novelraw Chapter 380: The Kiss of a Top-Tier Female Idol
Chapter 380: The Kiss of a Top-Tier Female Idol
Shenzhen Bay – Qingning Tower
Inside a spacious and well-lit negotiation room, the décor was modern and stylish, with various green plants and floral arrangements adding a touch of vibrancy.
“Looking forward to our collaboration, Yuwei. Best wishes for your new drama’s success!”
“Thank you, President Wang. It’s an honor to participate in your company’s branding campaign,” Bei Yuwei said with a gentle smile as she shook hands with Wang Miao, the Brand Director of Qingning Technology.
Qingning Technology was about to launch a new AI-powered search application, Qingmi AI, and Bei Yuwei had been invited to film a promotional video for the campaign.
Once the app went live, the video would be advertised on short video platforms, with a series of follow-up promotional activities planned—including a custom AI persona based on her, designed to interact with users.
For a rising star like Bei Yuwei, collaborating with an innovative tech unicorn was a great opportunity—not only boosting her exposure and branding but also strengthening her public image.
After finalizing the details, Wang Miao personally accompanied Bei Yuwei and her team out of the negotiation room.
They took the elevator straight down to the underground parking lot, where a black Toyota Alphard was waiting.
A few minutes later, the vehicle smoothly pulled away.Bei Yuwei leaned back into the soft leather seat, her off-shoulder dress perfectly accentuating her graceful figure, her entire posture relaxed.
Beside her, Bing Jie, her manager, lowered her voice.
“Yuwei, I just got word—President Mo is in Shenzhen. Right now, she’s at Juxing Huicui’s Shenzhen branch. This is a golden opportunity.”
Juxing Huicui’s General Partner (GP) was Sutang Investment Management, and the actual controller was Su Yu.
Mo Xiangwan, Su Yu’s former agent and close friend, also served as a consultant for the firm, overseeing decision-making and regulatory matters.
“What?!” Bei Yuwei’s eyes lit up with excitement. She turned to her assistant in the front seat.
“Xiao Li, contact Juxing Huicui’s fundraising department. Tell them I still have some questions about this round of investments and would like to visit for further discussion.”
“Got it! I’ll call right now.”
Assistant Xiao Li swiftly grabbed her phone and dialed the number.
Meanwhile, Bing Jie patted Bei Yuwei’s hand, gently cautioning her.
“Don’t rush things too much—take it step by step. First, build a good relationship with President Mo.”
“I understand, Bing Jie.” Bei Yuwei nodded, her eyes flickering with thoughts and calculations.
Her rise to stardom had been fueled by the right roles, sheer luck, and the powerful media resources of Tang Zong Entertainment and Xingyun International.
Every year, the entertainment industry produced countless new ‘traffic stars’ like her—most of whom burned bright like meteors, only to fade away just as quickly.
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Even within Tang Zong Entertainment, she was just a tool for generating quick revenue.
At the same time, she faced endless scrutiny and hidden threats—subtle signals and unwanted advances coming from her manager, brand partners, executives, and even a board member of Tang Zong Entertainment.
Powerful figures she could not afford to offend.
For now, she still had fame and commercial value, allowing her to protect herself.
But once the hype around Listening to the Falling Rain died down, if she failed to secure another major project, her popularity would inevitably decline.
When that happened, her future wouldn’t be promising—just like many of the forgotten stars before her.
At the root of it, her foundation was too weak.
She had entered the industry late, and lacked a strong network and an extensive portfolio.
But then, by pure chance, she had overheard Su Yu’s assistant on a phone call—a call that revealed an opportunity to change her fate.
That was why she had made a bold move, appearing in He Yiyi’s live-stream, helping Songmei Fashion gain massive exposure.
And she had bet correctly.
Since then, she had secured three high-quality endorsements and a coveted film role.
Even though it was only a supporting role, it still elevated her status—allowing her to transition from a web drama second lead to a major production’s ensemble cast.
