The Female CEO's Mistress - Part 1

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The small theater was brightly lit.
On the stage stood a tall, handsome man. He had just finished a moving solo performance for an audience of only two people. Then, his gaze fell on someone directly in front of him, his eyes filled with fervent expectation. He said thank you, bowed, and left the stage.
After he left, a male voice rang out in the theater: "This is the last one for today, Mr. Yan. What do you think?"
The speaker was a plain-looking adult man named Liu Zheng, a director of genre films. He wasn't speaking to a middle-aged tycoon or a young scion, but to a woman.
To be precise, she was a young and beautiful woman.
She had long, soft, chestnut-brown, slightly wavy hair, and wore a beige suit jacket draped over her shoulders. The accessories she wore weren't extravagant, but they were clearly designer brands. Although she had an elegant demeanor, her beauty was striking. What was most striking was that, despite giving off an unapproachable vibe, she possessed a pair of clear, gentle eyes that were unforgettable.
Her name is Yan You, the only daughter of the chairman of the well-known Yan Group in the business world. She founded her own film and television company in her senior year of college, investing in and producing many high-quality films and television dramas. She has achieved considerable success in terms of both critical acclaim and box office revenue, making her a business prodigy.
"The appearance is very similar, but the temperament is still not right," Yan You said, her red lips slightly parted.
Her slender fingers lingered on the actor's information, tapping it lightly twice, the faint fragrance of her wrist lingering around her.
"Should we put it on hold for now? And let the casting director continue searching?"
“No need. Casting him as a fallen nobleman is utterly unconvincing,” she said bluntly, slowly rising and walking towards the door. “Director Liu, you know I’m a perfectionist. If I haven’t found a satisfactory actor by next month, I’ll have to withdraw my investment.”
"Yes, I know," Liu Zheng said respectfully, gazing at her tall, slender figure.
She was already tall, and when she wore high heels, she seemed like an insurmountable mountain. Given her status and position, many people much older than her naturally treated her with a degree of awe, and Liu Zheng was no exception.
Yan You walked to the door, handed the documents in his hand to his secretary Han Rui, who was standing to the side waiting, and said, "Let's go."
"Yes." Han Rui nodded, put the documents into his briefcase, and followed her outside.
This Han Rui was handsome and refined, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and a meticulously tailored suit, just like his style. Yan You had admired his drive during their university years, so as soon as they graduated, she recruited him to her side.
When the two left the theater and drove towards the stadium, it was already past six o'clock, during the rush hour. The roads were very congested, and they had to stop for several minutes after only a few steps.
Do you think we can get there by 7 o'clock?
The sun had already set, leaving a few faint red clouds in the sky. Yan You leaned back lazily in his chair, looking out the window at the sky and then at the road.
Han Rui looked ahead, made a mental estimate for a moment, and replied, "If you have to wait five minutes at every intersection, you definitely won't make it. But if you don't mind taking shortcuts and running, you can still make it."
"Then let's take a shortcut."
"But I'm afraid you'll throw up."
"We still have to try, otherwise if I'm late on such an important day, that little brat will play the victim and complain to Mom and Dad again," Yan You said irritably.
The "little darling" she was referring to was her childhood sweetheart, Fang Hao. Because his parents were divorced, his mother was sometimes too busy to take care of him, so she would send him to live with her. As a result, they often played together when they were young. In her heart, he was practically her younger brother. Her parents also took good care of him. Even when they had a small argument, they would side with him and speak up for him.
"Okay, then you'd better sit tight."
Yan You met Han Rui's gaze and nodded.
Then, the green light turned on, and Han Rui stepped on the gas, accelerating towards another side road. He overtook other cars recklessly along the way, staging a scene of speed and passion. Yan You was so frightened that she gripped her seatbelt tightly, biting her lip in a panicked manner, looking pitiful.
Although Han Rui is focused on his work, he always pays extra attention to Yan You's little emotions. For example, right now, he only glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and knew that he should slow down and hand her a mint.
