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I looked at her expression, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, carrying a hint of cold mockery.
"What's wrong? Are you expecting me to be your savior? Or do you think I would throw a fit like a jealous lover?"
Her brows were tightly knit, her gaze piercing, as if she wanted to uncover my true thoughts behind the mask I wore.
I let out a cold laugh, thinking to myself,
"Do you really think you can see through me? Besides, it’s just a matter of your own woman having an affair with her first love."
"This kind of thing is all too common in the entertainment industry. Women are easily replaceable; they can be swapped out at will."
Although I could easily kick Lin Jinhe to the curb when it came to feelings, I still needed to make good use of her commercial value. After all, in this circle, interests are eternal.
I said coldly to her, “Lin Jinhe, our relationship is merely one of mutual exploitation. Your problems are my problems; I help you resolve your troubles for my own benefit.”
“As for why I personally brought this contract, it’s just to remind you of one thing. You should remember how much I despise dirty things, right?”
Upon hearing this, Lin Jinhe's face changed dramatically.
She understood my implication perfectly; those things that had been touched by Zhao Shusen were discarded without hesitation. Now it was her turn.
I had thrown away those things, and now I would throw her away too. From now on, our relationship would be reduced to that of a cold manager and artist.
I would continue to handle her affairs solely out of professional ethics. Breakups should always be discussed face-to-face.
A hint of panic appeared on her face; she had grown accustomed to relying on me over the years. She only needed to focus on acting while I took care of all the other trivial matters. But from now on, everything would change.
She looked dazed and unconsciously leaned closer to me, reaching out as if trying to hold on.
She softly called out, “Xingyun—”
Just as I was about to pull away, a furious shout came from behind me: “Xie Xingyun, what do you think you're doing!”
I couldn't help but chuckle.
Zhao Shusen stormed over, blocking Lin Jinhe's path like a hot-headed rookie, his eyes blazing with defiance. It was truly laughable, a scene straight out of a clichéd idol drama.
He held his head high, glaring at me with fierce intensity as he shouted, "Xie Xingyun, I came here on my own, and it has nothing to do with Sister Jinhe. If there's something to say, say it to me!"
I couldn't be bothered to respond to such childish provocation. I merely cast a casual glance at Lin Jinhe and said, "Have him sign the contract and send it back to the company. I'll have Allen coordinate with your assistant for the follow-up."
I nodded slightly at her, a final gesture of courtesy. "I'm leaving."
I entrusted all of Lin Jinhe's subsequent matters to Allen; that kid was a capable assistant I had trained myself. Over the past year, I had rarely managed artists directly. My focus had shifted from being an agent to Capital Operations.
Aside from a few trusted confidants, no one knew that I held 35% of the shares in the agency. In other words, aside from the big boss, I was the second-in-command of the company.
For me, gains and losses were just part of daily life. As for Lin Jinhe's situation, letting go was easy; mainly because I was simply too busy to dwell on trivial emotional matters.
Feelings? They barely registered in my life. Her betrayal? Just a minor annoyance that could be forgotten after a good night's sleep.
After returning from Lin Jinhe's film set, I immediately flew abroad to attend a shareholders' meeting and report on the financial status.
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