After Becoming a Film Queen, She Dumped Her Financial Sponsor - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Fu Qingyun, You’re Just Heartbroken!

Although their three-year contract relationship had ended, the connection between Fu Qingyun and Qiao Sijin remained tangled and complicated.

The agency she was now signed with had originally been arranged by Fu Qingyun. It was a small entertainment company under the Fu family, but it had a clean reputation, free from the sleazy scandals common in the industry.

She could choose her own scripts and commercials. No CEO ever forced her into anything.

Returning to this familiar place again, Qiao Sijin suddenly found it a little strange. Outside the company building, posters of her award-winning film were now prominently displayed.

“Miss Qiao, this time you’ve really brought honor to our company.”

A man in a sharp suit reached out to shake hands with Qiao Sijin. He smiled warmly, but it was hard to miss the slightly obsequious look in his eyes.

“No need, Director Zhao. Acting well in a role is simply my job. I also haven’t forgotten the company’s support.”

Such polite phrases—Qiao Sijin had repeated them countless times, even when facing Fu Qingyun she’d always been careful and guarded.

Since she was young, she had learned to read the room. Her parents separated and remarried, and wherever she went, she never seemed to be truly wanted.

Even when she began acting, her family had dismissed her as no better than some cheap performer.

She merely touched his hand briefly, just enough for courtesy’s sake.

Qiao Sijin quickly withdrew her hand. She didn’t know why—but she always had some resistance to physical contact. Only Fu Qingyun’s touch never triggered a visceral disgust.

“Hahaha, Miss Qiao, you’re really humble.”

“In this industry, to win something like the Palme d’Or and still remain so modest—probably only you.”

Thanks to her film Narcissus, she had become the youngest and most outstanding winner of the Golden Palm Award. She now had enough clout in the industry to be overbearing, and no one dared to object.

Others praised her acting, but Qiao Sijin didn’t care. From the beginning, she had never underestimated herself.

That’s why she had today’s success.

And with the experience of her past life, she had a keen grasp on market trends for the coming years. Narcissus was a carefully selected project.

Sure enough, on the first day of its release, it grossed over 100 million yuan.

“But… are you really done with President Fu?”

Their relationship might have been under wraps to the public, but people inside the company were more or less aware.

Hearing this question, Qiao Sijin’s assistant Li Ke looked alarmed—practically in panic. She jumped forward and stood between them, urgently crossing her arms into a big X in front of her chest.

This guy had no sense, saying whatever came to mind.

Even if she was clueless, Li Ke could tell their relationship had hit rock bottom lately. Was that really something to bring up casually?

Seeing Li Ke’s anxious expression, Director Zhao backed off a step, shaking his head helplessly.

“Miss Qiao, I know President Fu is cold and not always easy to get close to. But… leaving her may not be the best move.”

He had heard a bit about Fu Qingyun’s personality. If she hadn’t grown tired of Qiao Sijin after three years, it was likely she still cared. With just a little pillow talk, Qiao Sijin could have gotten any resources she wanted.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Director Zhao. This is my personal business. I know what I’m doing.”

Without another word, she brushed past him.

Qiao Sijin walked into the company building, deeply impressed by these people’s wild imaginations. Wanting her to get back together with that heartless, emotionally unavailable Fu Qingyun?

Not a chance.

Anything Fu Qingyun had ever done for her, Qiao Sijin had paid for in full.

That woman was too proud and distant. Qiao Sijin was done serving her.

….

Back home, Fu Qingyun stepped into the living room still holding a file folder from work.

As soon as she entered, she saw someone lounging casually with one leg crossed over the other, leisurely holding a bright red cherry.

“You’re back?”

“Well, well, looked like last night was delicious?”

Shen Dai was sprawled across a vintage-style sofa, her eyes falling on the hickey-like mark at Fu Qingyun’s collarbone. A very clear bite mark, purplish-red and fresh.

Whoever that wildcat was, she’d certainly left her mark. Even by evening, the bruising hadn’t faded.

“It’s over between us.”

“From now on, cancel all her projects.”

Fu Qingyun’s eyes were hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses, her tailored suit immaculate except for the unbuttoned top two buttons of her white shirt—adding a hint of seduction to her usually buttoned-up look.

Her tone was calm, unreadable.

“You’re really letting her go?”

“What now? Planning to starve that disobedient little wildcat back into your bed by cutting off her ‘cat food’?”

Although Shen Dai wasn’t her real sister, she knew Fu Qingyun like the back of her hand after all these years.

Now that Fu Zhengren’s health was failing, the entire family fortune was practically in Fu Qingyun’s hands.

If she really wanted to starve that heartless little wildcat out, she wouldn’t need help. A single look would be enough to destroy her.

“You fed her too gently. Now she doesn’t even realize how dangerous the world is.”

Shen Dai walked closer, picking a cherry from the fruit bowl and handing it to Fu Qingyun, teasing glint in her eyes.

“Tired of her already?”

“That’s not it?”

“Shen Dai, don’t you think you’re being too talkative today? You’re really quite annoying.”

Fu Qingyun snapped the file folder shut—it had been open for ages and she hadn’t flipped a single page. Her tone was casual, as if she were merely done playing with a toy that had lost its appeal.

People in power—

How could she be shackled by mere desires?

Only the weak made such childish mistakes.

“I didn’t choose her because she was the only option.”

“She was just… the most compatible.”

She didn’t deny that she craved Qiao Sijin’s body. It had become an addiction.

“You really think I’ll believe that?”

Shen Dai stepped closer, only to have Fu Qingyun raise her folder between them like a barrier, her eyes cold behind the glasses.

“Believe what you want.”

“I’m going to rest. Mother isn’t coming home tonight. You don’t need to wait here.”

She began walking up the wooden stairs, her expression showing the slightest weariness.

“Kicking me out already? I am your sister, you know.”

Still acting like a child, nothing had changed. Shen Dai put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes.

“You’re not even bl00d-related.”

Fu Qingyun’s voice drifted down from upstairs.

That line nearly sent Shen Dai into a fit of rage.

“Admit it, Fu Qingyun! You’re just heartbroken!”