With Han Rui's attentive care, Yan You naturally felt much more comfortable, but her head was still a little dizzy.
Fifteen minutes later, the race ended, and she groggily prepared to get out of the car, only to find that the door was still locked.
"Wait for me a moment." After saying that, Han Rui got out of the car, went to the trunk, took out a pair of casual white sneakers, and placed them at Yan You's feet. "Put these on, you can't walk in high heels."
"You're so thoughtful!" Yan You nodded with delight and immediately put on the shoes.
Han Rui watched her as she bent down to put on her shoes, a faint smile playing on his lips.
At 7:00 AM sharp, Yan You hurriedly arrived at the venue. Today was the fencing club's semi-final, and Fang Hao had been nagging her for a week that she had to come and cheer him on. So she deliberately chose to sit in the first row, craning her neck to look ahead and search for Fang Hao's figure.
But now all the competitors had changed into fencing uniforms and helmets, making it impossible to tell who was who. Yan You thought for a long time before finally remembering that he was number 7. He then scanned the crowd and quickly found him.
Fang Hao is 182 cm tall, which is already quite tall, but this contestant, number 7, looks 5 cm taller, making her the absolute center of attention among the contestants. Although she found it a bit strange, she didn't think too much about it; after all, wearing a helmet would inevitably make one taller.
Yan You took two steps forward, took a deep breath, and shouted in the loudest voice she had ever heard in Fang Hao's direction, "Go, Number 7!"
Number 7 turned around upon hearing the sound, stared at her for three seconds, then looked away. He didn't react further.
This guy actually dared to act all aloof with his sister? He didn't even say hello?
Yan You felt her rare enthusiasm had been extinguished by cold water, and she was very annoyed. She then sat down with her arms crossed, ordered Han Rui to buy cola and popcorn, and continued to sulk.
The match began, and number 7, swordsman, took his place. A sudden burst of cheers erupted around him. Yan You looked over and saw a group of young-looking female students, their faces flushed as they gazed at number 7's tall, imposing figure, whispering among themselves. Fang Hao was indeed quite handsome, but she hadn't expected him to be so popular.
It seems that being good at fencing can really attract fans. Maybe the screenwriter should just write a story about a male lead who can fencing for the next movie; it should be very popular with female viewers.
After the referee blew the whistle, the two sides immediately began the competition.
Yan You didn't know much about sports and couldn't offer any commentary, but his emotions kept rising and falling with the enthusiastic commentator's rhythm.
In addition, female cheers for number 7 continued unabated.
"Charge, number 7!"
"Number 7 is so handsome!"
"Aaaaaah!"
Yan You covered his ears and continued watching the arena.
Number 7's movements were indeed both elegant and stylish, clearly the result of years of intensive training. Each of his effortless strikes made his opponents struggle to receive them, making it a complete rout. She could now fully understand why the young girls present were so captivated by him.
A few minutes later, amidst a burst of cheers, the match stopped. The referee raised number 7's hand, and Yan You stood up excitedly. For the first time, she felt quite proud to have a younger brother like Fang Hao.
The opponent walked off the field dejectedly, and number 7 was about to take off his helmet.
Just as Yan You was about to shout Fang Hao's name, she suddenly froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Number 7 removed his helmet and casually tossed his hair upwards, the slightly damp strands falling across his sharp brows and eyes, giving him a unique kind of sexiness. He had a high, straight nose, slightly upturned lips, and deep-set features that made him look like a mixed-race individual—handsome enough to make one's heart race. Moreover, he wasn't overjoyed by his victory; instead, he remained calm, exuding an air of unwavering confidence that left Yan You completely dumbfounded.
Yes, number 7 is very handsome, but he's not Fang Hao...
What's going on here?!
Yan You's heart pounded. Just thinking about how she had cheered him on loudly, almost jumping for joy, made her want to disappear into the ground in embarrassment. She was a seasoned female CEO, someone who had seen it all! How could she have joined the nearby female students in cheering for a handsome stranger?! Had she no shame?!
