"Mr. Yu, our relationship is only fake; there's no need to take it so seriously. I'm preparing to become an actress, and my senior is helping me rehearse. This is really important to me. Mr. Yu, could you please be a little more forgiving?"
Yu Jingchen was resolute in his response. "You're not allowed to become an actress; it's not a suitable profession for you."
An Ning almost laughed out of anger. "President Yu, we've only known each other for a few days. How can you decide this profession isn't suitable for me?"
Yu Jingchen's critical gaze swept over her. "First of all, your major isn't relevant; your studies in economics are worlds apart from acting. You're not pretty enough, not curvy enough, too straightforward, you don't know how to be subtle or how to ingratiate yourself with influential people. Do you think you can make it in the entertainment industry?"
An Ning was so angry she felt like she might bleed.