Chapter 132—An Accidental Like

"Do you all think you’re capable and have a voice here?"

Mu Ran sat in the chair before the artists, towering over them with a stern, imposing aura that made all the young people present involuntarily shudder.

They lowered their heads, eyes darting nervously.

What does Director Mu mean by that?

Capable? Having a voice?

“Do you want me to make him stand right in front of you so you can see? Hmm?”

Mu Ran’s voice was cold and harsh, her expression even colder. She wore a seductive long dress and five-centimeter heels, swaying her waist as she strode step by step toward a female artist.

“Do you need that?”

Mu Ran’s sharp gaze locked onto the young woman’s face. After a few seconds, she scoffed, radiating disdain and contempt.

“That princess cut doesn’t suit you. Go get your hair extensions fixed.”

The girl standing in the center twisted her dress nervously, then instinctively touched her hair, her eyes still stealing glances at Gu Beicheng.

Ignoring Mu Ran’s words, Gu Beicheng remained unmoved. Instead of anger, Mu Ran smiled.

Her fox-like eyes tilted upward, lips curling slightly, exuding charm and allure.

But when she wasn’t smiling, those eyes were icy and aloof, exuding a chilling elegance.

Everyone’s hearts were shaken. Indeed, people were unequal.

The same princess cut.

Both in red dresses.

But the difference in temperament and beauty was glaring.

That female artist looked like a clumsy imitation, ugly without self-awareness.

The artist’s name was Li Shancai, a small-time model whom An Lan had met by chance at a modeling agency.

Her features were plain, lacking definition; the only standout was her figure.

An Lan had signed her due to unavoidable circumstances.

After all, in this circle, capital was still the dominant hand controlling everything.

“Your name is Shancai?”

Mu Ran curled her lips, red lips seductive, posture graceful.

Standing before Li Shancai, she was like an unattainable goddess, making the other woman feel shameful and inferior.

“Yes.” Li Shancai nodded.

Mu Ran snorted coldly, her eyes flicking disdainfully toward Gu Beicheng on the sofa, “You’re treating him like Dao Ming Si…”

Hearing the woman’s mockery, Gu Beicheng lifted his hand, pocketed his phone, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He lazily stood and walked toward them, towering and imposing as he stood before Mu Ran and Li Shancai.

Gu Beicheng glanced at Mu Ran, resisting the urge to pinch her cold, distant face. Then his icy, blade-like gaze fell briefly on Li Shancai before shifting away.

The man frowned as if disgusted by something vile, radiating coldness that forced the other artists to take a step back.

“Are you SY’s artists blind to appearances?”

A playful yet sarcastic sneer crept onto Gu Beicheng’s lips as he turned to Mu Ran, lazy and captivating, “SY’s looks can’t rely solely on you, Ranran.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he placed a kiss on Mu Ran’s forehead.

Mu Ran was strong-willed.

With an unchanging expression and steady heart, she stood like an anchor, “Step aside.”

Though her words were cold, the smile at the corner of her mouth was unmistakable.

The other artists stepped back again, making way for the two executives to show their affection.

Except for Li Shancai, who stubbornly stood still, slightly shaking her princess-cut hairstyle like a foolish mimic, twisting the cheap red dress in her hands.

“President Gu, I... I didn’t mean to…”

Li Shancai’s gaze followed Gu Beicheng’s figure, admiring his perfectly chiseled profile and his carefree, lazy aura. Gradually, her eyes filled with infatuation.

Every move she made was noted by Mu Ran but dismissed without concern.

“If you don’t want to stay, then get out.”

The man’s words made every artist present gasp inwardly.

The powerful CEO of Chengxing was angry!

Did Li Shancai still want to survive in this industry?

The other nineteen artists wished they could kick out this foolish woman who dared to openly covet the boss!

Regarding Li Shancai, they had truly had their eyes opened.

Mu Ran narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly, “Go back and get your hair extensions fixed. Follow your agent’s instructions.”

“Step forward. I’ll show you something.”

Mu Ran’s gaze settled on a few artists, her eyes bearing an eerie glint.

Feeling that cold, forbidding stare, the artists shivered and hesitantly stepped forward.

“Am I two-timing? You all agree with that, don’t you?”

Mu Ran turned and picked up the iPad on the table, opening Weibo to a certain artist’s profile.

