After the 99th Confession , The Cold School Beauty's Personality Collapsed-Chapter 46
After leaving Qin Luo's school, Jiang Zhitao answered a call and then drove to the bustling CBD, stopping in front of a tall building.
Hanging on the building were four large characters spelling out the name of an entertainment giant—Tianhong Entertainment.
When it comes to the entertainment industry, Tianhong Entertainment is a major player that any artist seeking high-quality development must reckon with.
In this country, filled with entertainment companies and self-media firms, Tianhong Entertainment stands as an established enterprise, a big brother in the industry. With its solid foundation and vast capital, it ranks among the top three nationwide.
Each year, countless young people with dreams of stardom scramble to join Tianhong Entertainment, only to be ruthlessly filtered out, blending into the crowd as just another face.
Those who manage to climb this mountain can gain a vantage point, becoming a widely celebrated superstar.
But the path to the top is like crossing a single-plank bridge among a sea of competitors. Some rely on all sorts of means to make it through, while many hesitate to take the first step or fall into the abyss halfway.
However, Jiang Zhitao didn’t cross that single-plank bridge.
Her ascent was as if she had a cheat code, soaring straight to the summit.
There were two reasons for this. First, her abilities were outstanding—no need to mention her appearance; she also had a heavenly voice. With such talent, after some simple training, she appeared on screen and instantly captivated audiences.
The second reason was her father, a shareholder in Tianhong Entertainment.
Her combination of talent and background made Jiang Zhitao a princess of sorts within Tianhong Entertainment.
As soon as she entered the building, countless people greeted her.
The men struggled to hide their admiration, while the women looked at her with a mixture of envy and jealousy over her current status.
With a polite smile, Jiang Zhitao nodded to those who greeted her, then entered the elevator and headed to the upper floors.
The entire building belonged to Tianhong Entertainment, with each floor having different facilities. Jiang Zhitao went to the floor she often frequented, equipped with a dedicated dance studio, a singing room, a yoga room, and more.
All these facilities were solely for her use; no one else was allowed to use them.
Additionally, she had a private studio, a privilege afforded to very few within Tianhong Entertainment.
She walked gracefully towards her studio.
Near the door, she overheard two assistants chatting excitedly, so she paused to listen.
Two young female assistants were huddled together, talking animatedly.
"Hey, hey, check out this video, he's so handsome!"
"It's just basketball. What's so exciting... Whoa! That guy is really handsome!"
"Oh my gosh, that dunk is amazing, and he's so good-looking, I’m practically drooling!"
"The video looks like it’s from Finance University. Ugh, I wish I were born a few years later—maybe I could've been his classmate."
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"Pfft, even if you were his classmate, he wouldn’t give you a second look."
"And like he'd look at you? Come on, if you ask me, Sister Taozi would be a much better match for him."
"Sure, they're a match in looks, but Sister Taozi’s a big star. He may be handsome, but he's just a regular student. He couldn’t possibly compare."
"You can't say that. What if he becomes a superstar himself one day?"
"Fair point..."
The assistants continued their chatter until an older female manager walked over and lightly tapped their heads, saying, "You two! Gossiping about Sister Taozi behind her back—do you still want to keep your jobs?"
"Hehe, Sister Taozi wouldn’t mind."
"Yeah, she’s nothing like those other big stars. We love her!"
The manager smiled but then turned serious, warning, "Just because she’s approachable doesn’t mean you can gossip about her. If anyone else hears, you'll be in trouble, understand?"
The two assistants stuck their tongues out and flashed cute smiles, nodding, "We get it, we get it."
Just then, the sound of footsteps caught their attention as Jiang Zhitao approached.
The assistants immediately stood up and greeted her, "Good morning, Sister Taozi!"
"Morning! You two seem full of energy today," Jiang Zhitao replied with a smile.
"Hehe, we just saw an especially handsome guy."
"We were just saying how well you two would match, Sister Taozi. Do you want to see?"
"You two, behave," the manager scolded with a glance, then called Jiang Zhitao over.
They moved to an adjacent room.
The manager’s expression turned anxious, and she said, "Taozi, why are you doing this? I don’t know what happened between you and Mr. Jiang, but going against him like this—it’s not worth it."
Jiang Zhitao knew what the manager was getting at and shook her head, replying calmly, "It's alright, Sister Mei. I’ve already made up my mind."
She stood up to leave, but Sister Mei continued, "You still have dreams of stardom. You’re at the peak of your career. Making a wrong move now could damage your future."
At this, Jiang Zhitao paused by the door, sighed wistfully, and said, "Sister Mei, you don’t understand the details... For this so-called dream, I’ve already sacrificed too much. I can’t afford to keep making the same mistakes."
Sister Mei was puzzled but still tried to console her, "My dear, what mistakes? You haven’t done anything wrong, have you? Right now, you’re at the top—"
Before she could finish, Jiang Zhitao had already left.
All Sister Mei could do was sigh and hold back her words, a look of worry on her face.
It was like something straight out of a movie: a young heiress clashing with a major shareholder, who then decides to bury her at the peak of her career.
But in real life, who can handle that?
Sister Mei was troubled but dared not speak of it, fearing the assistants might spread it around. She sat aside in silent worry.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhitao, looking carefree, approached the assistants and asked, "What video were you watching just now? Let me see."
One of the assistants, still holding the phone, quickly handed it over. "Here, this one."
