I Dominate the Entertainment Industry Through Top-Tier Star-Making

Be your own boss, forget about working for someone else.

The hot tea on the table had long since lost its steam, and the large room was illuminated only by the faint blue glow from a single computer.

It was 5 a.m., and the sky was gradually lightening. Yu Aolan closed her laptop, sighed deeply, and shuffled in her soft slippers to the bathroom mirror. She looked at her reflection, a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

If this wasn’t a dream, then she really had experienced what was described in those fantasy plots:

*I have been reborn.*

Not only was her room set up exactly like it had been twenty years ago, but all the communication devices, the level of technological development, the online information, and even her appearance… everything had returned to how it was twenty years ago.

Now, I’m 25 years old, in my prime.

Although she’d stayed up late, her face still held traces of perfectly applied makeup that she hadn’t removed. Yesterday—no, twenty years later—fatigue and the passage of time would have been evident in her wrinkles and eyes, impossible to hide.

But now, the reflection in the mirror showed a youthful and confident woman, seemingly bursting with energy.

She braced herself against the countertop, leaning closer to the mirror. One hand cradled her face, her fingers tracing from her cheeks down to her chin. The long-lost collagen felt just as she remembered: soft and elastic.

She smiled, and the woman in the mirror smiled back—radiant, charming, with an air of grace and dignity.

Yu Aolan was undeniably beautiful; anyone who had seen her agreed. Many had never understood why she chose to be a talent agent instead of an artist herself.

Thanks to her parents’ genes, she had a face others could only envy, particularly her signature almond-shaped eyes—narrow, with a hint of casual elegance and detachment.

She couldn’t help but think of her brother, who had eyes just like hers. But while her beauty was striking and aggressive, her brother’s eyes always seemed to carry an unshakable sorrow and vulnerability.

Back when she was in the entertainment industry, whenever Yu Aolan glanced at the camera, people would fall for her unique charm in droves.

This was why the title “Most Beautiful Agent” always hovered over her head, making people forget how powerful she was at creating stars. She wasn’t just a pretty face; the artists under her wing and those she had dealt with knew her iron-fisted tactics.

Yet, just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of her career, she had fallen.

Was it fate…?

Yu Aolan lowered her eyes, her gaze clouded.

Though her mind had accepted the fact, her heart still raced, filled with questions.

*Why was I reborn?*

*Why, specifically, twenty years ago?*

*Could it be… a second chance from the heavens to fix my past?*

She stared blankly at her reflection, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her mind. Yu Aolan frowned slightly, rubbing her temples.

Just now, a scene seemed to flash through her mind, and she remembered the sensation of weightlessness before her rebirth.

*Right, I was visiting my brother’s grave. I’d driven that road hundreds of times. I could have navigated it with my eyes closed. So, why did my car suddenly veer off the road and plunge into the ravine?*

Was it a natural accident, or…

*Did someone try to kill me?*

Yu Aolan’s expression turned cold, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She couldn’t help but suspect foul play; given her status, there were plenty of people who wanted her dead. And after all, it was only on this one day each year that she would let her guard down and not have bodyguards around.

But who exactly wanted me dead?

On the other hand, there were only a few people who truly cared about me.

*Maybe… only him.*

“Bzzz… bzzz…”

Her phone vibrated again. When she picked it up, she saw over a dozen missed calls from the same person—Cheng Yi.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm.

Cheng Yi was the person who knew her best, but Yu Aolan wasn’t ready to tell him about her rebirth.

Besides, who would believe such an unbelievable thing?

She answered the phone. “…Cheng Yi.”

“Are you alright? You didn’t answer your personal phone,” a deep voice said.

His voice was pleasant, the kind that even a phone’s poor audio quality couldn’t diminish. It was soothing to listen to.

But Yu Aolan had heard it for forty years and had long since become immune.

Although Cheng Yi’s tone was steady, she could still hear the concern he tried to hide.

Not giving him a chance to speak further, she quickly said, “I’ll come to see you soon. Hanging up now.”

She ended the call and tossed her phone into her bag, quickly getting ready to leave.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she glanced deeply at the tightly locked door of the room next to hers.

This used to be her brother’s room, now empty.

*I haven’t forgiven him yet. He wouldn’t dare come back, anyway.*

Yu Aolan smiled bitterly before turning away.

According to the timeline, her brother was still studying abroad. But now that fate had given her a second chance, there was still time to set things right.

