“Why are those people constantly staring at us?” Jin Hong asked as they left the Special Affairs Bureau and walked onto the bustling streets. She noticed pedestrians frequently glancing back at them, whispering and pointing. “Could it be because we're so beautiful?”

“Should we find a place to change clothes?” Even the usually composed Xing Miao felt uneasy under the intense scrutiny. “These outfits are too eye-catching.”

“But I don’t have any other clothes,” Jin Hong said, her face scrunching up. “Do you?”

“...We could buy some,” Xing Miao suggested. Her old clothes, bought years ago by her master, no longer fit.

“What do you think, Lady Ling Ji?”

“No need,” Ling Ji replied, shaking her head. “My clothes can change shape at will. I can change right now.” She brought her thumb and middle finger together, preparing a transformation spell.

Xing Miao quickly grabbed her hand. “Not here. You can’t use magic in public.”

Before they left, Ming Ying had repeatedly warned Xing Miao to explain human rules to Ling Ji and Jin Hong to avoid causing a disturbance.

“Yes, Lady Ling Ji, people here are ordinary. Using magic will attract even more attention,” Jin Hong said, holding Ling Ji's other hand.

“People these days are such a hassle,” Ling Ji complained, her hands pinned down.

In the past, people begged for their magic. Now, they have to avoid it. Such is the fickleness of time.

“Ladies,” a man wearing a floral shirt, eyeliner, and exuding an effeminate air approached them. “You all look so extraordinary. Interested in forming a group and becoming stars?”

“I guarantee with your looks, you’ll become top-tier celebrities.”

Ling Ji withdrew her hands from Xing Miao and Jin Hong. “What does ‘becoming stars’ mean? And what are celebrities? Are they part of the astrology faction?”

“No, it’s a profession for ordinary people. Once famous, they get attention wherever they go.”

“Oh, let’s go then.” Ling Ji lost interest immediately, turning to leave.

Seeing her about to leave, the man in the floral shirt panicked. “Don’t be in such a hurry to go, young lady. Being a celebrity has many benefits. Besides, Yumu Film is one of the biggest film companies in the industry. We offer great benefits and have an excellent reputation. Every year, countless people strive to join us.”

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“Yumu Film?” Ling Ji’s ears perked up at the familiar name. “You’re from Yumu Film?”

“Yes, I’m a renowned agent at Yumu Film—Hua Hua.” Seeing Ling Ji stop and turn back, Hua Hua quickly pulled out a business card. “I’m heading back to the company now. Why not come and visit?”

“Alright.” Ling Ji took the card, glanced at the unfamiliar characters, and handed it to Xing Miao.

Xing Miao took it, her eyes lingering on the Yumu Film logo. “Do you have spare clothes there?”

Hua Hua nodded eagerly. “Yes, we have a dedicated wardrobe department with a wide variety of styles to choose from.”

Twenty minutes later, Hua Hua’s car drove into Yumu Film’s underground parking lot. After exiting the car, he pressed the elevator button for the ninth floor, where the wardrobe department was located. Above that were training rooms for their artists.

As the elevator ascended, Jin Hong, feeling the movement, grabbed the handrail tightly. “M-my lady, this box is moving by itself.”

“This is an elevator. Is this your first time using one?” Hua Hua, despite his eccentric appearance, had a keen eye and high emotional intelligence. He quickly noticed Jin Hong’s nervousness.

“We used to live in the countryside and didn’t have the chance to see such modern devices,” Xing Miao replied calmly.

“Haha, the countryside is nice, fresh air and no traffic. If I had time, I’d love to live there for a while.” Hua Hua admired their frankness, raising his opinion of them. “I must get them signed. They could be the next big stars like Huli and Lushu.”

“Ding.”

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and a middle-aged man with a messy head of hair hurried in, pressing the button for the eighteenth floor while talking on the phone. “Miss Ying, bad news. Huli is involved in a murder case. Worse, the media were at the scene. I’ve managed to suppress the news for now, but the situation is dire. Meet me on the eighteenth floor.”

He glanced at the keypad, seeing the elevator had stopped on the ninth floor and feeling impatient, quickly hit the close button before anyone else could act.

“Thunk.” The door closed just as it opened a crack. The middle-aged man, wiping sweat from his brow, relaxed when he saw Hua Hua. “It’s you.”

He worried the scandal might be overheard by the wrong people but felt relieved seeing Hua Hua.

“Who are these ladies?” The middle-aged man’s small eyes narrowed with suspicion at the unfamiliar faces.

“They’re newcomers I’m scouting, showing them around,” Hua Hua explained, mentally calculating how to keep them from spreading what they overheard.

“Explain it thoroughly once the elevator stops,” the middle-aged man emphasized.

Hua Hua understood immediately. “Don’t worry, I will.”

The middle-aged man nodded, trusting Hua Hua’s competence despite his odd demeanor.

“Ding.” The elevator reached the eighteenth floor.

Before the doors fully opened, the middle-aged man rushed out, heading straight for the president’s office.

“Hey, young lady, that’s where our president works. Ordinary people can’t go in there,” Hua Hua called, seeing the black-clad girl following the man towards the president’s office.

Panicking, he rushed out, trying to grab her back, but the girl effortlessly dodged his hand.

Hua Hua, bewildered, thought it was a fluke. “Young lady, this place is off-limits to you. Come back.”

Standing in her path, he patiently tried to convince her. “If it weren’t for your exceptional looks, I wouldn’t be so persistent.”

“I’m not human,” Ling Ji corrected.

“Huh?” Hua Hua was confused.

“You said ordinary people can’t enter,” Ling Ji explained. “I’m not human, so I can.”

Hua Hua: “...”

Wait, what? But this place is truly off-limits.

“Are you joking? If you’re not human, are you a demon?” Hua Hua scrutinized Ling Ji’s clear eyes, doubting she was mentally unstable. “It’s not about whether you’re human. You just can’t go in there.”

“Why not?” Ling Ji’s patience wore thin. She glared at him, her aura intensifying.

Hua Hua felt a sudden chill, his back prickling with fear. He glanced at the ceiling, thinking the air conditioning was broken, then heard a voice from another elevator.

“Who’s there?” A seductive woman with a bombshell figure stepped out, retreating several steps, her back against the wall. Her brows furrowed in suspicion. “Which senior is here?”

Hu Li’s eyes locked onto the figures ahead.

Ignoring Jin Hong’s weak power, she focused on Xing Miao, noting her strength wasn’t intimidating. Then her gaze settled on the young girl in black. Meeting her gaze, Hu Li’s spine stiffened, instinctively adopting a defensive stance.

“Lady Ling Ji,” Jin Hong whispered, peeking from behind Ling Ji, “she’s a demon too.”

As a kappa, Jin Hong’s instincts were sharp, quickly identifying Hu Li’s nature.

“A fox demon,” Xing Miao added, her fingers quickly calculating. “From the Qingqiu clan.”

“Indeed,” Ling Ji confirmed, her nose twitching. “She’s from Qingqiu.”

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