"Maimai, are you really going to terminate your contract with Precious Heart? It’s okay to talk about it, but actually terminating it is another matter."

Wenqing watched as Maimai placed a small notebook on her lap, seriously studying how to draft the termination contract. Seeing her struggling for an hour, he couldn’t help but give her a wake-up call, saying, "Given the current situation, being under Precious Heart is the most advantageous for our acting careers. Plus, Brother Sheng Sheng isn’t just anyone, he takes extra care of us. If you don’t sign with Precious Heart and go to another company, it won’t be beneficial for your future in film and television."

"Then I can sign with Charm World, can’t I? How is that worse than Precious Heart?" Maimai was defiant. She was bottling up a lot of frustration without any outlet, and even though she knew Wenqing’s analysis made a lot of sense, she needed to vent. She absolutely had to figure out this termination contract and meet with the turtle egg tomorrow night to terminate it.

"Charm World is in Spain. Do you plan to develop in Europe, or do you want to develop in America?" Wenqing didn’t want to discourage her.

Maimai lifted her chin, of course she wanted to break into Hollywood. She definitely didn’t want to develop in Europe!

"Then I can sign with other companies; it’s not like Precious Heart is the only one out there. If I terminate, there will definitely be plenty of companies willing to sign me!" Maimai said narcissistically.

Wenqing was in pajamas, applying a face mask, lying beside her, "Indeed, it’s not just Precious Heart, but for the best development of our future careers, none compare to Precious Heart!"

"So basically, you’re just telling me it’s not worth terminating!" Maimai placed the notebook aside, cracked open a walnut to snack on, thinking that walnuts enhance brain function so she could figure out how to draft the termination contract.

"But I can’t swallow this; I don’t want to be tied down by that turtle egg’s ten-year slave-contract!"

"What did Sheng Sheng do to offend you back then? He’s apologized and compensated all these years, yet you can’t let it go?" Wenqing couldn’t understand. Maimai didn’t elaborate, she just said, "The deeper the love, the deeper the hate, get it?"

It’s like the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment! She was that small-minded, and even after almost five years, she couldn’t let it go!

Wenqing put on headphones, with one earbud in, laughing leisurely, "Who are you to say you had feelings for Brother Sheng Sheng back then?"

"Pshaw!" Maimai ruffled her own messy hair, taking a sip, "I was just using it as a metaphor. What do I know about love? I haven’t even had a first love! Anyway, he didn’t look kindly on me, thought I wasn’t as good as his ideal, so I’d never degrade myself by associating with him!" Not to mention talking about first love!

Women do hold grudges, so what!

"Then just let it go, you know, Brother Sheng Sheng is actually quite righteous, and Precious Heart has been genuinely good to us both these years."

Hearing this, Maimai swiftly stood up, pointed down at Wenqing from above, wishing she could make him eat her fragrant foot: "Have you been bought off by sugar-coated bullets? Stinky Wenqing, you need to be on my side, don’t you know? We’re the real siblings!"

"Sheng Sheng is also my cousin." As soon as Wenqing said this, Maimai rushed over to hug his neck, "I don’t care, does a cousin compare to a real sibling? You must stand by me, come with me to meet that turtle egg tomorrow night, and terminate the contract too!"

"I’m not terminating; I’m not that foolish. You handle your own mess." Wenqing peeled off the face mask from his face, pushed her away, glanced at the time; it was time for sleep. Early to bed, early to rise, good for the skin.