She had even been invited to become a Limited Partner (LP) at Juxing Huicui.
And, as rumor had it, all of this was Mo Xiangwan’s doing.
Now that President Mo was in Shenzhen, she had to seize this opportunity to strengthen their relationship.
Having Mo Xiangwan as a backer would at least shield her from the industry’s darker side.
If even Mo Xiangwan couldn’t protect her, then… she’d have to accept her fate.
Sighing softly, a certain face surfaced in Bei Yuwei’s mind—
Tang Song.
The President of Songmei Fashion.
She had watched all of Songmei Fashion’s promotional videos.
And in one of their "CEO Series" clips, she had caught a glimpse of his face.
Even though it had been a fleeting moment, it had burned into her memory.
President Tang…
She had never mentioned the details of that phone call—not even to her manager—because of one name she had overheard: "President Tang."
If Su Yu’s assistant had addressed this "Tang" so respectfully, then he must have been someone powerful—perhaps even a company board member.
If only she could get closer to him…
But he was in Yan City.
If she deliberately traveled there, combined with her previous "He Yiyi incident," it would be too obvious.
If things spiraled out of control, she wouldn’t be able to contain the situation.
Huayun Center – Juxing Huicui Shenzhen Branch
“Yuwei, we’ve arrived.”
Manager Bing Jie reminded her, “Be careful with your words around President Mo. Less is more.”
“Got it, Bing Jie. Don’t worry.”
Taking a deep breath, Bei Yuwei put on a face mask and sunglasses before stepping out of the car with her assistant.
Since her investment was under her personal name, it wouldn’t be appropriate for her manager to tag along—it might give President Mo the wrong impression and lead to suspicion.
Walking through the office lobby, she was escorted upstairs by Juxing Huicui’s staff.
As she entered the main office area, numerous employees turned their heads, whispering excitedly.
While celebrity visits weren’t uncommon, Bei Yuwei was currently at the peak of her fame.
Even a simple Weibo post about her lunch could garner over 100,000 comments.
Naturally, her presence caused a stir.
Finally, she arrived at a private negotiation room.
Hearing the fundraising manager’s words, Bei Yuwei’s expression froze in shock.
“What?! President Mo is in the office?! Seriously?!”
“Yes,” the manager replied with a polite smile. “President Mo arrived this morning for a meeting. She just finished.”
“Um…” Bei Yuwei bit her lip, eyes filled with hope.
“Manager Zhao, President Mo has always looked after me. I’ve been meaning to express my gratitude. Could I… see her for a moment?”
As an actress, Bei Yuwei’s acting skills were top-tier.
She displayed just the right mix of admiration, gratitude, and reverence—making her request seem natural.
Considering her celebrity status and the ongoing investment discussions, Manager Zhao saw no reason to refuse.
“Alright, follow me to the Director’s Office.”
Bei Yuwei’s heart pounded faster as she whispered, “Thank you, Manager Zhao. I’ll find you in T3 after this.”
She removed her mask and sunglasses, took a deep breath, and put on her sweetest, most obedient smile.
Then—
"Knock, knock, knock—"
“Come in.”
She opened the office door and met Mo Xiangwan’s gaze—sharp, penetrating, as if she could see right through her.
Mo Xiangwan let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she saw right through Bei Yuwei’s intentions.
“No need to thank me—just make sure to seize your opportunities.”
She leaned back slightly, her sharp eyes filled with an unreadable glint.
“If you ever run into a problem you can’t solve, feel free to contact me directly.”
Bei Yuwei had inadvertently done a favor for Tang Song and Su Yu—which meant she had entered their field of view.
She also had undeniable potential.
Within certain limits, Mo Xiangwan didn’t mind giving her a bit of support.
“Thank you, President Mo!” Bei Yuwei’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
She forced herself to remain calm and added, “I won’t take up any more of your time. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
Gently closing the office door behind her, Bei Yuwei clenched her fists tightly, a thrill of joy flashing through her eyes.
