Don't think of rebirth.

Tang Huocai stayed up all night last night for the program promotion. He only took a nap for two or three hours in the early morning and now relies on coffee to stay awake.

She finished the rest of the black coffee in one gulp, stood up and walked to the balcony of the hotel, stretched herself, and stared at the gray sky outside the window in a daze.

Because of her family's education, she started to come into contact with jewelry at a young age, and her mother also praised her for her intelligence.

She is indeed very smart. While others are still in elementary school, she is already sitting in a junior high school classroom. While others are graduating from college, she has already returned from overseas with a master's degree.

She has always been the youngest student in the class. Other students admire her, but they will intentionally or unintentionally avoid her. Even if her grades are good, people will secretly criticize her behind her back: "What else can that kid do besides studying?"

What? A lot.

She is the most professional jewelry appraiser and the most talented jewelry designer. The first piece of jewelry in the "Yao" series, which she designed at the age of fifteen, is still a classic entry-level model today.

But after returning home, she was eager to make better designs, but the manuscripts she submitted were rejected again and again.

She had a big fight with her mother, unable to understand why her mother, who had always encouraged her to try, had become so harsh.

"There is obviously nothing wrong with my design. It's your vision that can't keep up with the times! As long as it's made, it will definitely be popular!" she shouted to her mother.

But the mother just frowned and said: "You haven't realized where your problem lies. Then I will not let your designs appear in any of Tang's stores."

"As a mature and independent designer, you have to find the problem yourself. Don't always expect me to teach you."

Tang Huocai ran out of the house in a rage. While wandering aimlessly on the street, he walked into a store and bought a bottle of drink.

There is an electronic screen in this store. The owner was watching the talent show that Ye Weiyu participated in. Tang Huocai stood nearby and watched for a while.

She saw Ye Weiyu standing on the stage, shyly and seriously completing his performance.

Like Jinxiu Culture, Tang Huocai also felt Ye Weiyu's aura in performance. He was like an unpolished stone, and Tang Huocai couldn't help but look forward to what kind of brilliant light he would eventually emit.

She returned home and told her mother that she wanted to get in touch with Ye Weiyu, thinking that he could be a source of inspiration for her.

Her mother thought about it overnight and gave her an answer the next day.

"Sure, but just contacting him is too one-sided. I can discuss with the CEO of Jinxiu Culture and let you follow the artist named Ye Weiyu as an assistant and observe him closely."

"But it's only one year. If you can't produce any results within one year, then come back, accept my arrangement, and recognize your own problems."

Tang Huocai was a little surprised by her mother's sudden generosity. She was still angry at that time and deliberately said, "Aren't you afraid that I'm in love with him?"

"You like it if you like it," the mother said without any hesitation, "When have the women in our Tang family ever lacked men? Even if you come back with a big belly, I don't care. If you want to have the baby, you can stay. If not, I'll abort you."

"What if I don't come back?" Tang Huocai continued to ask.

Her mother was amused by her: "Huo Cai, this is your loss, not mine. You are indeed an excellent heir, but you are not my only heir. In the Tang family, when it comes to inheriting the family business, we only look at ability, not whether they are mother and daughter."

"As a mother, I hope you can get out of your current situation by observing your 'muse', but if I were the head of the family, I would only say that you are still too young."

Tang Huocai left the Tang family with a lot of anger, and vowed to draw inspiration from Ye Weiyu in this year and use the best design to slap his mother in the face.

As a result…when did she deviate from her own ideas and become like this?

Tang Huocai was a little dazed. When she came to Ye Weiyu, he and his agent were having the worst fight. As soon as she arrived, she became a "transit station", running around.

In order to polish Ye Weiyu, this rough stone, she spent a lot of effort to find the balance between him and the company.

She gained Ye Weiyu's gratitude, dependence and trust. Only she knew his fragility and pain, and only she could soothe his emotions.

Whenever she sees Ye Weiyu shining in front of the camera, she feels that her hard work is worth it.

But, is her wish... to be Ye Weiyu's assistant?

The ringing of the alarm clock interrupted Tang Huocai's thoughts. She hurriedly washed up, changed her clothes, and knocked on Ye Weiyu's door: "Weiyu, it's time to get up and get ready."

The promotional video was released last night, and today the production team will begin explaining the detailed arrangements.

For example, where there are cameras on the Mingde campus, the venues that can be used, the areas that are prohibited from entering, the time arrangements, etc., all of these need to be made clear today.

After all, he is an artist, and image management is very important. Ye Weiyu must get up early to do his styling.

The door opened quickly, so quickly that Tang Huocai couldn't help but be surprised. In the past, she had to knock on the door two or three times before Ye Weiyu would come over impatiently to open the door.

Ye Weiyu had actually almost finished cleaning up: "I'll be there soon, Huocai, please wait a moment."

Tang Huocai walked into the room and habitually checked the backpack that Ye Weiyu carried with him, adding a few things that might be useful.

Ye Weiyu came out after changing his clothes. Seeing Tang Huocai's tidying up, he immediately said as usual: "You are really thoughtful. If you weren't here, I would definitely leak something again."

"It's not a big deal." Tang Huocai withdrew his hand and told him about last night's publicity and promotion.

Ye Weiyu was a little impatient to listen, and wanted to say as usual, "Can't you just tell me what to do?", but he held back.

Although Tang Huocai's identity is still uncertain, it is still better to spend more time on it.

Ye Weiyu asked: "Then what should I do?"

Tang Huocai repeated a few requests based on the suggestions given by the public relations department. Ye Weiyu readily agreed: "I understand. I will find a way to do it today."

Then, he changed the subject: "You are the only one who cares about me so much. The company doesn't care about me at all."

Tang Huocai's lips moved. She wanted to say that these were the results of the company's public relations department working late into the night to compile and analyze the current comments about the program, fans' evaluations, and current trends.

Although she also actively collected opinions from her fan group, this was not her sole credit.

Rather, this is the result of the company's attention to Ye Weiyu.

What did Ye Weiyu do when this happened before? It seemed like he was...disdained. Even if he would do it, he would still say that she should prepare a better plan.

She didn't want to further intensify the conflict between Ye Weiyu and the public relations department, so she borne it all by herself.

Ye Weiyu should have known that this was not something she could do alone, so when she was blamed, Tang Huocai could accept it - Ye Weiyu was not blaming only her.

But on the other hand, when Ye Weiyu attributed all the credit to her, Tang Huocai found it hard to accept.

She followed Ye Weiyu silently and took a car with him to the stylist's place.

However, it seemed as if something was making a slow shattering sound.