*I won’t let that happen again.*

Her gaze was firm.

…

Soon, the door to Cheng Yi’s office was pushed open without mercy. He looked up from his work, resigned.

“Aolan, you forgot to knock again.”

Yu Aolan strode in confidently, her high heels clicking, and sat down on the sofa like she owned the place. She waved to the secretary for tea, then turned her gaze to her old friend, Cheng Yi.

“Clients knock. And since you know I never knock, you should’ve learned to accept it by now instead of casually mentioning it every time.”

“You seem upset,” Cheng Yi said, closing his laptop and frowning. “Is it because of Shutong?”

He had known Yu Aolan since childhood and knew her better than anyone. Normally cold and composed, when she started talking more, it meant something was off.

Yu Aolan was silent.

Cheng Yi’s brow furrowed. He knew Aolan would never forgive Shutong, but they were still siblings, bound by blood. As an outsider, he could only offer a few words of advice.

“You’re the only family each other has left, Aolan,” Cheng Yi said gently, trying to be sensitive to her emotions. “Abroad is not his home.”

“I know,” Yu Aolan murmured. “I’ll ask him to come back during the holidays this year.”

Cheng Yi was about to say more when he realized, to his surprise, that the usually defensive Aolan had actually agreed.

“Surprised?”

“Not… well, yes, a little,” Cheng Yi admitted with a nod.

If the siblings reconciled, it would be good for everyone.

“Once you return to the company, those old geezers will finally feel at ease.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” Yu Aolan said, giving him a puzzled look. “They’re still doing well in their roles. How could I bear to let them retire and babysit? I’m still planning to be an agent.”

Cheng Yi was exasperated. “Why would you give up being the president of Yu Group to go be a small-time agent at Xingyue Company? I can understand if you’re doing it to get back at Shutong, but if you’re ready to reconcile, why…”

“You’re only half right,” Yu Aolan interrupted. “I’m not going to Xingyue. I’ve decided—why work for someone else when I can work for myself?”

“Oh?”

“So, I’m pl

anning to have Yu Group expand into the entertainment industry and take a big bite of that market. Cheng Yi, your vision is too narrow.”

Be your own boss, forget about working for someone else.

The hot tea on the table had long since lost its steam, and the large room was illuminated only by the faint blue glow from a single computer.

It was 5 a.m., and the sky was gradually lightening. Yu Aolan closed her laptop, sighed deeply, and shuffled in her soft slippers to the bathroom mirror. She looked at her reflection, a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

If this wasn’t a dream, then she really had experienced what was described in those fantasy plots:
*I have been reborn.*

Not only was her room set up exactly like it had been twenty years ago, but all the communication devices, the level of technological development, the online information, and even her appearance… everything had returned to how it was twenty years ago.

Now, I’m 25 years old, in my prime.

Although she’d stayed up late, her face still held traces of perfectly applied makeup that she hadn’t removed. Yesterday—no, twenty years later—fatigue and the passage of time would have been evident in her wrinkles and eyes, impossible to hide.

But now, the reflection in the mirror showed a youthful and confident woman, seemingly bursting with energy.

She braced herself against the countertop, leaning closer to the mirror. One hand cradled her face, her fingers tracing from her cheeks down to her chin. The long-lost collagen felt just as she remembered: soft and elastic.

She smiled, and the woman in the mirror smiled back—radiant, charming, with an air of grace and dignity.

Yu Aolan was undeniably beautiful; anyone who had seen her agreed. Many had never understood why she chose to be a talent agent instead of an artist herself.

Thanks to her parents’ genes, she had a face others could only envy, particularly her signature almond-shaped eyes—narrow, with a hint of casual elegance and detachment.

She couldn’t help but think of her brother, who had eyes just like hers. But while her beauty was striking and aggressive, her brother’s eyes always seemed to carry an unshakable sorrow and vulnerability.

Back when she was in the entertainment industry, whenever Yu Aolan glanced at the camera, people would fall for her unique charm in droves.

This was why the title “Most Beautiful Agent” always hovered over her head, making people forget how powerful she was at creating stars. She wasn’t just a pretty face; the artists under her wing and those she had dealt with knew her iron-fisted tactics.

Yet, just one step away from reaching the pinnacle of her career, she had fallen.

Was it fate…?

Yu Aolan lowered her eyes, her gaze clouded.

