aesthetics and, as their son, had no say in the purchase of the mansion, just seeing the place and the beautiful flowers planted at the entrance made his head throb.

If it weren’t for the holidays, he really wouldn’t want to come back.

“Aolan, we’re here,” Cheng Yi softly said as he turned off the air conditioning.

“…Hmm?” Yu Aolan blinked her sleepy eyes and propped herself up. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

She usually had light sleep and was surprised she had slept for so long.

“I saw you were sleeping so well, so I didn’t wake you up,” Cheng Yi’s fleeting concern flashed through his mind. For the new entertainment company, Aolan had recently been so busy that she had dark circles under her eyes; was it really worth it?

However, he also understood that Aolan’s decisions were not something he could easily change. All he could do was support and cooperate.

Yu Aolan didn’t blame him, feeling much better after a nap.

She slightly tidied her clothes and hair before getting out of the car to follow Cheng Yi.

As soon as she entered, her white slippers were prominently placed at the entrance. The aroma of food wafted in from far away, and even the lavishly decorated interior was gently infused with the warmth of home.

Yu Aolan stared at the slippers for a moment, and her eyelashes fluttered as she smiled to herself.

How did I ever think that no one cared about me back then?