My Moonlight Overlord

Episode7

**Chapter 7**

News spreads quickly in the entertainment industry.

The day after YunHe’s meeting with Chen Yi, she received a call from her agent, Zhu Yao, first thing in the morning.

Zhu Yao only told her to come to the office, without offering any details.

YunHe didn't press for more. Both sides were well aware of the situation.

Xiaotang went with her, but as luck would have it, as soon as they walked into the company lobby, they ran into Song Sisi, fresh off the elevator.

Song Sisi was clearly off to some event, surrounded by her manager, assistant, and bodyguards.

YunHe quickly pulled Xiaotang to the side, hugging the wall to give the diva space, hoping Song Sisi would ignore them.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.

The usually haughty Song Sisi unexpectedly directed her attention toward YunHe, picking her out of the crowd with precision.

Song Sisi stopped in her tracks.

YunHe inwardly cursed her bad luck.

Seeing no way out, she reluctantly greeted her, "Good morning, Sister Sisi."

Though YunHe was actually a year older than Song Sisi, the entertainment industry respected seniority in terms of fame, not age.

Song Sisi raised her chin in acknowledgment.

Behind her sunglasses, her gaze bore into YunHe’s face. YunHe felt as if Song Sisi’s stare would soon drill a hole through her.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Song Sisi let out a cold laugh. "Well, YunHe, I didn’t expect you to cozy up to President Meng so quickly."

Since they were on home turf, Song Sisi made no effort to hide her disdain, her words laced with sarcasm as she hurled accusations at YunHe.

YunHe raised an eyebrow but quickly mastered her expression, putting on her best confused face.

With wide, innocent eyes, she asked, "Huh? Who’s President Meng?"

Song Sisi: "..."

Feigning realization, YunHe said, "Oh, you mean the president of Chengfeng who treated us to dinner? But Sisi, aren't you the one who’s closer to him? You even had drinks together."

Song Sisi: "..."

YunHe had hit a sore spot.

Song Sisi’s face twisted in anger. "Stop pretending! You’re here to talk about this, aren’t you?"

YunHe blinked, still playing dumb. "What are you talking about? Zhu Yao called me in this morning, but I don’t even know why."

Her wide eyes brimmed with sincerity, making her look genuinely clueless.

For a brief moment, even Song Sisi seemed to doubt herself.

By the time Song Sisi had gathered her thoughts, YunHe and Xiaotang had already slipped away, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.

Left fuming, Song Sisi spun toward her bodyguards, shouting, "Why didn’t you stop them?!"

The three bodyguards exchanged helpless glances.

*We’re bodyguards, not bouncers! What were we supposed to do—beat her up?*

"I’m going to confront her right now!" Song Sisi seethed. Ever since Meng Jun humiliated her, she had been obsessed with figuring out why YunHe suddenly had his favor.

Before she could storm off, her manager stepped in, blocking her path.

Her manager, a stern-looking woman with deep laugh lines, scolded her bluntly, "Stop it. You’ve got a plane to catch."

Even though the woman was older and related to Song Sisi, her tone was anything but gentle.

Song Sisi, knowing she couldn't cross her aunt, grudgingly complied, though she mentally added YunHe to her growing list of grievances.

Meanwhile, in the stairwell, Xiaotang was practically skipping as they made their way up. She turned to YunHe, giving her a thumbs-up. "Sis, did you see Song Sisi’s face? It was a full rainbow—red, green, purple—you name it! That was priceless!"

Xiaotang’s uncontrollable laughter revealed her delight at seeing YunHe take down the ever-pompous Song Sisi.

YunHe, however, felt far from victorious.

She hadn’t wanted to antagonize Song Sisi. Since entering the industry, YunHe had always strived to be kind to everyone. But for reasons she couldn’t understand, Song Sisi had always disliked her. And now, to make things worse, she had dragged Meng Jun into it.

That was something YunHe couldn’t stand.

Meng Jun had been her first love, a pure and untainted feeling from her youth. And now, he had helped her. She couldn’t tolerate anyone tarnishing his name.

But more than that, Song Sisi’s real target wasn’t Meng Jun—it was YunHe herself.

Frustrated, YunHe had lashed out in return, speaking with the innocence of a saint but delivering her words like a sharp blade.

Even she felt a bit unsettled by her own behavior. Who knew what kind of grudge Song Sisi was holding against her now?

YunHe sighed. *At least I’ll be moving to Chengfeng soon,* she thought. *There’s no way Song Sisi’s influence can reach that far.*

The two women reached Zhu Yao’s office. YunHe knocked, then entered when beckoned.

Zhu Yao was busy at her desk. Without looking up, she gestured to the couch. "Have a seat."

YunHe and Xiaotang sat down quietly, waiting for her to speak.

Zhu Yao finally set her work aside and took a sip from her now-cold coffee. "I assume you know why I called you in today?"

It wasn’t a question, more of a statement.