Though her mind had accepted the fact, her heart still raced, filled with questions.
*Why was I reborn?*
*Why, specifically, twenty years ago?*
*Could it be… a second chance from the heavens to fix my past?*

She stared blankly at her reflection, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced her mind. Yu Aolan frowned slightly, rubbing her temples.

Just now, a scene seemed to flash through her mind, and she remembered the sensation of weightlessness before her rebirth.
*Right, I was visiting my brother’s grave. I’d driven that road hundreds of times. I could have navigated it with my eyes closed. So, why did my car suddenly veer off the road and plunge into the ravine?*

Was it a natural accident, or…
*Did someone try to kill me?*

Yu Aolan’s expression turned cold, her lips pressed into a thin line.

She couldn’t help but suspect foul play; given her status, there were plenty of people who wanted her dead. And after all, it was only on this one day each year that she would let her guard down and not have bodyguards around.

But who exactly wanted me dead?

On the other hand, there were only a few people who truly cared about me.
*Maybe… only him.*

“Bzzz… bzzz…”

Her phone vibrated again. When she picked it up, she saw over a dozen missed calls from the same person—Cheng Yi.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm.

Cheng Yi was the person who knew her best, but Yu Aolan wasn’t ready to tell him about her rebirth.

Besides, who would believe such an unbelievable thing?

She answered the phone. “…Cheng Yi.”

“Are you alright? You didn’t answer your personal phone,” a deep voice said.

His voice was pleasant, the kind that even a phone’s poor audio quality couldn’t diminish. It was soothing to listen to.

But Yu Aolan had heard it for forty years and had long since become immune.

Although Cheng Yi’s tone was steady, she could still hear the concern he tried to hide.

Not giving him a chance to speak further, she quickly said, “I’ll come to see you soon. Hanging up now.”

She ended the call and tossed her phone into her bag, quickly getting ready to leave.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she glanced deeply at the tightly locked door of the room next to hers.

This used to be her brother’s room, now empty.
*I haven’t forgiven him yet. He wouldn’t dare come back, anyway.*

Yu Aolan smiled bitterly before turning away.

According to the timeline, her brother was still studying abroad. But now that fate had given her a second chance, there was still time to set things right.

*I won’t let that happen again.*

Her gaze was firm.

…

Soon, the door to Cheng Yi’s office was pushed open without mercy. He looked up from his work, resigned.

“Aolan, you forgot to knock again.”

Yu Aolan strode in confidently, her high heels clicking, and sat down on the sofa like she owned the place. She waved to the secretary for tea, then turned her gaze to her old friend, Cheng Yi.

“Clients knock. And since you know I never knock, you should’ve learned to accept it by now instead of casually mentioning it every time.”

“You seem upset,” Cheng Yi said, closing his laptop and frowning. “Is it because of Shutong?”

He had known Yu Aolan since childhood and knew her better than anyone. Normally cold and composed, when she started talking more, it meant something was off.

Yu Aolan was silent.

Cheng Yi’s brow furrowed. He knew Aolan would never forgive Shutong, but they were still siblings, bound by blood. As an outsider, he could only offer a few words of advice.

“You’re the only family each other has left, Aolan,” Cheng Yi said gently, trying to be sensitive to her emotions. “Abroad is not his home.”

“I know,” Yu Aolan murmured. “I’ll ask him to come back during the holidays this year.”

Cheng Yi was about to say more when he realized, to his surprise, that the usually defensive Aolan had actually agreed.

“Surprised?”

“Not… well, yes, a little,” Cheng Yi admitted with a nod.

If the siblings reconciled, it would be good for everyone.

“Once you return to the company, those old geezers will finally feel at ease.”

“You’ve got it wrong,” Yu Aolan said, giving him a puzzled look. “They’re still doing well in their roles. How could I bear to let them retire and babysit? I’m still planning to be an agent.”

Cheng Yi was exasperated. “Why would you give up being the president of Yu Group to go be a small-time agent at Xingyue Company? I can understand if you’re doing it to get back at Shutong, but if you’re ready to reconcile, why…”

“You’re only half right,” Yu Aolan interrupted. “I’m not going to Xingyue. I’ve decided—why work for someone else when I can work for myself?”

“Oh?”

“So, I’m planning to have Yu Group expand into the entertainment industry and take a big bite of that market. Cheng Yi, your vision is too narrow.”