She had never expected that Mo Xiangwan would personally give her a promise.
This was as good as having a protective talisman—something that could come in handy at a critical moment.
Regulating her emotions, she lightly stepped into the T3 conference room.
As soon as she entered, a figure stood up from his seat—a young man in his mid-twenties.
With sharp brows, bright eyes, and a naturally confident air, he radiated a refined yet carefree charm.
“Hello, Miss Bei.” His voice was lighthearted, teasing. “I’m Xiang Kai, an industry analyst from the investment department and part of this fund’s operations team.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.
Also—just so you know, you’re even more beautiful in person than online.”
“Thank you.”
Bei Yuwei smiled politely, developing a favorable first impression of him.
Xiang Kai was good-looking and well-mannered, exuding the aura of a young financial elite.
“I heard you landed the second female lead in Finale—that’s a big production. Congratulations.”
“Oh?” Bei Yuwei blinked in surprise.
“How do you know about that?”
The casting hadn’t been officially announced yet—she had only just received the script.
Xiang Kai’s smile deepened.
“My father works at Leteng Pictures and is good friends with Finale’s director, Lü Baiyu.”
“Ah, that explains it.”
Bei Yuwei’s eyes flickered slightly, and her gaze toward Xiang Kai subtly changed.
Anyone who was close to a director like Lü Baiyu had to be at least a senior executive at Leteng.
While Leteng Pictures wasn’t on the same level as Tang Zong Entertainment, it still had a solid industry reputation.
They exchanged a few pleasantries before taking their seats at the conference table.
Bei Yuwei kept up her act, smiling as she listened to the financial jargon that she barely understood, nodding along at appropriate moments.
Century Zhixue Technology Co., Ltd.
The orange-red sunset streamed through the clouds, illuminating the office.
The rhythmic click-clack of a keyboard echoed in the quiet room.
Seated at her desk, Liu Qingning wore a faint smile, alternating between organizing work documents and replying to Tang Song’s messages.
Along the way, she sent him the location of tonight’s dinner.
Just then, the sound of heels clicking against the floor approached.
Liu Qingning glanced up, immediately standing up when she recognized the person.
“Professor Wang, you’re here.”
Despite it being summer break, Professor Wang Chang had been exceptionally busy.
Lately, however, she had stayed in Shenzhen—probably because their team was resigning, and she wanted to keep an eye on things.
“Qingning, I have something to discuss with you. Sit.”
Professor Wang patted her shoulder before taking a seat beside her.
Liu Qingning sat up straight, her expression turning serious.
“What’s the matter?”
Professor Wang pondered for a moment before speaking gently.
“You and Qingfeng’s group will be receiving your equity transfer payments soon.
For you, this will be a significant sum of money.
To help you manage your wealth effectively, I reached out to a large private equity firm with strong financial backing.
They’re about to launch a new fund, primarily targeting artificial intelligence and new energy investments—a great opportunity.”
Hearing the familiar description, Liu Qingning blinked before asking—
“Professor, what’s the name of the firm?”
“Juxing Huicui!”
Professor Wang smiled. “It’s the investment company led by Su Yu, backed by Tang Zong Entertainment and Jingwu Capital.”
Liu Qingning let out a small chuckle.
“What a coincidence.”
“This morning, Xiang Kai invited me to their Friday gala.
I already agreed—I wanted to learn more about their new fund.”
“…Oh.”
Professor Wang was momentarily taken aback.
“Xiang Kai?”
“Mhm.”
“He used to work at a major new energy firm, but last year, he joined Juxing Huicui as an industry analyst.”
“…What a small world.”
Professor Wang’s gaze shifted slightly before she nodded thoughtfully.
“That works out, then. I’ll inform Qingfeng’s group.”
With that, she stood up and walked further into the office.
Lifting her phone, she dialed a number.
“Hello, President Mo.”
