PNB Chapter 65 She's just an artist in my company
Chapter 65 She's just an artist in my company
On stage, the atmosphere at the press conference was solemn yet enthusiastic, and the conference officially began.
Fu Shiyue calmly straightened his exquisitely tailored coat, then strode confidently toward the center of the stage.
He walked with a steady and powerful gait, as if the whole world trembled slightly with his steps.
The moment he stepped onto the stage, his powerful aura instantly swept over the entire audience. The man's face was as cold and aloof as ice, yet he exuded an irresistible charm. His high nose bridge, well-defined lips, and resolute chin all highlighted his uniqueness.
He wore a dark, bespoke suit that perfectly accentuated his muscular physique, highlighting his tall and imposing figure. His hands were casually in his pockets, seemingly nonchalant, yet exuding an air of confident composure and control.
His eyes, deep as a still pool, were firm and sharp, as if they could see through everything in the world. Bathed in soft light, he stood there quietly, like a tranquil yet unwavering landscape, attracting the attention of everyone present.
Upon reaching the podium, Fu Shiyue reached out and gently picked up the microphone placed on it.
Then, his deep and magnetic voice slowly rang out: "Dear journalists, good afternoon! I am Fu Shiyue from Wanshen Group. Thank you all very much for attending this press conference. The main purpose of this press conference is to clarify some false rumors circulating recently and to eliminate unnecessary misunderstandings. If you have any questions, please ask them after I have finished speaking. Thank you in advance."
The room was completely silent; all the reporters sat quietly in their seats, awaiting his speech.
"Previously, I don't know where the rumors about me and a female artist in my company came from. This was completely fabricated. That day, there was a contract to sign with her. Of course, this contract was a later contract between Xu Qinghuan and my subsidiary, in preparation for entering Hollywood."
Upon hearing this, the audience exchanged bewildered glances. Xie Shiyun, standing below the stage, was also surprised by his remarks; she hadn't expected her boss to be so capable, even planning to expand the business overseas.
That's really amazing, no doubt about it.
"That's amazing...Mr. Fu."
Just then, the previously quiet atmosphere in the conference room was broken by a sudden question.
A woman wearing a brown hoodie and with long, flowing hair suddenly stood up. Her sharp eyes were fixed on Fu Shiyue on the stage, and she spoke without any hesitation:
"Mr. Fu, I'd like to know why you and Ms. Xu chose to discuss the contract privately, away from everyone else? What's even more puzzling is that we clearly saw Xu Qinghuan hug you from behind! How do you explain this?" The woman's clear and loud voice echoed throughout the conference room, drawing everyone's attention.
Clearly, this question from the woman was directed at both Fu Shiyue and Xu Qinghuan.
"Furthermore, doesn't President Fu understand the importance of maintaining distance from the artists in his company?"
"Yes, but Fu Shiyue, the esteemed head of Wan Shen, has actually been involved in a scandal with one of his own female artists..."
Immediately, opinions varied widely.
"Have you said enough?"
At that moment, the door opened—
Everyone's attention turned to the back.
It is Xu Qinghuan
She finally showed up...
Xu Qinghuan, dressed in a soft purple fishtail dress that rippled on the ground, walked gracefully and calmly. Her face was serene and gentle, her long black hair was styled up, with two slightly curled strands falling down.
She walked to Fu Shiyue's side, took the microphone, and said in a gentle, sweet voice, "Everyone, you can ask me any questions you have, and I can answer them for you."
"Ms. Xu, I still have the same question as before, and I think the reporters here today also want to know the answer to this question."
Xu Qinghuan took a deep breath and said calmly, "I regard President Fu as my idol. He is my mentor in my dream growth. I have never had any other thoughts. I have always dreamed of becoming the most powerful person, not because I am the daughter of the Xu family, but because I hope that when others talk about me, they will say that I am the actress Xu Qinghuan, not the heiress Xu Qinghuan. Do you understand?"
Her words drew applause from the reporters present, and the woman, after hearing them, remained silent and obediently sat down.
"If I find out that anyone is exaggerating my story, I will sue them!" After saying that, she handed the microphone back to Fu Shiyue and stood quietly beside him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, journalists, did you all hear that clearly? Wan Shen has given Xu Qinghuan a great opportunity for development. She is just an artist in my company. She will have more works to come, and in the future, she may enter the Hollywood market and let more people know her."
"Everyone, that's all I have to say. The innocent will clear themselves. I have many meetings to attend, so I'll end the press conference here for today. I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes, Mr. Fu." The host respectfully took the microphone.
That concludes today's press conference.
Afterwards, everyone left the scene.
After everything came to a close, Fu Shiyue returned to his spacious and bright office with steady steps. As soon as he stepped into the office, he quickly threw himself into the mountain of work.
