FLME Ch41

After finally squeezing out with Xiao Zhong and Xiao Zhou, they got into the elevator, and Yu Wen took a sip of his milk tea, feeling like he had survived a disaster.

At this moment, he realized that despite the chaotic scene earlier, he hadn’t dropped his milk tea.

He quickly took another sip. “Teacher Xie…” he said, still in a daze, “I just saw the tops of everyone’s heads.”

Xie Heyu: “…Mm.”

Yu Wen recalled the scene earlier and felt a bit nostalgic. Just as he was about to ask if they could do it again on the way back, Xiao Zhou said, “Teacher Yu, today was really dangerous. Next time, the boss should assign you two bodyguards. In situations like today’s, if not handled properly, a stampede could happen.”

Xiao Zhong nodded in agreement, “Fortunately, Brother Xie reacted quickly. If he had been a moment late, there could have been an accident. Next time, we should take the VIP route. After all, our Teacher Yu is really popular.”

“…Bodyguards… really popular…” Yu Wen suddenly felt unfamiliar with himself, “It’s quite overwhelming.”

When they reached the sixth floor, most of the other actors had already arrived. As soon as Jian Heng saw him, he exclaimed:

“Teacher Yu! You look so pretty today!”

Yu Wen let go of the milk tea straw and said, “Teacher Jian! Straighten out your tongue when you speak!”

“Alright, little pretty!”

“…”

After saying that, Jian Heng left. Passing by a reflective surface near the elevator, Yu Wen glanced at himself, suddenly stopped, and had a bold idea.

He turned back to Xie Heyu to ask for a mirror.

Xie Heyu had a shoulder bag with him, which contained various small items that might come in handy. Originally, Xiao Zhou had been carrying it, but since she was a girl, Xie Heyu had taken it himself.

Yu Wen held up the mirror and examined his face carefully, saying, “I want to wipe this off.”

Xie Heyu tilted his head slightly, seemingly puzzled.

“You don’t think it looks good?”

“No.”

The next role Yu Wen wanted to vie for was that of a villain in Director Miao’s new drama, a character with quite a bit of sexual tension. Just now, as he caught a glimpse of himself, he realized that slightly reddened upturned eyes could add just the right touch of allure.

This was a style he had never shown in front of the camera before. If it could trend and catch Director Miao’s attention, it might help with the upcoming audition.

But he felt that the large area of color made him look too soft. To achieve the effect he wanted, he needed to wipe some of it off.

Yu Wen explained his idea to Xie Heyu while carefully rubbing the area under his eyes with a tissue.

“…Hmm,” Xie Heyu said thoughtfully, “I understand.”

He raised his hand, pushed aside the tissue that Yu Wen had been hesitantly using, and quickly rubbed a few times near the corner of Yu Wen’s eye with his fingertips, smudging and removing the faint pink.

On a face without foundation, removing color is quite easy.

The makeup artist had a great sense of aesthetics, but their focus on creating a certain vibe somewhat overshadowed Yu Wen’s natural features. For instance, his tear mole, which became less noticeable under the applied color.

Xie Heyu wiped off the color from Yu Wen’s cheek entirely, then used his fingernail to lightly draw the last bit of red at the corner of his eye upwards, making it sharp.

Yu Wen lifted his eyes and blinked, “How is it?”

His eyelashes curled, and the corners of his eyes were flirtatious. After a moment of contemplation, Xie Heyu said, “Your expression could be a bit more indifferent.”

The more vibrant the color, the more it requires a cold expression to bring out the contrast and tension.

Yu Wen relaxed his expression, and his eyebrows were slightly raised with the corners of his eyes, but then he couldn’t help but laugh, “Hahaha, it’s no use; I can’t hold it in. Let’s just leave it as it is, Teacher Xie. It’s okay, right? It doesn’t look bad, does it?”

Teacher Xie said, “It looks good.”

So good, it’s deadly.

Yu Wen cheered quietly and turned around to take a selfie to send to Yi Ming, with the caption: [This better catch Director Miao’s attention!]

Yi Ming replied: [So good! You’re the spitting image of Song Mingzhu!]

The process of visiting the building wasn’t complicated, mainly involving handing out small gifts to the staff, interacting with them, and signing a few autographs.

In the middle of it, a staff member excitedly approached him and whispered, “Teacher Yu, Teacher Yu, I’m your fan.”

Yu Wen looked at her and smiled brightly, “Thank you for your support.”

After signing, the staff member asked, “I saw on the group chat that you were blocked in the lobby earlier. You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Yu Wen shook his head and said a few reassuring words.

“Then…” She hesitated, but curiosity clearly outweighed her other emotions. After a brief pause, she eagerly asked, “Who was the person who carried you up?”