“I’ve spoken to Qingning, but there was an unexpected development.
“Yes, Xiang Kai is indeed her university classmate, though they weren’t in the same major.
I never paid much attention to him before, so I didn’t realize he had joined Juxing Huicui.”
“…Understood. Got it. Bye.”
Huayun Center – Juxing Huicui
Bei Yuwei wrapped up her conversation and stood up to say her goodbyes.
Xiang Kai’s eyes flickered slightly before he handed her his business card.
“Miss Bei, if you have any further questions, feel free to contact me.
Also, a university friend of mine is a huge fan of yours.
Could I trouble you for an autograph?”
Bei Yuwei accepted the card and responded cheerfully.
“Of course!”
She turned to her assistant, who quickly retrieved a glossy signed photo from her bag and handed it over.
“Thank you.”
Xiang Kai flashed a charming smile.
“I look forward to your performance at the Friday gala.”
“See you then.”
Bei Yuwei waved lightly, and her assistant hurried to hand her mask and sunglasses back.
Returning to the Hotel
Once back inside the black Toyota Alphard, Bei Yuwei let out a long exhale.
Manager Bing Jie lowered her voice.
“Well? How did it go?”
“Perfect.”
Bei Yuwei flashed an ‘OK’ sign, her smile barely concealed.
“Looks like President Mo really is paying attention to me.”
Bing Jie nodded.
“Good. Make sure you don’t waste this opportunity.”
“I won’t.”
Bei Yuwei leaned back, closing her eyes with a satisfied expression.
“Let’s head back to the hotel.
I’m completely exhausted these days, and Friday’s gala will be another big event.
Might as well use Qingning Technology’s promo shoot as an excuse to get some proper rest.”
The Alphard smoothly pulled away, heading for Raffles Hotel Shenzhen, directly across from Qingning Tower—the very same venue where Juxing Huicui’s Friday gala would be held.
It saved her a lot of time.
As the sun sank lower, hidden behind thick clouds, the sky darkened.
The towering Shenzhen Bay No.1, Tower T7 came into view.
Peering through the privacy glass, Bei Yuwei gazed at the city’s dazzling skyline.
Suddenly—
Her eyes widened sharply, and she blurted out—
“Stop the car!”
Bei Yuwei didn’t answer right away.
Her sharp gaze was locked onto a figure outside the car window.
He was casually walking along the sidewalk outside Shenzhen Bay No.1, carrying a shopping bag in one hand.
His tall, well-proportioned frame, combined with his sharp side profile, immediately stood out from the crowd.
As if sensing the car slowing beside him, he instinctively glanced toward the vehicle.
In that moment, their eyes met—his chiseled face separated from hers only by the privacy glass.
"Thump, thump, thump—"
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
Fate had favored her once again.
She had actually run into the man she had been thinking about—
Tang Song.
“Bing Jie, you guys go back to the hotel first. I have something to take care of,” Bei Yuwei said, hurriedly pulling on her mask and sunglasses.
“What?” Bing Jie’s tone turned serious. “Yuwei, your popularity is sky-high right now—you can’t afford to risk a public mishap!”
“I’ll be quick. Besides, it’s only two or three hundred meters away—I’ll be fine.”
Without waiting for further objections, Bei Yuwei opened the car door and stepped out.
Bing Jie gritted her teeth.
“Fine. We’ll wait right here, but you have to be back in 30 minutes—no more!”
“Got it!”
With a soft click, the car door shut again.
Bei Yuwei broke into a light jog, chasing after the figure ahead.
But as the distance closed, her pace slowed down.
She bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, then stepped forward—positioning herself right beside him.
A faint, elegant fragrance wafted toward Tang Song, followed by a gentle brush against his right arm.
Then, a soft and pleasant voice reached his ears—
“Excuse me, could you do me a favor?”
Tang Song turned his head, his gaze landing on a young woman dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans.
