Looking at his sharp and wild profile, she felt that beneath the sarcasm, there was some concern.
“He’s already taken the first dose of medicine.”
Aunt Zhang put the remaining medicine on the coffee table, “When Teacher Shen wakes up in the evening, remember to tell him to take another one.”
Zhou Yili lazily glanced up.
“Is he a child? Does he need someone to remind him to take medicine?”
Aunt Zhang smiled kindly at him, about to launch into a lecture.
Zhou Yili interrupted, “I know.”
Aunt Zhang contentedly went to clean up in the kitchen. Passing by the sofa on her way out, she ruffled his messy blue hair.
She smiled, suppressing a laugh, “You’re the child.”
…
“Vice President, you wanted to see me.”
Sunlight poured into the top-floor office through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Pei Ming stood respectfully in front of the desk.
He knew this day would come.
The Vice President couldn’t handle Shen Jixing, so he had to come for him.
He just didn’t expect it to be the same day.
“You,” Chu Wen raised his hand, and before he could finish speaking, he heard two crisp clicks. He looked at the two fingers that had broken on the black desk, his voice still calm and cold, “What are you doing?”
Pei Ming: “Kneeling.”
“…”
Anyway, I’m just a worker, otherwise, you could just kill me, right?
Chu Wen’s rapid promotion had honed his composure, and he remained expressionless in this crazy scene.
He rotated the laptop, “Do you recognize this person?”
Pei Ming awkwardly withdrew his hand.
“I do,” he said after a glance, “Fang Siqian, he’s our competitor.”
This guy debuted by imitating Shen Jixing and frequently engaged in scandalous actions.
“You have competitors?” Chu Wen asked back.
Although he was Shen Jixing’s first agent, he hadn’t paid much attention to Shen Jixing’s affairs after his promotion.
It was as if no one was worthy of being Shen Jixing’s competitor.
Pei Ming chuckled, “Sort of, this guy does a lot of shady stuff.”
He suddenly realized, “Could this incident be related to him?”
“Mm.”
Chu Wen swiped his finger across the laptop, switching the interface to Shen Jixing’s Weibo.
Follower count: 130 million.
Shen Jixing’s Weibo was notoriously boring. Apart from official announcements, endorsements, and promotional activities, there was almost no daily life content.
Pei Ming always found it amazing that his fans’ enthusiasm didn’t diminish.
But now, the Weibo comments were a different scene.
“What top star, fake high and mighty, disgusting.”
“Fake identity, fake education, what about Shen Jixing is real? Wouldn’t his face, which his fans always praise, be fake too?”
“Agreed, he doesn’t look like a natural face.”
“I knew he had good resources. Our brother openly showed affection for the brand, but they still chose Shen Jixing as the global spokesperson. It turns out he has a sugar daddy…”
“He enjoyed so many benefits with his persona, get down on your knees and apologize, get out of the entertainment industry, I’ll reluctantly forgive him.”
“…”
Pei Ming was furious, “These comments are unacceptable.”
Allowing the public opinion to ferment would result in all kinds of dirty water being thrown on him.
As an agent, he naturally knew how to deal with this, “I’ll contact them and clear the comments.”
Even if they were going to be scolded, it shouldn’t be by these brainless fans.
“Paid for,” Chu Wen said.
Pei Ming stopped, “Someone deliberately bought the water army, Fang Siqian???”
“Mm.”
The relatively normal comments from ordinary netizens were buried in the comment section.
“Holy shit, it really collapsed?”
“In…ner…net…eaten…”
“Although, but… his face seems real. Shen Yingdi once bumped into a glass door while walking, and a fan with a telephoto lens didn’t even capture a bad picture, only a beautiful picture of him crying.”
“Even sadder, the top face I followed in the entertainment industry collapsed, I’m not chasing stars anymore…”
“To say benefits, he didn’t get much, if Shen Yingdi hadn’t collapsed, I wouldn’t know he had a rich second-generation persona.”
“Eight-year old fan here, this can’t be washed away. The company heavily promoted this in the early years, and ended up with a bunch of black fans cursing him for pretending, because of this collapse I’m having a heart attack.”
…
“LOL, Shen Yingdi is already with his sugar daddy, you fans are still having a heart attack?”
“Shen Jixing is a talent, the sugar daddy sleeps with him, and he sleeps with fans hahaha.”
“Shut your mouths if there’s no solid evidence.”
Shen Jixing’s fans were relatively rational.
Since the rumors were confirmed, those who wanted to unfollow unfollowed, and those who didn’t want to unfollow silently endured the abuse.
But unconfirmed, baseless rumors, they wouldn’t admit defeat just yet.
Pei Ming: “Don’t say they don’t believe it, even I don’t believe it.”
He and Shen Jixing had been almost inseparable all these years, Shen Jixing was always busy, where did he have time to find a sugar daddy and sleep with male fans???
Yet he still admitted it.
“Vice President, Vice President?” Pei Ming called out twice.
Chu Wen came back to his senses and calmly said, “Fang Siqian got some things from our company.”
Pei Ming’s heart trembled.
This meant… they had an insider?
Before Pei Ming could ask, Chu Wen coldly dismissed him, “Go, this is a warning, what to do next is up to him.”
“Yes.”
Silence returned to the office, Chu Wen’s gaze fell on the latest Weibo post, a picture of a brand’s new spokesperson announcement.
Shen Jixing was wearing a white suit on the deck of a yacht, behind him was a backdrop of a starry river, and a huge storm raged behind him.
His eyes were still cold and distant, smiling gently at himself on the screen.
“If you had been more obedient.”
“Wouldn’t this situation have been avoided?”
Chu Wen swiped his finger across the screen, looking at the sky above the top floor.
He didn’t want to make the worst guess, slowly closing the laptop.
“Unfortunately, you’re so willful, even I can’t protect you now.”
…
The sun was setting.
Zhou Yili came out of the recording studio. The walls were made of special materials, so he could make noise in there without being heard outside.
“Yo, awake.”
Zhou Yili leaned against the bar, drinking water, and saw the bowls and spoons in the dishwasher.
Did he take the medicine?
Zhou Yili glanced at the coffee table in the living room, the medicine was untouched.
He hadn’t.
He put down his cup, strode over, picked it up, and checked it.
He hadn’t taken it.
A strange anger welled up in his heart, Zhou Yili gritted his teeth, “What’s the difference between me and raising a rebellious little white bird?”
He picked up the box of medicine.
He strode to the bar and did something fiercely.
He poured a glass of 45° warm water, then coldly strode upstairs.
“Shen Jixing, you like being served so much…”
He pushed open the door with a bang, his cold voice abruptly stopping.
No one was on the bed.
Zhou Yili coldly walked into the guest room, finally seeing the person sleeping on the swing in the garden through the balcony glass door.
The setting sun cast an orange glow, illuminating the white piano.
The person slept quietly and coldly, surrounded by flowers and plants, covered with a thin blanket he had casually thrown there, his slender and pale chin half-buried in it.
Zhou Yili’s Adam’s apple moved slightly.
That blanket…
Was the one he casually used at home.
To put it bluntly, it smelled entirely of him.
Zhou Yili calmly stepped onto the balcony, the high-altitude garden wind was a little cold, mixed with the pleasant smell of pine needles.
“You’re such a bother.”
The tall and slender figure stood before him, his blue hair fluttering in the wind.
He stared at the quietly sleeping person for a moment, then bent down and held him in his arms.
A thin, warm cheek pressed against his collarbone.
Zhou Yili’s heart felt like it was being burned, his cold gaze falling on him.
