Lin Zhiyi spent three years as Gu Yechen’s “assistant,” and the whole world thought she’d clawed her way to the top. Then she heard him tell the “woman he’d always loved” on the phone, “Don’t worry. Her eyes just happen to look a little like yours. How could I fall for her?”
A contract, a transaction: she had been nothing more than a poor substitute.
Lin Zhiyi finally saw things clearly and handed him the signed divorce papers. “Mr. Gu, the contract has expired. I won’t be renewing it.”
She vanished without a trace, then wrote scripts under the pen name “Xingchen” and shot to fame overnight. At a bidding meeting for her new script, Gu Yechen, who had once looked down on her, sat among the audience as the biggest investor, while she chatted and laughed with Lu Shen, an up-and-coming director who admired her.
Gu Yechen looked at the dazzling woman, who seemed to glow from within, and his eyes finally reddened. He tossed down a contract worth a fortune and said hoarsely, “Zhiyi, let’s talk.”
Lin Zhiyi smiled coolly. “Best Actor Gu, if you want to discuss my script, please make an appointment through my agent.”
