Everyone in the Entertainment Industry Thinks I’m a Flirty Diva [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 7

No one expected that the items in the squad leader’s hands actually belonged to Zhao Mincong.

Just as everyone was suspecting whether Zhao Mincong was taking the blame to protect Chu Xi, he added: “Reporting to the squad leader, you didn’t get everything. I also hid an eye cream tube in the same spot.”

Squad Leader Liu left for half a minute and returned with an extra tube of Bio-essence eye cream.

Everyone: “…………”

Chu Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhao Mincong hadn’t voluntarily admitted to hiding the eye cream as proof that the items were indeed his, some would surely have thought Zhao Mincong was covering for her.

Zhao Mincong was nearly forty, yet not a single wrinkle could be seen on his face—proof of his meticulous skincare routine. Who would have thought he’d be this refined even in the military, hiding skincare products like a child hiding snacks.

The barrage of comments was filled with laughter:

[Hahahahaha Teacher Zhao is so adorable!]

[Teacher Zhao’s skin is amazing! Please share your skincare secrets!]

[This basic girl has lived over twenty years without ever using eye cream. I’ve lost.]

[Has anyone tried the chopper eyebrow pencil? Is it good?]

[The “Ex-Boyfriend” face mask got confiscated—Teacher Zhao’s heart must be bleeding hahaha]

Amidst the laughter, a few skeptical voices emerged:

[When they thought it was Chu Xi, she got torn apart. Isn’t this a bit of a double standard…]

[How come Chu Xi hiding skincare makes her a bitch, but Teacher Zhao doing it is cute?]

However, these two comments were quickly drowned out with no responses.

Zhao Mincong was punished with twenty extra push-ups for secretly hoarding skincare products.

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At Yuanjing Tower, Gu Mingjing frowned at his phone.

Assistant Gao, knowing Gu Mingjing didn’t follow entertainment news, had prepared a PowerPoint summarizing Chu Xi’s recent activities to report to him.

Helping an elderly man cross the road only to be mistaken for a sugar baby in a paparazzi shot, clapping back at anti-fans on Weibo, joining a military reality show, and even cutting her hair short.

The final slide featured Chu Xi’s short-haired selfie posted on Weibo.

Gu Mingjing lingered on this slide the longest.

Assistant Gao noticed their CEO had been staring at Miss Chu’s selfie for several minutes.

As a gold-standard assistant skilled at reading his boss’s mind, he didn’t directly point out Gu Mingjing’s distraction. Instead, on his way out, he “casually” mentioned that the variety show Chu Xi was on, Brave Heart, was currently streaming live on Goose Video.

After this “offhand” revelation, Assistant Gao exited the office triumphantly, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Gu Mingjing closed the PowerPoint titled “Recent Overview of Miss Chu,” placed his phone on the desk, leaned back in his executive chair, and lightly tapped his fingertips together, elbows resting on the armrests.

This was usually his posture when listening to subordinates—chin slightly raised, exuding authority. Now, he used it to ponder, just as effectively.

There was no denying that he had been quite satisfied with Chu Xi’s performance over the past two years—so satisfied that he was more than willing to continue their current arrangement. He had always taken it for granted that if their relationship were to end one day, he would be the one to call it off.

But now, the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

He had been dumped by Chu Xi.

Although Assistant Gao framed the termination of their relationship as a “friendly and harmonious conclusion of contractual obligations,” Gu Mingjing knew the truth: he had been unceremoniously dropped by the little mistress he had kept for two years.

He couldn’t understand it. He had treated her well, providing her with the finest luxuries and showering her with top-tier resources. As a top-tier patron—one whom other actresses fought tooth and nail to win over—what more could Chu Xi possibly be dissatisfied with?

Unless… there was someone else.

The thought darkened Gu Mingjing’s expression, but he dismissed it immediately.

Every move Chu Xi made was under his surveillance. He could even tell whether a mosquito bite on her leg came from a male or female mosquito. There was no way she could have another man on the side.

Then why?

Moreover, after dumping him, this little mistress seemed to reveal a side of herself he had never seen before.

At the very least, the Chu Xi he knew—docile, obedient, and too timid to even raise her voice—would never dare to talk back.

For some reason, Gu Mingjing suddenly felt as though he had been played for a fool these past two years.

What had Assistant Gao just said?

Gu Mingjing picked up his phone from the desk, pondered for a moment, and then deliberately downloaded the Goose Video app.

The splash screen advertisement featured the new reality show Brave Heart, currently streaming live.

Gu Mingjing clicked in.

The first scene showed Chu Xi doing push-ups.

Her hands were placed slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, her body taut in a straight line, feet parted at a textbook-perfect thirty-degree angle.

A flawless push-up stance.

As she lowered herself, her elbows bent, chest hovering just a fist’s distance from the ground before she pushed back up, arms straight, ready for the next rep.

Women often struggled with proper push-up form—either their waists sagged or their arms lacked the strength to support them. This was the first time Gu Mingjing had seen someone execute it so flawlessly. A flicker of admiration rose in his chest.

Then the camera panned out. A row of people, all in perfect sync, performing push-ups.

Gu Mingjing watched for a while, then suddenly frowned.

What was going on? There were six people doing push-ups in total, but Chu Xi was the only woman.

The camera then panned to Company Commander Wang and Squad Leader Liu.

Still men.

Then the scene shifted outdoors to the training ground, where soldiers were carrying out drills. The young troops ran in perfect unison, their footsteps synchronized.

Where on earth was Chu Xi?

After watching for half an hour, Gu Mingjing hadn’t spotted a single female creature apart from Chu Xi. Every time they lined up, Chu Xi stood among a row of new recruits. When the camera swept over them, she stood out like a fresh little cabbage sprouting from the dirt—radiantly pale and tender enough to squeeze water from.

Gu Mingjing’s frown deepened until it could practically crush a fly. He held his phone at arm’s length.

What kind of goddamn show was this?