“Where has Jianya gone?” Tian Zhongwen was extremely anxious.
“Alas, you should have watched him!” Zhong Zeqian grumbled. “You know what he’s like. Given a chance, he’ll cause trouble.”
“I’m sorry.” Chun was almost in tears. “I’ll go find him now.” She headed towards the door.
Zhunei stopped her. “It’s not your concern.”
“Zhunei?” Chun looked at him with wide eyes.
“Jianya isn’t a three-year-old; he doesn’t need you to be his guardian.” Those striking blue-black eyes swept indifferently over the people in the room.
Bing Shi Qingyan continued playing his video games, maintaining his usual indifferent attitude towards anything unrelated to him.
“What if something happens to him?” Zhong Zeqian wouldn’t let the matter rest easily.
“Jianya is Taiwanese. He knows this place better than we do.” Zhunei shrugged.
“Enough, enough. Yaya knows all the details about the concert. I hope he wouldn’t be unprofessional enough to run away,” Wen Shan laughed helplessly. Although he said so, he wasn’t entirely convinced by Yaya’s words. He knew too well what kind of excessive things that man could do.
“Well, then, I’m leaving. Chun, come to my room.” Zhenxi stared at Chun.
Chun followed Zhenxi into the room. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, his mouth was already covered.
“Don’t do this.” She pushed him away with force.
“I helped you just now, consider this as your thank you.” He laughed unnaturally. “Or have you gotten used to Yaya’s flirtations and can’t accept anyone else?”
“I am not Yaya’s woman.” Chun whispered, leaning against the door. She looked at him, a somewhat handsome man, full of arrogance. Zhenxi was the child left behind by his father, a celebrity, during his time in France, and was sent back to Japan at the age of twelve by his equally irresponsible mother. The lack of love in his childhood made him rebel against everything. This was a confidential investigation conducted by the Xinjing Production Company on its artists to prepare for any media digging into their personal lives.
“Zhenxi, I am not the kind of woman who can just go to bed with a man for no reason. Without love, I won’t do it.”
