Gasps rippled through the crowd.
People pointed at Vivian Wen, murmuring disapproval, calling her a shrew for “attacking” a celebrity in public.
Vivian’s lips curved into a cold smile.
Like mother, like daughter, she thought. Both trained actresses.
Summer Wen whipped out her phone and called her agent.
“Sister Liang! Why would you send someone so incompetent to pick me up? I just made a tiny comment, and she threw an entire cup of coffee on me! I’m supposed to attend an ad launch this afternoon—how am I supposed to show up like this?”
She hung up, then smirked triumphantly at Vivian.
Moments later, Vivian’s phone rang.
She answered—and winced as Sister Liang’s angry voice exploded through the speaker.
“Vivian Wen, what on earth were you thinking? You can’t even handle a simple airport pickup?”
“Sister Liang, the coffee wasn’t me—she poured it on herself!” Vivian tried to explain.
“Enough excuses! I’ve already sent someone else. Get back here immediately!”
Click.
Summer folded her arms, one brow arching with mock pity.
“Got scolded, huh? Don’t take it too hard. In this business, getting yelled at is normal. Especially when you can’t even handle the smallest tasks.”
Her tone was syrupy, her smile sharp.
Vivian stared at her for one long second—then turned on her heel and strode away.
At the nearest vending kiosk, she bought an ice-cold bottle of cola.
She twisted the cap, walked right back to Summer,
and without a word—
poured it over her head.
“Aaaah!”
Summer’s scream tore through the terminal.
The dark, sticky liquid cascaded through her hair, soaking her designer dress, dripping down her legs.
She looked like a drenched, furious cat.
Vivian tilted her chin, her voice calm and cutting.
“You seem to enjoy getting splashed. So here—have a little more. Maybe it’ll wash that thick skin of yours clean.”
With that, she turned and walked off, heels clicking like punctuation marks.
Summer’s face twisted in rage.
“Vivian Wen! You just wait! I’ll make sure you regret this. One day I’ll get you kicked out of Huasheng Entertainment!”

Back at the company, Vivian was summoned straight into Sister Liang’s office.
The woman sat behind her desk, expression cool but voice edged with disappointment.
“Vivian, this is your first day. You may just be an intern now, but when you graduate, you’ll officially represent the company. If you can’t handle something as small as an airport pickup, how can I trust you with bigger responsibilities?”
“Sister Liang, the coffee really wasn’t me,” Vivian said quietly.
“It was… Molly herself who spilled it and blamed me.”
She stopped short of revealing that Molly was actually Summer Wen—no need to drag family drama into work.
Sister Liang studied her for a long moment.
Vivian looked sincere—calm, steady, not like the type who’d pour coffee on a new artist.
She had met Molly before… the girl was, to put it mildly, temperamental.
“Fine,” Sister Liang said at last. “Just be more careful next time.”
Her tone softened.
“The entertainment industry isn’t like school. Here, you have to know when to bow, when to smile, and when to keep quiet. Agents deal with difficult artists all the time. If you stay this headstrong, you won’t last long.”
Vivian nodded silently.
“Understood.”
Outside, she sank into her chair, resting her head on her arms.
Sister Liang wasn’t wrong.
Still—being blamed on her very first day stung more than she’d admit.
Then her phone rang.
The caller ID made her lips curve slightly.
“Mr. Min.”
“How was your first day?” Simon Min’s voice was low, calm, yet gentle.
“Mm… okay, I guess.”
“You sound upset.”
Vivian tried to laugh it off.
“Nothing serious. I just ran into a crazy dog this morning—almost got bitten. Gave me a bit of a scare, that’s all.”
A soft chuckle came through the receiver.
“Mr. Min! You’re laughing at me?” she said, mock-pouting. But her chest felt lighter already.
He cleared his throat.
“My mistake. How about lunch—my treat, as an apology?”
Her smile returned for real.
“Deal!”
By noon, she stepped out of the building—and there he was.
Simon Min leaned casually against a railing, dressed in a crisp white polo shirt.
The sunlight caught the edges of his profile; even standing still, he drew every glance around him.
He straightened when he saw her jogging toward him.
“What do you want to eat?”
Vivian grinned, eyes sparkling.
“Come with me. I’ll show you.”