Just as she covered her face with her hands, barely able to lift her head, a sudden idea struck her, and she turned her gaze back to him.
"Han Rui!"
"Yes!" Han Rui had been sitting next to her, and was just about to say a few words of comfort, but his train of thought was suddenly interrupted.
"Do you think that number 7 is somewhat similar to the type of male lead we're looking for?"
Yan You carefully examined the man. Her new drama, "Under the Elegant Court," required a handsome man with an aristocratic air. Although there was no shortage of good-looking young actors in the entertainment industry, few could match the temperament. The man in front of her, however, inexplicably matched her vision of the protagonist.
Han Rui looked in the direction of number 7. "Yes, better than the others I interviewed today."
"Go, get his contact information and have him come for an interview." Although Yan You was so embarrassed she almost died on the spot, the thought that this blunder might solve her current job problem made her worries disappear.
"good."
Han Rui, having received the order, walked up to Number 7, greeted him politely, and exchanged a few words with him. During this time, both of them also glanced in Yan You's direction.
Not long after, Han Rui handed over his business card, but Number 7 seemed to have no intention of taking it. He just glanced at the card, shook his head indifferently, said a sentence, and left.
Then, No. 7 raised his head and looked at the audience again, his eyes meeting Yan You's.
Because they weren't very close, she couldn't see what emotions were on his face, but his gaze seemed to have a penetrating quality, as if he were peering into people's hearts.
Although being stared at by such eagle-like eyes would make one feel a little apprehensive, she did not back down at all. Instead, she stood tall and unperturbed, letting him 'spy' on her, until he withdrew his gaze and left the arena. Only then did she quietly let go of her tense emotions.
"He refused, saying he had no interest in acting," Han Rui said as he walked back to Yan You's side.
"Did you say we are the Yan Group?"
"I said so."
Did you give my name?
"I've submitted it."
"Unmoved?"
"Unmoved".
Yan You angrily swallowed back the word "damn" that was already on the tip of his tongue.
She is the CEO; she must be dignified and elegant.
"Well, maybe he doesn't watch movies or TV shows at all, and doesn't know you," Han Rui quickly reassured him.
"He looks so sophisticated, but I didn't expect him to be such a country bumpkin." Yan You snorted, clearly unconvinced.
After all, anyone who pays even a little attention to the film and television industry knows the name Yan You.
Countless young men are eager to curry favor with her, frequently visiting her home to shower her with attention and romantic gestures, all just to catch her eye. And who is this Number 7? How dare she refuse her invitation!
Besides… besides, he clearly saw her beauty just now, yet he didn't even consider changing his mind! Is he gay?! Thinking of this, she unconsciously looked Han Rui up and down and asked, "Do you think I'm good-looking?"
Han Rui was taken aback for a moment, but quickly replied, "It looks good."
"Is it beautiful and captivating?"
"yes."
"Hmm, very good, you're perfectly normal." Yan You nodded in satisfaction.
"Huh?" Han Rui was completely confused.
"I've known you since college, and I've never seen you have a girlfriend or heard about anyone you like. I once thought you were gay, but now I'm sure your taste is normal, so you probably aren't. You're just too focused on your studies and work."
"You actually suspected this..." Han Rui rubbed his forehead, feeling quite helpless.
"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Yan You smiled, patted his shoulder, and got up to walk out of the building. "Next, there are two more things to do."
"What?" Han Rui followed closely behind.
Yan You held up his finger: "First, before you leave work tomorrow, I need that kid's information. I want to see who he is. He doesn't want to? I'll poach him anyway. Second, take me home. I'll deal with Fang Hao properly tomorrow."
Han Rui hummed in agreement, feeling a pang of sympathy for Fang Hao. After all, based on his understanding of Yan You, this blunder today was most likely because she had remembered the competition date wrong.

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