“You get along well with everyone. You’re the first person to be so well-received by the whole team.” Chun sat in Qing Jian’s spot.
“You’re one too.” Fang Feng smiled.
“There’s something I want to ask you.” Chun hesitated for half a day before deciding to speak, “Do you love him?”
“Are you talking about Ya Ye?” Fang Feng chuckled, “He’s my brother, of course I like him.”
“Not that kind of love. It’s the love a woman has for a man, like the way he feels about you.” Chun was direct.
“You…” She was startled, aren’t Japanese people supposed to be more reserved?
“Although it might seem nosy, I’ve said before, Ya Ye is a super popular idol, he can’t afford any scandal. Falling in love with his own sister would definitely affect his career.”
Fang Feng bit her lip, “I’m powerless. He’s my brother, I can’t bear to see him in pain. Chun, how could I not understand what you’re saying, this kind of love would definitely be despised, but what can I do?”
She has an outstanding brother who deeply loves an impeccable sister; this drama is just too much. “I’ll go back, wait until he realizes he’s loved the wrong person.”
“I’m afraid he might never realize it.” Ling Mu sighed, “Perhaps if you fall for someone else, he would give up.”
“Is that possible?” Fang Feng didn’t believe Ya Ye would be so easily heartbroken.
“We have to try, right?” Chun thought of the best candidate – Zhong Hui Zhengxi.
“Zhengxi, I need to talk to you.” After the evening TV show recording, Ling Mu was responsible for driving Zhong Hui Zhengxi back. Although he had a driver’s license, he preferred to ride his bike, which worried the company’s boss, so Ling Mu took up the role of his night chauffeur.
“Come in.” He pressed the code to unlock the door. The house where he lived, just like Yaer’s, was a prize given to outstanding artists by Xinjing.
Sitting on the sofa, he straightforwardly stated his purpose.
“What! You want me to chase Yaer’s sister!” His deep blue eyes were teasing her with mockery. “Stop joking.”
“What’s wrong with being a little playful? She’s kind and pretty, and don’t you two get along well?” Chun tried to persuade Zhunei, just as he had once persuaded himself.
“Did she say she likes me?”
“No, she didn’t.” She replied honestly.
“So, it’s just your own wishful thinking.” He sighed, “I already have someone I like, I can’t agree to this.”
Who is that person? She almost blurted it out. He has someone he likes! It makes sense, someone like Zhunei, certainly wouldn’t be interested in someone as ordinary as her.
Seeing her silence, he moved closer to her, “Aren’t you going to ask who she is?”
“It’s none of my business.” Lingmu kept her composure. She couldn’t reveal her inner secrets, especially not now.
“Oh, you only care about Yaer’s matters!” He clearly misunderstood her cold demeanor. Jealousy ignited in his heart. How could the woman Zhunei likes possibly love Yaer!
“It’s not what you think.” Chun tried to stand up from the sofa.
“Stay with me tonight.” He encircled her with his arms, his imposing manner sealing her lips.
“Let go of me!” She didn’t want to become his woman under these circumstances and struggled desperately in vain.
Zhunei was no gentleman, just like Yaer, he was a rogue. With a few simple moves, he stripped her of her armor, ruthlessly taking her body.
“No!” A scream echoed, causing the stars in the night sky to tremble slightly.
Chapter Five
“Yaer, the ending of this song’s rhythm is too complicated, how about simplifying it?” Wenshan held Yaer’s new composition; he was responsible for both the lyrics and the melody.
“It’s past the time I agreed to discuss work with the boss.” Yaer glanced at her watch, “I should head back.”
“Yaer, you have an announcement.” Chun, in a bad mood, followed her out.
“7:30 tonight, I remember. Don’t be so harsh, I’ll only be gone for half an hour.” She waved him off, “See you later.”
“You don’t look well.” Wenshan asked with concern, “Is something bothering you?”
“I’m fine.” She stood there just as Zhunei came out of his dressing room.
“Hey!” He called to her in a low voice.
She pretended not to hear and walked past him. “Qingqian, I need to talk to you.” She grabbed the handle of the ice room, preparing to open it.
“I’m not available for announcements today.” Qingqian was caught by her sleeve, helpless.
“I want to discuss the advertisement for this field.” She pulled him into his room.
“What’s wrong with her? She seems off today, not even a smile.” Qianlin was also puzzled.
Only Zhunei understood. How should he explain? Because he forced himself on her yesterday? He didn’t know it was her first time, otherwise, he would have been gentler with her.
I’m really a fool, I’ve messed everything up.
Pure wanted to forget his troubles through work. He had hurt her, in such a crude way. This man was nothing but an animal, devoid of any humanity. Forget him, abandon him, throw him away like trash. Zhen Niu Zhenxi, how could she even like such a despicable man!
She slammed her fist on the table, “Bingshi Qingjie, my patience has its limits. You’ve already missed two commercial shoots.”
“I’m not interested in this advertisement. Go find Zhenxi.”
“Bingshi!” She grabbed his collar, “**I don’t want to drag *Tian Zhong Wenshan* into this to convince you. He has his own things to do. You’re an artist, and having agreed to the commercial, shouldn’t you show some professionalism? Wenshan has never gone back on his word.”
He laughed disdainfully and pushed her hand away. “Arrange a time for me.”
“Tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
“You come wake me up.” He shrugged on his coat and swaggered out the door.
Pure slumped down, exhausted. Being a star’s manager was tough, especially when each star had their own annoying habits. Zhen Niu Zhenxi and Bingshi Qingjie had always been independent; Zhong Zuo Qianlin was somewhat professional, though it depended on his mood; Tian Zhong Wenshan was the only one who didn’t need managing, after all, married men were different; but the most headache-inducing was Feng Jian Yaye, the ultimate troublesome companion!
Feng Jian Yaye drove his bright red Ferrari home at breakneck speed.
“You’re back so soon!” Feng Feng untied her apron. “Speeding again? You always take it as a breeze.”
“Sis, I was in a hurry. I won’t dare next time.” Yaye rushed to the dining table, “Wow, not even the sister’s cooking can be bad!”
She served him rice. “If you don’t have time, don’t come back.”
“Impossible.” His face turned serious. “This is our time, no one can take it away.”
Her breathing quickened. You’re breaking the rules, Yaye. You can’t say things like that; it was agreed upon. “But I worry when you speed. Do you want to give me a heart attack?”
She worries about me! Yaye laughed, his cute smile reminiscent of the little boy who was always pleased with his sister’s praise. “I promise, no more speeding. I’ll cut down my work hours to spend more time with you. Sis, I’m happy that you care about me.”
“Idiot, you’re my brother.” Though she said that, she felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.
“I thought you’d never care about me again. I loathed myself so much, almost doing something terrible to you, I’m sorry!” He looked at her deeply, successfully keeping the extra warmth from his eyes.
“I think the soup’s ready.” Feng Feng hurriedly stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Don’t look at me like that, Yaye! Your warmth pains my heart. She used to be proud of having such a handsome and intelligent brother, but now she wondered, why siblings? He loved so purely, knowing well that this love might never be reciprocated!
“Are you crying again?” Yaye, following her, saw her wiping away tears incessantly, couldn’t help but hug her from behind. “I always say the wrong things.”
She tensed up. “Let go!” How could he just follow her silently?
