Chapter 47: The Brows and Eyes that Look Sixty Percent Similar
Chen Wei looked up at the sound.
After three years, he finally had a legitimate chance to see the person whom Zhou Sijin protected as if his own life depended on it.
With his heart pounding frantically against his ribs, Chen Wei took a long, steadying breath and slowly shifted his gaze upward.
The moment he saw that delicate, fair, and handsome face on the bed, he froze where he stood.
In the next second, he reflexively reached out to steady himself against the doorframe.
An inexplicable sense of suffocation gripped his chest, and a painfully sharp palpitation surged through his limbs.
Chen Wei was forced to double over, clutching his chest as he breathed heavily.
How could this be?
How was this possible??
Was he seeing things? Was there something wrong with his vision???
But those brows and eyes that looked sixty percent similar to his own…
Chen Wei looked up again, his incredulous gaze fixed once more on the person in the bed.
With just one look, his body went rigid again, as if struck by lightning.
The sound of Zhou Sijin instructing a servant to fetch something came from inside the room.
Before the servant could emerge, Chen Wei turned around and fled in a disoriented, pathetic stumble.
The security guard saw Chen Wei from a distance, noting his weak footsteps and panicked expression.
He assumed that, like the others in the villa, Chen Wei had been severely reprimanded by Zhou Sijin.
Feeling a spark of pity, he opened the gate for him.
As he watched Chen Wei’s retreating back as he fled in haste, the guard let out a sigh and shook his head helplessly.
It was two hours later when Chen Wei banged on Han Chi’s door.
Han Chi could swear that he had never seen Chen Wei look like this before.
In Han Chi’s impression, Chen Wei was like a detached “Cold Buddha” from a novel.
He was the type who remained indifferent to external affairs, focusing entirely on honing his acting skills.
Whether it was his physique, his looks, his methods of handling things, or his personal conduct—setting aside his lack of money—he was the embodiment of a top-tier male lead from a novel in every aspect.
So, Han Chi didn’t understand.
How could the Chen Wei who had been so high-spirited while dealing with Zhang Chen and the contract termination just a few days ago suddenly look so wretched?
After ushering Chen Wei inside, Han Chi poured a glass of hot water and pressed it into his hands.
“What happened?” The concerned words pulled Chen Wei back from his drifting thoughts.
Griping the cup tightly, Chen Wei looked up and asked:
“Can I stay with you for a few days?”
Han Chi sensed the problem immediately. Tilting his head, he asked Chen Wei:
“Did you have a falling out with Zhou Sijin?”
Was it a falling out?
Chen Wei didn’t know.
He didn’t even know how to answer Han Chi’s question.
He only felt nauseous and disgusted.
He was disgusted that he had been so foolish as to approach Zhou Sijin just for the sake of that face.
He was even more disgusted that Zhou Sijin, knowing full well he had ulterior motives, had still allowed him to become the only “lucky one” among countless others who tried to climb into his bed.
He had prided himself on his clever methods.
But what was the real reason?
Was it because of the resemblance in their brows and eyes?
Or was he just a “stupid pig,” a stand-in who had delivered himself to the door for free?
“Ugh—”
Chen Wei felt something churning in his stomach.
“My goodness, you little ancestor!”
Han Chi hurried to rub his back, his tone both frantic and anxious:
“What on earth happened?”
Call Zhou Sijin directly to ask?
Han Chi didn’t dare.
Yet, seeing Chen Wei in this state, he had no idea where to start.
He could only help Chen Wei into a room, prepare hot water for him, and tuck him in. Only then did Han Chi quietly retreat.
As they say, “three cobblers can outwit Zhuge Liang.”
After much deliberation, Han Chi eventually called Chen Wei’s newly acquired “Number One Lackey.”
Jiang Chuan was awakened by Han Chi’s call while he was sound asleep.
Disturbed from a beautiful dream, Jiang Chuan opened his mouth to curse as soon as he answered.
However, the moment he heard the name “Chen Wei” through the receiver, he jolted and became instantly awake.
He rushed to Han Chi’s place in a feverish hurry, his first words upon entering being:
“Where is Brother Chen Wei? Is he alright?”
Han Chi quickly covered his mouth and hissed a “shh,” signaling toward one of the closed doors.
Lowering his voice, Han Chi said:
“He probably just fell asleep. Don’t wake him.”
“Mm-hmm,” Jiang Chuan nodded sensibly.
To avoid disturbing Chen Wei, the two of them simply stepped out and closed the door, heading to the emergency exit to plot.
“Judging by A-Wei’s reaction, this matter is eighty percent likely related to Zhou Sijin.”
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Han Chi issued a command:
“Tomorrow, you go and tail Zhou Sijin. See what’s going on.”
“Huh?” Jiang Chuan blinked, thinking his ears were playing tricks on him.
“Me??? Tail Zhou Sijin???” He looked incredulous.
Han Chi nodded firmly.
“…” Jiang Chuan’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head.
“You might as well just kill me; it would be faster.”
If Zhou Sijin caught him, it would literally be the death of him!
“Didn’t you act in a police drama before and learn some surveillance and tailing skills?”
Han Chi encouraged him:
“Put those acting skills to use. Show me the worth of your Best Newcomer Award.”
Hearing this only made Jiang Chuan jump in frustration:
“Fine, Han Chi! I knew you were using this chance for a personal vendetta!”
No matter how much he tried to persuade him, Jiang Chuan wouldn’t budge. Han Chi finally used his trump card:
“But your Brother Chen Wei…”
Jiang Chuan quickly covered his ears.
After inwardly cursing Han Chi’s ancestors for eighteen generations, he finally resigned himself to his fate. He glared at Han Chi and dropped his hands with gritted teeth:
“Fine! It’s just tailing Zhou Sijin, isn’t it? I’ll f*cking do it!”
Han Chi patted his shoulder with a look of “you’re a promising lad”:
“You don’t have to get too deep. Just find out what’s happening and come back.”
Chen Wei’s contract termination with Xingyao Media was handled in secret.
As the scandal involving Zhang Chen and Xu Cheng grew online, more and more brands that had artists from Xingyao as spokespeople were affected.
When the business team from A-L called Xingyao Media, they learned that Chen Wei had already terminated his contract.
As the creator and designer of A-L, Finn usually didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry.
However, upon hearing the situation from his employees, he immediately called Chen Wei.
After listening to Chen Wei explain the full story and learning the truth, he hurriedly invited Chen Wei to visit his studio.
Since the day he ran out of the villa, Chen Wei hadn’t returned home.
Similarly, Zhou Sijin hadn’t called him over the past two days.
The fact that he hadn’t called to ask where he was meant that Zhou Sijin hadn’t returned to the apartment either.
Once he confirmed this thought, for some reason, Chen Wei felt a slight sense of relief in his heart.
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