“Look.” Her tone was concise and commanding, exuding immense pressure.

A female artist near Li Shancai broke out in a nervous sweat, trembling as she took the tablet, pupils dilating, heart racing.

She stared at the record of likes on her Weibo page.

“Director Mu, it was a slip of the finger. Really, it was an accident. I didn’t mean it. Your matter... has nothing to do with me. I only glanced at it…”

The artist saw Mu Ran’s impassive gaze and immediately lost confidence.

She poked Li Shancai discreetly, realizing the gossip post had actually been sent by Li Shancai!

Moreover, Li Shancai had liked it!

Even shared it. Why was Director Mu pointing at her then?

Li Shancai glanced sideways at the woman’s elbow, lips twitching with impatience as she edged away.

“Director Mu, I really didn’t mean it…”

The artist was drenched in nervous sweat, ears ringing, stepping forward with a furrowed brow as tears streamed down, “Director Mu…”

“Hm? Accidentally liking three posts spreading rumors about me? Do you know that as artists and public figures, you must be cautious and mindful on Weibo?”

Mu Ran’s eyes narrowed, her smile acquiring a dangerous edge.

Seeing her smile like this, everyone’s hearts began to alarm, trembling in fear.

They wished they could check their phones immediately for any careless ‘like’ mistakes.

“You, you, you, and you.”

Mu Ran’s eyes swept like lasers over several men and women.

Her smile remained, but the warmth never reached her eyes.

“Small level, no fans, so you can like and share whatever you want? Do you know you’re already signed with SY?”

Her voice was lazy and indifferent, utterly cold.

She turned, picked up some contracts from the table, flipping through them casually, and said slowly with her back to everyone:

“Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? Who am I? And who are you?”

Her words were icy and fierce.

Everyone stared at her bare back, smooth and fair, shining under the lights.

Such a woman, both beautiful and shapely, yet decisive and untouchable.

She inspired awe and intrigue, making people eager to explore the mysteries behind her.

Especially a young man standing in the back row, his cheeks flushing involuntarily.

Her neck to her ankles was flawless.

Bold yet understated, alluring yet not promiscuous.

Her personality was as unattainable as a deep pond.

Several male artists suddenly felt an intensely cold, murderous gaze.

They all lowered their heads simultaneously, hearts pounding wildly as if about to have a heart attack, breath erratic, brain oxygen-starved.

Director Mu was untouchable, and she belonged to President Gu.

President Gu was also not to be trifled with; he belonged to Director Mu.

They all understood these truths.

Yet, they secretly hoped that one day Mu Ran might “take them under her wing”...

Even without resources.

Just a moment of intimacy with Mu Ran would be worth it.

“Stop fantasizing! President Gu is looking this way. If he does anything to you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A clear-headed male artist nudged a drooling admirer beside him, whispering a few words of caution.

“Yeah, yeah! Who would be as clueless as that woman, shamelessly trying to snatch Director Mu’s man?”

Two men lowered their heads, whispering, oblivious that Gu Beicheng was already standing before them.

“Get out if you don’t want to stay.”

Gu Beicheng repeated, but this time his words were laced with an unmistakable murderous anger.

The two male artists trembled, heads bowed, not daring to look up, clutching their pants tightly, eyes squinting at their shoe tips.

Only after the expensive men’s leather shoes left their sight did they relax slightly but never dared to look at Mu Ran again.

They were not worthy!

They were not worthy to covet Mu Ran.

“Terminate contracts.”

Mu Ran’s single sentence shattered the hearts of all the artists.

Terminate contracts?

With SY?

That was equivalent to destroying their promising futures.

So many people had fought tooth and nail to sign with SY!

“Director Mu, I think your mindset is small. We’ve already explained it was an accidental slip. If you don’t believe us, why terminate our contracts without reason?”

Li Shancai’s voice was sharp, eyes blazing as she fixed her gaze on Mu Ran’s back, even wanting to reach out and touch that flawless skin.

“Director Mu, you can’t take revenge on me just because I have feelings for President Gu!”

The woman next to Li Shancai shook her arm fiercely, signaling her to stop. This was like banging one’s head against a wall, an exercise in futility!

Angering Mu Ran was the same as angering Gu Beicheng.

Everyone knew Gu Beicheng adored Director Mu immensely.

How could they continue to survive in the industry now?

Li Shancai was truly a fool, brainless and hopeless!