YunHe nodded.

Zhu Yao smiled faintly. "YunHe, you’ve really surprised me."

Whether that was meant as a compliment or not, YunHe couldn’t tell.

Not knowing how to respond, YunHe stayed silent.

Zhu Yao’s expression darkened. "Let’s cut to the chase. Who at Chengfeng asked for you? I hear it was their new president, Meng Jun."

YunHe didn’t know whether to admit it, so she opted for silence once again.

Zhu Yao let out a cold laugh. "You used to be so righteous, talking about keeping your integrity. What happened to that? Did you throw it away?"

Her tone was sharp, tinged with disappointment.

Zhu Yao had been in the business for years and had seen countless actors willing to do anything to climb the ladder. YunHe had been the first to explicitly tell her that she valued her principles over fame. Though Zhu Yao hadn’t pinned all her hopes on YunHe, she had admired her for it. Seeing YunHe seemingly abandon those values left her feeling betrayed.

YunHe, realizing Zhu Yao had misunderstood, felt both amused and exasperated.

Why did everyone seem to think there was something going on between her and Meng Jun?

Sure, she had feelings for him—eight years ago. But Meng Jun never reciprocated.

Seeing that Zhu Yao had treated her well over the years, YunHe decided to clarify. "Zhu Jie, it’s not what you think."

"Oh? Then what is it?"

YunHe hesitated, then offered a half-truth. "One of Chengfeng’s executives was my senior in high school. He saw me struggling on set and decided to help me out. Plus, they were short on people."

Zhu Yao wasn’t buying it. "And this ‘help’ involves paying two million for your contract?"

YunHe was speechless.

She had no idea why Meng Jun was helping her, and half of what she had told Zhu Yao was guesswork.

But Zhu Yao’s pointed question made her think back to Chen Yi’s explanation.

"Maybe... he saw my potential?"

Zhu Yao: "..."

Who was she trying to fool?

In the end, the truth didn’t really matter. YunHe was practically out of her hands now.

Sighing, Zhu Yao massaged her temples, looking exhausted. "Fine. I called you in to finalize the paperwork. Your contract has officially been transferred to Chengfeng. Once you walk out of here, you’re no longer under HeDu. Take care of yourself."

Though Zhu Yao’s words were cold, they stirred a pang of sadness in YunHe.

After everything Zhu Yao had done for her, she felt the need to express her gratitude. "Thank you, Zhu Jie, for taking care of me all these years."

Zhu Yao didn’t respond, waving her hand dismissively without opening her eyes, signaling YunHe to leave.

Understanding, YunHe stood up to go.

It wasn’t until this moment that Xiaotang realized what was happening. Her eyes went wide as she turned to YunHe. "Sis, are you really leaving? You’re abandoning me?"

YunHe smacked her forehead, suddenly remembering that she hadn’t dealt with Xiaotang’s situation yet.

The past few days had been so hectic that it had slipped her mind entirely.

Xiaotang had been assigned to YunHe by the company a year ago, fresh out of college, clumsy but earnest. YunHe had treated her like a little sister, and over time, they had grown close.

Before Xiaotang came along, YunHe had managed everything by herself, enduring grueling work hours and even awkward dinner meetings. It was Xiaotang’s arrival that had lightened her load and given her some much-needed support.

There was no way YunHe was leaving Xiaotang behind.

Turning to Zhu Yao, YunHe asked, "Zhu Jie, can I take Xiaotang with me?"

Zhu Yao wasn’t

surprised by the request. Xiaotang was a low-level assistant with no significant ties.

Shrugging, she said, "I don’t care. As long as she follows the proper procedure. But does Chengfeng agree?"

YunHe hadn’t broached the subject with Chen Yi yet.

Clenching her fists, she said, "I’ll figure it out."

Xiaotang’s eyes filled with tears, clearly moved.

A week later, Chen Yi called YunHe to finalize the contract details at Chengfeng.

Standing at the base of Chengfeng Entertainment’s towering building, YunHe paced nervously, repeating the script she had mentally rehearsed, all in an effort to convince them to let Xiaotang come with her.

As Meng Jun stepped out of his car, chilled by the cold wind, his gaze immediately fell on the figure standing by the flowerbed, bundled up from head to toe.

He froze on the spot.

For a brief moment, his eyes softened as he stared at her, completely lost in thought.

Chen Yi, who had stepped out of the car with him, noticed too.

He leaned in and quietly reminded Meng Jun, "President Meng, Miss YunHe is here for her 3 p.m. appointment."

Meng Jun snapped back to reality, masking his thoughts with a cool "Mm," as if that brief moment of distraction had never happened.

Without looking her way again, he ordered, "Tell her to meet me in my office. It’s not appropriate for her to be wandering around down here."

With that, he strode into the building, maintaining an air of indifference.

Chen Yi couldn’t help but internally roll his eyes.

He sighed and resigned himself to the task at hand, walking over to greet YunHe.