Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 96 I am terrifyingly strong now

In the early winter nights of Lin'an, the chill could seep into your bones through your coat.

Wang Bo stood at the hotel entrance, looking at the brightly lit building in front of him.

"Are you nervous?" Su Xiaoxiao's voice came from the side.

Wang Bo turned his head, his eyes widening involuntarily.

Su Xiaoxiao wore a dark blue velvet evening gown today. It was extremely form-fitting, and every inch of it, from the shoulders to the waistline to the hem, fit her perfectly, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

She was wearing a short white mink coat, which she hadn't taken off yet, but the graceful curves beneath the dress were already faintly visible.

She pulled her long hair up high, revealing her slender, fair neck, and wore simple diamond stud earrings that shimmered with a cool light under the hotel entrance lights.

"It's not that I'm nervous," Wang Bo said, "it's just that I feel a bit constrained by this outfit."

He was wearing a black suit today, which Su Xiaoxiao had specially commissioned a tailor to make. It fit him so well that he felt a little uncomfortable.

The tie was dark red, also picked out by Su Xiaoxiao, who said it was both dignified and not rigid.

"You'll get used to it," Su Xiaoxiao said naturally, linking her arm with his. "Once you're in this industry, you'll inevitably encounter these kinds of occasions."

He felt a warm touch through the thin fabric of her dress, and Wang Bo stiffened slightly, but quickly recovered and let her hold his arm.

The two walked into the hotel lobby side by side, where the warmth of the heating system contrasted sharply with the cold outside.

Su Xiaoxiao naturally took off her mink coat and draped it over her arm.

Wang Bo's gaze drifted uncontrollably over there, then he forced himself to look away.

The deep blue velvet dress shimmered softly under the lights. The off-the-shoulder design revealed her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders, while the cinched waist accentuated her slender figure.

The skirt was slit up to above the knee, revealing glimpses of her straight calves as she walked.

"Watch where you're going." Su Xiaoxiao's voice was tinged with laughter, but she tightened her grip on his arm.

Wang Bo felt a soft touch on the side of his arm, his heart skipped a beat, and he cursed himself in his heart: Wang Bo, you've died once before, how come you have no self-control?

But the body's reaction doesn't lie; the heat rose from his lower abdomen, and he could only forcefully suppress it, shifting his attention to his surroundings.

The party was held in the banquet hall on the third floor of the hotel. When the two of them took the elevator up, they could already hear faint music and voices.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and their reflections were shown on the mirrored wall.

Su Xiaoxiao stood beside him, her high heels making her almost level with him.

She turned her head to tidy up the stray hairs by her ear, a movement that slightly opened the neckline of her dress. Wang Bo caught a glimpse of snow-white skin in the mirror and quickly looked away.

"Wang Bo," Su Xiaoxiao suddenly spoke, her eyes still fixed on her reflection in the mirror, "Do you know what's most important tonight?"

"Expanding one's network?" Wang Bo guessed.

"Wrong," Su Xiaoxiao turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling, "It's to let everyone know that you, Wang Bo, are now mine, Su Xiaoxiao's person."

Wang Bo was taken aback: "I've always been an artist in your company."

"That's different." Su Xiaoxiao smiled, a smile tinged with slyness and a hint of assertiveness. "After tonight, everyone in the industry will know that Wang Bo of Xiaoyi Culture is not only a talented singer, but also a promising investment. And..."

She tightened her grip on his arm: "Let those who want to steal me away see that our relationship is special, so they'd better not get any funny ideas."

The elevator doors opened, and a cacophony of voices and music flooded in.

The banquet hall was large, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm yellow light, and long tables were laden with exquisite desserts and drinks.

People dressed in formal attire and suits gathered in small groups to chat, the air thick with the scent of perfume, alcohol, and fake smiles.

"President Su is here!" A middle-aged man was the first to spot them, walking over with a wine glass in hand. "This must be Wang Bo, right? It's an honor to meet you!"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately put on a businesslike smile: "Director Zhang, it's been a long time. Let me introduce you. This is Wang Bo from our company. Wang Bo, and this is Director Zhang from the Blue Whale Music platform."

Wang Bo extended his hand: "Hello, Director Zhang."

"Good, good, good," Director Zhang shook his hand firmly, her eyes sizing him up as if assessing the value of a commodity. "I've listened to 'Once Upon a Time,' 'Blue Lotus,' and 'Travel.' Amazing! A young man with such talent has a bright future ahead of him!"

"Director Zhang, you flatter me," Wang Bo said modestly.

"No flattery, no flattery," Director Zhang said with a smile. "Our platform is planning an original music support program. If Wang Bo is interested, we can talk about it privately."

Su Xiaoxiao chimed in, "Director Zhang has excellent judgment, but Wang Bo is currently in the middle of a competition and time is tight. Shall we discuss this further after the competition?"

"Of course, of course, the competition is important!" Director Zhang nodded tactfully, handing over a business card. "That's all for now, let's arrange to meet another day."

After he left, Su Xiaoxiao whispered to Wang Bo, "Blue Whale Music has developed very quickly in recent years, but the terms are quite harsh. We can make contact first, but don't rush to agree."

Wang Bo nodded and put the business card away.

For the next half hour, Wang Bo experienced firsthand what "socializing hell" meant.

Almost every few steps, someone would come up to greet him. There were producers from music companies, directors from TV stations, music critics, and even two people who claimed to be representatives of brands who wanted him to be their spokesperson.

Su Xiaoxiao always held his arm, navigating the various characters with ease.

She would listen with a smile at times, respond cleverly at others, subtly steer the conversation toward Wang Bo's music at still others, and tactfully refuse some overly eager requests.

Wang Bo was mainly responsible for nodding, smiling, shaking hands, saying "thank you," and silently memorizing those tongue-twisting names and titles.

"Are you tired?" Su Xiaoxiao asked him softly during a break, her hand still linked with his arm.

"A little," Wang Bo said honestly, "It's more tiring than singing."

Su Xiaoxiao laughed: "This is nothing. Once you become famous, there will be plenty of occasions like this."

She took two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray and handed him one: "Have a drink, relax a bit, but don't drink too much, I know you can't hold your liquor."

Wang Bo took the wine glass. The original owner of this body did have a very poor alcohol tolerance, but he had been reborn and violently enlarged... cough, anyway, his physical fitness was now frighteningly strong.

It stood upright all night, without falling down.

"What are you thinking about?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"It's nothing," Wang Bo shook his head, "It just feels a little unreal."

Three months ago, he was a struggling, unknown singer who could barely afford his rent.

Three months later, he stood here, surrounded by a group of people flattering him, with a beautiful female boss whose figure was so good it made one's heart race.

"You'll get used to it eventually," Su Xiaoxiao said, taking a sip of champagne. "But Wang Bo, there's something I need to remind you of."