"You haven’t reached the top, and you can’t keep her from being troubled by rumors and gossip."
"In short, you don’t have enough strength. When you have strength, then talk about other things."
Jiang Yi’s fingers tightened again, "Then what should I do?"
"Next month on the fifth, there’s the first audition for Director Bo’s movie," the agent said, "I want you to secure the role of the male lead, one hundred percent."
In Director Bo’s new movie, the male lead has eighteen personalities, which poses a huge challenge for acting skills.
But once successful, it could definitely win an award.
"And then?" Jiang Yi asked.
"Three years," the agent spoke slowly, "In three years, you tell everyone that you don’t rely on fans, you don’t rely on popularity, you rely solely on your own strength."
"In three years, you win the International Best Actor award, you stand on the award stage, face the world, and announce your decision."
"In this way, you’re worthy of your fans and yourself."
"In three years, Miss Yun will also have enough time to compete for a Grammy," the agent added, "When you both win international awards and have absolute strength, who would stand in your way then?"
Jiang Yi’s body trembled suddenly, and his pupils contracted, "You..."
"Miss Yun, even though she’s younger than you, sees things more clearly," the agent said with disappointment, "How did I end up managing someone as foolish as you?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yi cast a cool glance at him.
The agent quickly raised his hands, "I didn’t say anything."
Jiang Yi lowered his eyelashes, concealing his gaze.
He began to think seriously. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
He and Yun Heyue had been together for four months, and it wasn’t that they hadn’t been photographed.
Occasionally, there would be gossip online about the "thirty million top star’s romance," but it was suppressed.
But there’s no guarantee it won’t come out again.
Things can’t go on like this.
Breaking up might not be a bad thing.
Jiang Yi’s fingers tightened, and with difficulty, he typed a sentence.
[Wait for me, wait for me for three years.]
**
Early the next morning.
Yun Heyue got up at eight to find Ying Zijin.
Ying Zijin was very relaxed every day, her entertainment activities reduced to reading books.
Seven months pregnant, her figure was still graceful.
Yun Heyue put down the nutritional products, walked over, and slowly hugged her, "Sister."
"What’s wrong?" Ying Zijin patted her head, "Looking so sad."
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