Puzzled

Chen Waan was very tired because of jet lag and whatever she had just encountered. Her eyes were closing by themselves in the car but she wanted to be alert. She did not let herself sleep throughout the journey back to the hotel.

Mr. Fan had another mission, to evaluate her as much as he could. He wanted to make small conversation but seeing her state, he decided otherwise. Her determination to keep awake was admirable though.

"Ms. Chen, we are here," Mr. Fan took her to the nearest hotel contracted by WhirlWind Entertainment.

"Thank you, Mr. Fan. I will take my leave now," she left as soon as she could. Her luggage had already been transported and she could collect the keys on reception showing the black card provided to her by Mr. Fan.

She entered her room and did not even see how it looked. She found the bed and plopped down in the soft mattress. She was woken up by ringing of her doorbell next morning.

"Ugh… what time is it?" she mumbled to herself and checked her phone. It was 8 am! She had slept for about 15 hours without eating or drinking anything. She had not even changed out of her jeans and coat from yesterday

"F*ck|" she cursed to herself. In her groggy state, she opened the door to find Mr. Fan and Wang Zibo standing, smiling brilliantly at her. That was too much shine for her who had just woken up. She closed the door on their faces.

"I… I am sorry. I have not freshened up," she spoke from inside the door.

"It's okay, we can wait. There is a dining hall in your room. We can just sit there," Mr. Fan patiently informed her.

This was when Chen Waan finally looked around. Her room was not a room but a suite, with a full fledged kitchen, a dining hall and a separate bedroom with private bath. She was spooked by how out of budget this was and how Wang Zenghao was treating her like a sheep, fattening her up before butchering.

She ran into the bathroom, washed her face in a hurry and changed into whatever decent she could find in her bag, while the two men waited outside. Then she opened the door and let the two people in.

"I thought I could take a few days of time to decide," she said, crossing her arms with a questioning look in her eyes. She had chosen a mismatched pair of t-shirt and capri for the time being.

"Yes, but the longer you take to sign that thing, higher the amount we deduct from your first salary. This is not all free, you know," Wang Zibo started his tactics of making her run away without accepting the contract.

"What! Is that a part of contract?" Chen Waan anxiously picked up the contract and flipped through the pages. She had not gotten the time to read the document at all. If there was such an unfair condition since the beginning, then screw this thing. Why waste her time on something that would bring pain and anguish later?

Wang Zibo smiled to himself once he saw how this money grubber was behaving. If she was so concerned about money even before she signed the contract, then she indeed was after money.

Mr. Fan stared at Wang Zibo in surprise. Was he making efforts to sign the girl up or what he planning something else?

"Ahem, there is no such thing Ms. Chen, do not worry. This is all free. I am here to escort you if you want to go somewhere to refresh. It is still festive time after all, new year arrived just three days ago," Mr. Fan was much better at placating the girl. Chen Waan instantly relaxed.

Even though Wang Zibo was the son of Wang Zenghao, from the manner they interacted, it was very clear that Wang Zibo did not have much influence over the decision. He did not even know about her arrival or forced collaboration with Mo Yifan, the only artist under him. Thus, she could easily conclude that Mr. Fan had better idea about things related to her.

"Mr. Fan, I won't go with words alone so I would rather read this contract. Once I take my decision, I will call you. I would actually love to see Beijing," she sat down on the chair with the two gentlemen and started going through the document.

The two people did not leave and just stayed there silently while Chen Waan went through each page. The clock ticked slowly, and only the sound of pages flipping could be heard. Mr. Fan was there just in case the girl had any questions. But why was Wang Zibo there?

Well, Chen Waan was not bothered by anyone, her only focus was those words. She went through the whole 20 pages document and closed it off with a bang. The two men looked at her but she started reading the document once again.

Both of them understood the importance of signing away something like this, so they waited patiently. After two hours, when she had read everything almost five times, she looked at Mr. Fan hesitatingly.

"Mr. Fan, it says that as soon as I sign this, I become secondary manager to Mr. Mo. I also need to shift at his place. Are you serious?" she asked in a very flat tone, her eyes devoid of any expression.

"It is Mr. Wang's wish," Mr. Fan gave a curt reply.

"Are you really serious? Dad would do something like this? He would kill his best selling artist's career like this?" Wang Zibo's patience was running out. He grabbed the collar of Mr. Fan and was about to punch him in the face when the door of Chen Waan's suite opened with a thud.

Wang Zenghao was standing at the door, with Mo Yifan behind him.

"You idiot! I knew you would lose your cool. Can you just stop being biased and think this through?" Director Wang pointed his finger at his own son, fury very apparent on his face. He had a plan, a vision. But this stupid son of his wouldn't see anything past his own success as a manager in making only Mo Yifan famous.

"Director Wang, all the involved parties are here. Why don't you explain your true motive yourself?" Chen Waan looked at Wang Zenghao with a meaningful glance. She was curious too, she had not really gotten to know the reason behind him being so adamant about this project.

"It is precisely for Mo Yifan himself," he replied, sighing. These youngsters needed to be spoon fed about everything.