Chapter 108: If He Could Not Become a Top Star, He Would Have to Go Home and Inherit the Family Business

Almost simultaneously, three different ringtones sounded inside the van.

Xiao Dan received a call from Lai Jian. Since he had failed to stop Bai Lu and let her publicly assault Liu Nana, he was promptly fired.

Bai Lu got a call from Yu Fuqing, who mainly comforted her, telling her not to worry and to wait patiently for news. Yu Xing Entertainment would handle everything perfectly.

“I got it,” Bai Lu said, bored with Yu Fuqing’s rambling, and ended the call. “Xiao Dan, Yu Xing Entertainment fired you, but I’m hiring you personally. Your salary and benefits stay the same.”

Xiao Dan: “Bai Lu, you’re awesome!”

Meanwhile, Di Jiar received a call from his agent, who bluntly said, “If you keep disobeying the company’s arrangements, I’ll have to terminate your contract—”

“Fine.” Di Jiar smiled and nodded. “I’ll find a lawyer later and send you their contact info. You can talk to them.”

The agent was stunned for a few seconds. “Wait, what did you say?”

Di Jiar deliberately spoke slowly, “I don’t like being threatened. Whatever the issue, you can talk to me directly. Using contract termination as a threat to make me obey—I don’t like that. So, as you said, terminate the contract. That’s it. The lawyer will be in touch later.”

Bai Lu gave him a thumbs-up. “Jiar, you rock!”

Qiao Qianyi said, “Jiar, don’t worry. I’ll talk to my dad when I get home. Your agency won’t give you trouble.”

Di Jiar nodded coolly. “Thanks.”

Li Huan was speechless.

“Don’t worry, Huan,” Bai Lu comforted him. “With Uncle Qiao’s help, the termination fee won’t be too high.”

Li Huan sighed, “But it’s still money. Jiar’s been an artist in H country, barely making anything. He’s only been back a year. Where’s he going to get that kind of money?”

Di Jiar cleared his throat. “Uh... Huan, although my family isn’t as rich as Qiao Qiao’s, our financial situation is still decent.”

Bai Lu immediately called him out, “If running a large chain of supermarkets counts as ‘decent,’ then I must be a junk collector.”

Di Jiar was speechless.

Qiao Qianyi was surprised. “Bai Lu, how do you know that?”

Bai Lu replied, “Because I read books and newspapers, unlike some people who only know how to buy luxury goods.”

Qiao Qianyi: “Don’t beat around the bush—I'm offended, I can tell!”

Yet, looking at Jiar’s personal belongings, you could tell some things.

Nothing he wore or used was cheap.

There were many extremely rare limited editions.

This wasn’t something a newbie artist could afford.

“Qiao Qiao, don’t mind Bai Lu,” Di Jiar chuckled. “She overheard my call with my family by accident.”

Bai Lu, the master of teasing, added, “Jiar’s family is pressuring him to go back and inherit the family business. If he doesn’t make it to the top tier within three years, he’ll have to become the CEO!”

Di Jiar shrugged, “But I’m still not sure if my family will help me pay the termination fee this time.”

Qiao Qianyi casually said, “Then I’ll lend it to you.”

Bai Lu: “Yeah, Qiao Qiao is a rich lady!”

Listening to them, Li Huan smiled a little bitterly.

Though they were all guests on the same variety show, people really were different.

No wonder Jiar was so nonchalant about contract termination, treating it like no big deal.

Only children from wealthy families could have such confidence.

But Li Huan felt no resentment; instead, he was relieved that Jiar’s family was well-off.

That way, Jiar wouldn’t be shackled by the termination fee.

The van exited the airport expressway, and Qiao Qianyi got off early.

Unlike last time, the person driving the supercar to pick her up wasn’t her wealthy second-generation friend, but her own brother.

Di Jiar and Li Huan also got out.

Worried that his family might use the termination fee to pressure him into quitting the industry and inheriting the family business, Di Jiar decisively decided to borrow money from the wealthy Miss Qiao.

Generous as always, Miss Qiao immediately invited Di Jiar to dinner at her family home, intending to let Mr. Qiao handle all the troublesome matters.

From contract termination to the fees, Mr. Qiao was reluctantly providing one-stop service.

As for Li Huan, he was firmly dragged along by Qiao Qianyi.

“Huan, no refusals allowed. I rarely bring friends home for dinner. You must come today, or you’ll be disrespecting me!”

Qiao Qianyi wanted to drag Bai Lu to the Qiao household too, but Bai Lu stubbornly refused.

“I really have things to deal with! Let’s do it another day. I promise I’ll come over for a meal.”

Li Huan whispered something into Qiao Qianyi’s ear:

“High-interest loan.”

Bai Lu vaguely caught those three words.

She knew they had misunderstood.

But since Miss Qiao no longer insisted, Bai Lu didn’t explain.

“Bai Lu, shall I help you carry your luggage upstairs?”

Bai Lu shook her head. “No need. I’m not that delicate. You go back to Yu Xing Entertainment. No matter what Sister Jian says, you must finish your resignation formalities today.”

Xiao Dan had only been with Yu Xing Entertainment for a few months and had no deep ties.

Better to let him resign early; she trusted only her own assistant.

Pushing her suitcase, Bai Lu just stepped out of the elevator when she saw her father leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Absolutely stunning!

Today was another day for groundhog-like squeals over the Emperor of Film’s looks!

Oh!

Her father’s damn charm!

Bai Lu was overjoyed, skipping over to act coy. “Dad, wait for me!”

Lu Yiting snorted coldly through his nose. “Hmm.”

“Dad, I miss you so much!” Bai Lu reached out, wanting a hug and to be spoiled.

But her father was merciless, turning his handsome profile and dodging her.

Bai Lu was angry.

Bai Lu felt wronged.

Lu Yiting pushed her suitcase with one hand and ruffled her hair with the other. “Well done. That’s my daughter.”

Being petted on the head by her dad, Bai Lu, who had been holding back tears, immediately smiled like a silly dog.

“Dad, thank you!” Bai Lu linked arms with him. “I saw your Weibo post!”

Lu Yiting sneered, “This isn’t over.”

“Definitely not.” Bai Lu ground her teeth. “If I don’t take down Liu Nana, I’d eat dirt. Ah, Dad, you’re not allowed to interfere this time! It’s my mess, so I have to take full responsibility.”

Lu Yiting raised an eyebrow. “Bai Lu, those are my parents.”

He couldn’t just stand by and watch.

“Alright.” Bai Lu reluctantly nodded. “Though I’m unhappy about it, I’ll let you handle this time.”

Grandpa was old, and Grandma’s health was fragile.

Liu Nana cursing their grandparents was definitely stepping on her father’s red line.

If he didn’t vent his anger, she might get caught in the crossfire.

This time, Liu Nana was really asking for trouble.

Just kidding!

Her father’s nickname was “The Hellraiser”—and that wasn’t a compliment!