She was wearing a mask and sunglasses, but her slender figure, smooth skin, and natural grace were still noticeable.
And she looked… familiar.
“What’s wrong?” Tang Song paused and looked at her in confusion.
The young woman touched his hand lightly and whispered—
“Don’t stop. Keep walking, please. I need your help.”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, but chose to continue moving forward.
She leaned in slightly, her voice crystal clear—
“I’m a small-time celebrity, and I think a fan might have spotted me. They’ve been following me, but they aren’t completely sure yet.
My schedule here is strictly confidential, and I absolutely can’t be exposed.
So, let’s just pretend we’re a couple. Walk with me through the mall at Shenzhen Bay No.1, and they should lose suspicion.”
At the word “celebrity”, a name instantly flashed through Tang Song’s mind.
Bei Yuwei.
The name was all too familiar to him—after all, she was a key character in the system's mission triggers.
He had watched countless replays of her livestream appearance, so he was quite familiar with her features.
After taking a closer look at her posture and voice, he was sure—it was definitely her.
But there was no way he believed that a top-tier celebrity would randomly grab a stranger to play her fake boyfriend just to avoid a fan.
His mind raced for a moment, before he smiled slightly and said—
“Alright. No problem.”
“Thank you.”
Before he could react, Bei Yuwei wrapped her arms around his, pressing her chest against his arm.
The soft, bouncy sensation made Tang Song’s expression turn slightly amused.
Since it was summer, her T-shirt was incredibly thin, making the contact even more obvious.
“Can I ask your name?” she whispered.
“Tang Song.”
“Got it. Thanks, Tang Song-ge.”
She playfully shook his arm, making their closeness look natural.
As they walked through the mall, they chatted casually about fashion and coffee—Bei Yuwei keeping her tone light and affectionate, like a real couple.
They shopped for clothes, bought takeaway coffee, and even had a light meal together.
For twenty full minutes, they strolled naturally through the area.
Finally, Bei Yuwei pulled him into a quiet stairwell.
“Thank you, Tang Song-ge. It’s all clear now. You’ve really helped me today.”
Tang Song chuckled softly.
“No problem, Miss Bei Yuwei.”
Her eyes widened slightly.
“Ah, so you recognized me…”
“Of course. You’re incredibly popular right now. I even watched Listening to the Falling Rain.”
Bei Yuwei smiled, her gaze sparkling.
She reached up and slowly removed her mask, revealing her delicate, smooth skin and rosy lips.
Her long, silky hair shifted slightly as she adjusted her oversized sunglasses.
With a soft voice, she murmured—
“How about a picture? Just to commemorate our little fate.”
“Sure.”
Tang Song’s lips curved slightly, silently watching her little act.
Technically, she was one of his employees—since she was part of the system’s mission for Songmei Fashion.
Given that Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan were also involved in the same game mechanics, it made sense that she was eager to get closer to him.
Bei Yuwei pulled out her phone, switched to the camera, and once again wrapped her arms around his.
“Say cheese~”
Click—
She glanced at the photo and then smirked slightly.
Before Tang Song could react, she rose onto her tiptoes—
And kissed him.
Click—
The camera shutter clicked again, freezing the moment in time.
Before he could process what had just happened, Bei Yuwei had already put away her phone, her movements swift and practiced.
Slipping her mask back on, she grabbed one of the takeaway coffees from his hand and spoke in fluent Cantonese—
“Thanks for the coffee, handsome. Bye-bye~”
Then, with graceful ease, she pushed open the stairwell’s exit door and walked away, her curves swaying slightly as she disappeared into the distance.
The sky had already darkened by the time she left the mall.
As she replayed the past few moments in her mind, the corners of her lips curled upward.
There was no denying it—he was incredibly attractive, and his personality was unexpectedly warm.
If she ever had to "sacrifice for art", why couldn’t it be him?
Now, the next question was—
How could she make sure that Su Yu saw their "intimate" photo?