The documents rustled as they were flipped through, and the data on the computer screen flickered and jumped, as if the whole world had been condensed into this small space.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar, followed by the office door being suddenly pushed open.
Xu Qinghuan burst in like a whirlwind, her beautiful eyes burning with fury as she stared intently at the man sitting behind the desk.
Following closely behind her was her assistant, who looked anxious and helpless.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fu! Miss Xu insisted on coming in to see you, and I couldn't stop her no matter what I did..." The assistant explained carefully, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
However, Fu Shiyue only slightly raised his head, without much change in expression on his face.
"It's alright, you can go out now," he said calmly, his tone as still as a calm lake.
The assistant, feeling as if granted a pardon, nodded hurriedly in agreement, then quickly left the room, gently closing the door behind him.
"Fu Shiyue! Why didn't you tell me beforehand that you had such a big plan to expand into the Hollywood market, and that you were even planning to send me abroad?" Xu Qinghuan shouted angrily at the man in front of her who was focused on processing the documents in his hands.
However, Fu Shiyue seemed completely oblivious to her anger, continuing to leisurely flip through the documents, and without even looking up, he calmly replied, "Xu Qinghuan, when did you become so impatient? How could you speak to your boss in such a accusatory tone? Who is really in charge here? Hmm?"
In fact, when Xu Qinghuan first learned of this news on stage, she was filled with shock and disbelief.
However, due to the occasion, she could not express her true emotions on the spot and could only hold back until she had the opportunity to ask Fu Shiyue for clarification in private.
Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not offer any explanation or reassurance, but also treated her with such a nonchalant and even slightly mocking attitude. How could she not be furious?
After all, this matter concerns her future work arrangements and personal development direction. If she could have had some communication and discussion beforehand, she might have been more likely to accept it. But now that things have come to this, everything seems so sudden and rushed.
"Shouldn't you have discussed this with me? I'm the one who's taking on this job! I'm the one who's going to carry it out! As the person directly involved, don't I even have the right to know in advance? Am I just a heartless, tireless work robot?"
She stared at him in disbelief, a wave of disappointment washing over her.
In her eyes, Fu Shiyue seemed to have completely regarded her as a tool for pursuing personal gain, without any regard for her feelings and needs.
It seems that from the moment she stepped into the glamorous and vain entertainment industry, she was destined to become a relentless money-making machine, constantly rushing between film sets and busily recording various programs...
"Xu Qinghuan, when you decided to enter this fiercely competitive entertainment industry, you should have anticipated all sorts of situations you might face, right? Filming year after year, frequently participating in the recording of various programs, and having almost no rest time is the norm. Of course, if you feel exhausted, you can adjust your pace and take a break, but you must never have such a negative and resistant attitude! I hope you can remember this and understand it deeply, understand?" Fu Shiyue said with a stern expression.
“Fu Shiyue, you…” Xu Qinghuan trembled with anger, her lips quivering slightly, but she couldn’t find the right words to refute the cold and ruthless man in front of her.
“You’re not feeling well. Go back and rest for a few days. Many brands and production companies that previously gave up on working with you have now sent messages saying they want to resume their collaborations. Get yourself in order first. I’ll have Xie Shiyun contact them first.”
She said nothing more, turned and left.
She thought that if she continued talking, she would get angry, and she wanted to be alone for a while.
After a while, Xie Shiyun entered the office.
He rubbed his temples, glanced outside; it was already dark.
"Mr. Fu, would you like to eat?"
He asked, "What do you want to eat?"
The night, like a huge black silk ribbon, slowly unfolded, enveloping this city that was somewhat lonely after its bustling and noisy days.
Xu Qinghuan walked alone on the street. The dim light of the street lamps shone on her, casting a long shadow that seemed to reflect her lonely mood at that moment.
The neon lights of the shops along the street flickered, but they could not illuminate the darkness deep within her heart.
Fu Shiyue's words echoed in her ears again and again, each word like a needle piercing her heart. She had originally entered the entertainment industry with dreams, hoping to conquer the audience with her acting skills and gain respect and love, but now she had become a pawn for others to pursue their own interests.
A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, bringing a touch of coolness. She looked up at the night sky, where countless stars twinkled, yet none seemed to understand her heart's secrets.
Walk forward, and you'll see a tavern, the Forget-Me-Not Tavern.
She went inside.
The tavern was nearly empty and felt rather deserted.
Seeing someone approaching, a boy came out.
He was probably a teenager, about 1.7 meters tall, with dark eyes, thin lips, and an icy expression. He was wearing a crisp white shirt.
"Hello, I'm the owner of this tavern, my name is Gu Ci. Would you like something to drink?"