Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Bewildering First Time

"Impossible. If I bring you into Advance Media, Uncle Luo would have my head."
Half an hour later, Wei Xi was completely sober, trailing after Chen Nian and pestering him to sign her into Dawn Media.
At the same time, Chen Nian received a call from Luo Xiaoyi.
On the call, Luo Xiaoyi informed Chen Nian that Wei Xi's return to the capital this time was to confront her family about her determination to become an actress.
Honestly, with the background of the Wei family in the capital, how could they possibly agree to let their only heiress enter such a chaotic and murky industry?
To keep Wei Xi from acting recklessly, her family had placed her under house arrest.
Her return to Rong City was only possible because she managed to slip out while her family was careless.
If he actually signed this heiress of the Wei family—beloved prodigy of the calligraphy world—into his company, wouldn't the calligraphy world’s bigwigs tear him limb from limb?
His media company had only just gotten off the ground; the last thing he needed was to provoke a walking disaster.
"I'm already an adult. This is my own choice; it has nothing to do with them," Wei Xi pouted, sulking.
"Miss Wei, my humble company cannot handle someone like you. Please, have mercy on me."
"I couldn't care less about your background in the capital, but the money I used to register this company was borrowed from Uncle Luo. If I sign you, how am I supposed to explain it to him?"
"I don't care!" Wei Xi shouted in a fit of anger.
"In your own lyrics, you sing about making a wrong turn, only realizing it after walking that path for so long!"
"I've finally found what I truly love to do. I don't want to keep making mistakes!"
"If you don’t sign me, I’m not leaving. I just won’t leave!"
With that, Wei Xi flopped onto the sofa, curling herself into a ball.
Chen Nian had to admit, her face was truly made for acting.
But Wei Xi’s identity had already sealed her fate—her family would never allow her to sully herself in the entertainment industry.
Seeing Wei Xi’s stubborn, earnest expression, Chen Nian pulled a wry smile.
"Are you sure about this?"
"I’ve been drinking, you know. In my current state, I can’t guarantee I won’t do something inappropriate."
As he spoke, Chen Nian edged closer to Wei Xi.
"You—don’t you dare!" Wei Xi retorted, her cheeks flushed.
But in this situation, it would only add a certain excitement.

"Don’t come any closer!"
Watching Chen Nian approach, Wei Xi truly panicked.
As the Wei family’s heiress, no one had ever dared treat her so rudely.
"Get lost!" Wei Xi hurled the cushion in her hands at Chen Nian and immediately dashed for the door.
Watching her flee as if escaping death, Chen Nian gave a lopsided smile.
"See? If you can’t even handle this, how do you expect to survive in the entertainment industry? By relying on your status as the Wei family’s heiress?"
Wei Xi froze at his words, then fell into deep thought.
Seeing this, Chen Nian assumed she’d come to her senses. "It’s good if you’ve figured things out. Stay here tonight, go back to the capital tomorrow. Just now Uncle Luo told me your family is really worried about you."
With that, Chen Nian ignored Wei Xi and stumbled into his room, collapsing onto the bed.
Honestly, was Ye Hao's liquor fake? He’d only had two glasses, yet he was already feeling tipsy.
Before he knew it, he drifted into a deep sleep.
Outside in the living room, Wei Xi snapped out of her reverie.
Clenching her teeth as if making a life-altering decision, she strode toward Chen Nian’s room.
Half-asleep, Chen Nian suddenly felt someone undressing him—removing his clothes, shoes, socks...

The next morning, Chen Nian awoke with a splitting hangover.
He rubbed his aching head, groping around the bed for his missing phone.
Instead of his phone, his hand landed on something smooth and springy. To confirm what he was holding, he gave it a squeeze.
"Mm..."
Suddenly, a woman’s moan sounded beside his ear.
A flash of clarity struck him; jolting upright in bed.
Looking at Wei Xi still asleep at his side, Chen Nian frowned, pulling back the covers to reveal his naked lower half.
He knew instantly—he was doomed.

"I’ve spoken with Uncle Luo. You’ll start as my assistant, but you can’t neglect your calligraphy. I’ll assign you tasks every day, and you have to finish them on time, understood?"
At breakfast, Chen Nian spoke while eating a bowl of plain noodle soup.
"I understand," Wei Xi nodded, her face barely able to hide her excitement.
After breakfast, Chen Nian hailed a cab and brought Wei Xi to the media company.

At this hour, only Ai Ting was in the recording studio.
There was no other way—at present, apart from him, Dawn Media only had two artists: Ai Ting and Xing Fei.
"Wow, she sounds amazing," Wei Xi marveled, watching Ai Ting through the studio glass.
When Ai Ting came out, she glanced coldly at Chen Nian.
Chen Nian was used to this by now, unfazed.
"Yes, not bad. The songwriting and arrangement for this track are excellent." Ever since witnessing Chen Nian’s true abilities, Ai Ting had pestered him to write songs for her.
After a while, the improvement was remarkable—her progress evident compared to before.
"Is there something you need?" Ai Ting asked coldly.
"What do you mean, do I need something? I’m the boss here. Do I need to report to you when I come to my own company?" Chen Nian smiled wryly.
Ai Ting rolled her eyes but said no more.
"This is Wei Xi, our new assistant."
"And this is Ai Ting, our company’s top singer."
After the introductions, Chen Nian continued, "For now, she’ll shadow you. If you need anything, just let her know."
"My show’s about to start recording, so I’ll be off."
With that, Chen Nian left the two bewildered women behind and walked out without looking back.
Wei Xi and Ai Ting exchanged awkward glances.
"Hello, Senior Ai Ting. My name is Wei Xi, but you can call me Xiaoxi," Wei Xi finally broke the ice, determined to take the first step.
"Hello, I’m Ai Ting..."
Meanwhile, having left Wei Xi in Ai Ting’s care, Chen Nian hurried to the set of "Creation Camp."

At the same time, Lin Xinrou—the most high-profile contestant this season—arrived at the last minute.
Outside the studio, hundreds of Lin Xinrou’s diehard fans had gathered to cheer for their goddess.
"Don’t worry, Goddess Lin, we’ll always be here for you!"
"Plagiarism accusations don’t matter! With our strength, we’ll just start over if we have to!"
"Goddess Lin, I love you! You’ll always be the best..."