Chapter 7: Unimpressed by You

"Sister Bai, let's go, I'll drive you to the company!" The driver was a rather young man with a buzz cut. He rolled down the window, grinning broadly as he spoke.

Li Wanbai eyed him warily and took a step back.

Who are you, buddy? Do I even know you?

Her caution was understandable. The young man’s cropped hair and the scar at the corner of his eye gave him a menacing look; if he wasn’t a thug, he certainly wasn’t someone you’d call gentle.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Sister Bai, what's wrong?"

Snapping back to herself, Li Wanbai shook her head and asked tentatively, "Are you the driver the company assigned to me?"

"Of course, Sister Bai! Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me? I’m Wang Xing!" The young man—Little Wang—looked puzzled, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. This pretty face really was nothing but a vase; apparently even her memory was poor. No wonder she had to read numbers instead of lines when acting. With a fish brain like hers, how could she possibly remember a script?

Still, as long as he could drive such a nice car, he could put up with the fool for now.

With that in mind, Little Wang smiled again and called out, "Come on, Sister Bai, get in. Sister Chen and the others are waiting for you at the company!"

Li Wanbai eyed him with uncertainty, then opened the back door and got in.

The ride was silent, and in no time, they arrived at the entrance of Sunflare Entertainment.

Sunflare was the most talked-about entertainment company in recent years, famed for marketing its artists and seizing every possible resource around them. "Li Wanbai" had risen to fame under their management.

Having Li Wanbai was as good as having Yu Baichuan. In addition, Ye Xiruo's recent rise had made Sunflare’s dominance even greater. Only a handful of established companies and Yu Baichuan’s own firm, Hague, could rival its power.

Li Wanbai got out of the car, curiosity flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Sunflare’s dazzling entrance. The words "Sunflare Entertainment Co., Ltd." gleamed in rainbow colors above the doors, brilliant even in daylight.

Sister Chen, whom she had briefly met at the hospital, hurried over with a smile. "My superstar, have you rested enough?"

Sunflare’s shining facade was nothing compared to Li Wanbai herself.

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"You've been at home for days; you must have rested enough. The only problem was the bumpy ride—it wasn’t very comfortable," Li Wanbai pouted, putting on a pitiful look.

At this, Sister Chen immediately turned to Little Wang, frowning. "What happened?"

"I have no idea! Sister Chen, this is a Maybach—it’s a great car, super comfortable. Sister Bai, don’t make baseless accusations! Maybe you were just unwell and wanted to blame the car."

Little Wang was an avid luxury car fan. At the suggestion that his beloved ride was uncomfortable, he hastened to protest, "I’ll be blunt, Sister Bai. As the internet says, after what happened, you should reflect on yourself instead of blaming others. Today it’s the car—who knows who you’ll blame next time?

Just some advice, no offense intended. If it was out of line, I apologize—it won’t happen again."

He rattled on, then quickly tried to smooth things over, only now realizing how foolish it was for a company man to challenge his superior.

Even so, a trace of contempt lingered in his gaze; he doubted this vase could catch the nuance. And even if she did, what could she do? Fire him? In the end, Li Wanbai was just one of Sunflare’s artists, a beautiful but powerless figurehead. What was there to fear?

With that comforting thought, Wang Xing met Li Wanbai’s gaze steadily.

"I’m not blaming the car," Li Wanbai replied with a smile. "A car’s just a machine—how could it make a passenger uncomfortable? All cars are good cars. If the ride’s unpleasant, it’s clearly the driver’s fault."

She looked at Sister Chen, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Sister Chen, this new driver you assigned me really isn’t up to par. Since he’s new and doesn’t know anything, why not just let him go? That way we won’t have to worry about him gossiping to the paparazzi.

His driving’s terrible, and he talks too much. I couldn’t even nap on the way here. Today’s workload is light, so it doesn’t matter, but if this happens during business trips or endorsements, what will happen to my face..."

Before she could finish, Sister Chen cut her off. "Enough. Wang Xing, from this day forward you don’t need to show up for work. If you can’t even take care of your own boss, what use are you to us?"

Li Wanbai smiled slightly—she’d guessed it right; Wang Xing really was a new hire. If he’d been her regular driver, even if he resented her and was snide, he wouldn’t have been so easily dismissed.

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Still, Li Wanbai could easily infer that Wang Xing was definitely not someone who’d been with her long.

For whatever reason, Sister Chen hadn’t disclosed her memory loss to others, probably to avoid gossip. But for the sake of Li Wanbai’s health and safety, she would have reported it to the higher-ups. Clearly, this Wang Xing was not part of that inner circle and knew nothing about her amnesia. Yet he didn’t seem to notice anything odd about her; he must have just started.

If Su Chengzi called her stupid, so be it. She wasn’t truly an idiot! She could detect the off note in his tone.

Since this employee was so reluctant to work for her and she didn’t care for him either, it was best to part ways.

Wang Xing’s eyes widened in shock, and he hurriedly protested, "Sister Chen, you’ve got it wrong! You know how well I drive! It’s Li Wanbai making things up!

Anyway, luxury cars like the Maybach are meant to be driven fast—what’s the point if you drive them gently? What does Li Wanbai know about cars? She just sits in them, so why so many complaints..."

Li Wanbai lowered her head, looking wounded. "So that’s how you see me? Are you one of my anti-fans?"

Having an anti-fan at the side of a top celebrity could turn white into black with a word—anyone could see the danger.

Even if Li Wanbai’s fame was built on controversy, she couldn’t allow an anti-fan near her. Her path to notoriety was unique, riding Yu Baichuan’s popularity to the top.

Unless she committed an unpardonable crime, she’d be fine. But if she really got destroyed by a scandal, Sunflare would be ruined.

The choice was obvious: a young man whose only skill was driving, or the company’s prized, painstakingly nurtured star.

Sister Chen’s face was expressionless as she delivered her final verdict: "Report to HR, then get out. And watch your mouth."