Chapter 103: Dad, did you hit my mom?

The direction of this topic is really strange, isn't it?

Lin Ye was utterly speechless for the first time. "Liu Nana has a gold digger, and Jia Er Ge has Qiao Qiao Jie. If Qiao Shushu says a few words for Jia Er Ge, he won't have it hard at all! Why bother canceling the contract and switching agencies?"

Song Jinshe shook her head, clearly disagreeing with Lin Ye's assessment.

"Don't dislike Grandma for being gossipy, okay?"

Di Jiaer immediately chuckled. "Of course not. I love listening to Grandma's stories."

Song Jinshe finally spoke up. "That girl... after such a short time together, I don't think she's reasonable at all. The points Qiao Qiao and Xiaolu made still carry some weight."

Lu Cheng had grown even more appreciative of Di Jiaer, and only then did he add with difficulty, "If possible, canceling the contract is best."

Wearing small shoes in the workplace was unavoidable.

When a boss wanted to bully their juniors, it was as simple as drinking water or eating.

Qiao Fanyi said, "Liu Nana's gold digger has spoken, and my dad has spoken too. What about the person caught in the middle? It's incredibly difficult. Protecting Jia Er Ge would offend an old friend. Bullying Jia Er Ge would offend another old friend."

It seemed Qiao Fanyi's brain wasn't missing, she simply had been indulged since childhood, rarely considering consequences or thinking too deeply.

Because Qiao Fanyi was someone who could afford to be willful.

No matter what chaos she caused, someone would eagerly clean up after her.

Qiao Fanyi concluded, "Jia Er Ge staying means his life won't be tough, but he won't have any chance to shine either. We should consider changing agencies."

Bai Lu then began vigorously promoting Gao Fanqin. "Jia Er Ge, go talk to Gao Zong! It's free, and although Gao Zong is a film emperor and empress manufacturing machine, the idol industry is so hot right now—Gao Zong must be itching to jump in. You'd be the first to eat the crab if you go. Gao Zong's resources will definitely be yours!"

The phrase "the first to eat the crab" struck a chord with Di Jiaer.

Indeed.

But high rewards usually came with high risks.

If successful, he would become Gao Fanqin's first and most treasured idol.

If failed, he would be just one of Gao Fanqin's test subjects.

"Besides, we don't even know if Gao Zong is interested in signing idols." Di Jiaer waved his hand. "The contract cancellation... I've actually thought about it before. But where to sign, I need to consider carefully."

Seeing that Bai Lu and the others still had more to say, Di Jiaer raised his hand. "Alright, this topic is closed."

Yu Xing Entertainment was definitely out of the question.

In the domestic entertainment industry, the big three's focus was on television and film production.

As for the idol sector, the big three had only just begun to dip their toes in.

The four smaller agencies expanded their horizons because they couldn't compete with the big three, carving their own paths and advancing several steps faster into the idol field.

Yet in recent years, as the idol industry boomed, the four small agencies had reaped the first fruits of the crab.

The big three followed closely behind, albeit a step slower, but with their capital and manpower, they were aggressively intervening and squeezing market share.

It was under these circumstances that Di Jiaer had been bought back from a foreign country by a brokerage company.

Upon returning to the country, Di Jiaer realized just how immature the domestic idol industry was.

The boundaries between idols, actors, and variety stars were incredibly blurred.

Most idols, once they gained some fame, would immediately shift to filming dramas or appearing on variety shows.

What about the stage? What about the fans? What about their original intentions?

He didn't know how others did it. He wasn't chasing fame; he genuinely loved the stage, loved singing, and loved dancing even more.

He had made a promise to his fans: he would give them the best stage.

And the fans had promised to support him with all their might.

He had never forgotten that.

But back home, he had almost never performed formally on stage.

It was only then that the idea of canceling the contract had taken root.

The agency had also told him that the domestic entertainment environment was like this.

Variety shows and television dramas were the way to go.

Since he had returned, he had to follow the rules of this circle.

Di Jiaer muttered to himself, "If I could, I'd really like to establish my own studio."

Bai Lu had overheard those words and filed them away in her heart.

After escorting Lu Cheng and Song Jinshe to the villa entrance and exchanging goodbyes, the group walked back slowly.

With others present, Bai Lu didn't pull her grandparents aside to speak privately.

Back at the villa, neither Liu Nana nor Shen Xinluo was in sight.

Zu Xinen had just finished cleaning up the juice stains on the floor and was tidying the balcony when they returned.

"Back already? Nana and Xinluo went to bed first."

Bai Lu let out a cold snort but didn't reply. She simply rolled up her sleeves and helped Zu Xinen tidy together.

Everyone had played a bit too wildly, leaving the villa's balcony in total disarray.

Qiao Fanyi had been collecting trash for a while when she suddenly straightened up and sneered at the tightly closed bedroom door. Before she could say anything, Li Huan, who had long been familiar with her, tossed a big piece of White Rabbit milk candy straight into her mouth.

The young lady glared murderously at the bedroom door, at least refraining from cursing anyone out.

Everyone finished cleaning up quickly.

Goodnights were exchanged, and each person returned to their own rooms.

As soon as Qiao Fanyi entered her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed. "Oh my god, my waist, my legs, my arms—they're all not my own anymore."

Bai Lu laughed at her. "You, young miss, actually cleaned up yourself for once. Truly impressive!"

Qiao Fanyi's eyes were dazed. "My parents must have been so shocked in front of the television that their eyeballs were about to fall out—"

Before she could finish, her phone rang.

Bai Lu softly said "Goodnight" and turned off the camera.

The moment she picked up, she heard a woman's soft, tearful sobs on the other end.

Qiao Fanyi's mouth twitched as she joked deliberately, "Dad, did you beat up Mom?"

"Your mother was just worried about you..."

"Worried?" Qiao Fanyi snorted.

Bai Lu firmly grabbed Qiao Fanyi's wrist. "Don't move. I might accidentally pour the alcohol into your mouth."

Qiao Fanyi looked at her and carefully, seriously applied antiseptic to her own elbow.

Her heart felt warm and fuzzy.

Bai Lu might have a sharp tongue, but her heart was incredibly gentle!

The young lady had never done any housework since childhood. When she had cleaned earlier, she had been all thumbs and elbows. In one careless moment, she had hurt herself.

It wasn't serious—just a small graze on her elbow.

Qiao Fanyi had forgotten her parents entirely and asked sweetly, "Bai Lu, how did you find out?"

"That's why I say such young misses are really hard to handle." Bai Lu rolled her eyes. "I didn't let you be spoiled so you wouldn't be pretentious. Even if you were hurt, you should have endured it silently. Besides, not only me—everyone noticed. The alcohol and Band-Aids were given to me by En Ge."

Qiao Fanyi suddenly threw her arms around her in a bear hug. "I'm really thankful I got to join this variety show!"

Recognizing Bai Lu and the others.

Bai Lu looked disgusted. "Go away, don't just grab and hug every time. Gross!"

"I like you, so I hugged you. Bai Lu, don't be ungrateful."

"...Thanks. No thanks."

"I like you, I like you!"

"Uh... Qiao Qiao?"

Bai Lu and Qiao Fanyi both froze.

Oh my god!

Why hadn't the call ended?