Carried up?

It was more like slung over the shoulder, thanks.

Yu Wen smiled, “That was my assistant—no, I mean, my manager.”

Halfway through, he remembered that Xie Heyu’s position had been upgraded and quickly corrected himself.

The staff didn’t seem to notice his slip of the tongue, instead covering her mouth with a smile, “We all thought he was a bodyguard. He’s so cool and manly, carrying you on his shoulder like that. It’s one-of-a kind in the entire entertainment industry. You’ll probably be trending again soon.”

Yu Wen had nothing to say. Ever since netizens crowned him the “Gourd King,” he realized they really enjoyed paying attention to all sorts of quirky things.

As soon as Yu Wen left, the staff immediately pulled out her phone and typed rapidly in the fan group:

[Sisters! I found out! He’s the manager!]

「Tmd that build, that strength, that height… Not a bodyguard, but a manager?!」

「Ahhh, I’m constantly worried that Xiao Yu will be tricked away by some scumbag!」

「Xiao Yu better not kiss the manager, boohoo…」

「I’m not sure if I should say this…」

「I know what the person above wants to say. Actually… it’s pretty shippable…」

「Xiao Yu has been with Starlight Media since his debut. The company isn’t well known, but they’ve always taken good care of him. The manager must be someone he’s known since the beginning, supporting him all the way.」

「Isn’t this better than a CEO romance?」

「Same old rule: ship whatever pair we come across.」

「Xiao Yu has always taken an unconventional path, so there’s no need for fans to be so restrained. If you want to ship, then ship away! Back when Xiao Yu wasn’t that popular, everyone was pairing him with others. Why are we holding back now?」

「Let’s be the mudslide of the entertainment industry! Everyone, get hyped! Don’t be too normal; it’s making me uncomfortable!」

「ChaCha fans! Keep the music playing and the dancing going! Let’s turn the entertainment industry upside down!」

「So, it’s definitely ‘Cha’ now? We’re really not changing it? (Tears)」

Yu Wen had no idea that his fan group had just undergone another evolution, once again setting themselves free. He was currently on the sixth floor, giving an interview with the other main cast members.

The live broadcast was on, with the actors seated in a row. The host stood at the side, smiling as she asked, “Legend of the Immortal Sect” has aired up to episode ten, and it has been universally loved by viewers. But recently, there’s been some speculation online. Some seasoned drama fans have pieced together clues and believe that the show might have a tragic ending. What do the main cast members think about this?”

Yu Wen smiled in surprise.

He managed to stay calm, but the fake smile on Jian Heng’s face was almost breaking—this was not an easy question to answer.

They couldn’t say yes, but they couldn’t say no either. If they were too vague, people might pick up on something…

Zhu Xinyi hesitated for a moment, then said, “It depends on how you define it. I don’t think it’s a tragedy. At least they all fulfilled their missions…”

Host: “When you say ‘fulfilled their missions,’ do you mean they died?”

Quite a few of the staff present were fans of ‘legend of the Immortal Sect’ too. The show had only been on for a little over a week, but people genuinely loved these lively, emotional young characters.

These completely different youths coming together was like countless beautiful streams converging, with warm, peaceful daily moments constantly washing over their hearts.

They already had their own Super Topic, Bilibili edits were everywhere, and fanfics were experiencing an explosive growth… Everyone was genuinely concerned about their ending, and their future.

“Actually, you could interpret it as having no ending.” Jian Heng, in a pinch, gave Yu Wen a nudge, passing the question to him. Yu Wen gave him a helpless look and then said thoughtfully, “Rather than calling it an ending, it’s more like a new chapter in their inevitable fate.”

In the end, Yunxiao Mountain fell into the hands of Pu Yyangxi, and the holy relic remained part of legend.

All the disciples of Yunxiao Mountain died, and this false disciple with ulterior motives accidentally inherited the will of his fellow disciples.

Under the table, Jian Heng discreetly gave him a thumbs up—this is what you call the art of speaking!

After that, they asked a few more trivial questions.

The male and female leads were busy recreating famous CP (couple) scenes, so Yu Wen was just sitting on the side, clapping along. Bored, he glanced around.

Huh?

Feng Chengzhou?

He watched in surprise as the young master strode over, followed by a new secretary. The secretary was talking to the staff managing the live broadcast.

Xie Heyi, who wasn’t far away, was leaning lazily against the wall. When he saw Feng Chengzhou, he frowned and straightened up in confusion.

Judging from Teacher Xie’s expression, Yu Wen knew this part wasn’t in the original plan.

Although the production company behind ‘Legend of the Immortal Sect’ wasn’t Huiteng Group, the streaming platform belonged to Huiteng Group, so the event was held at Huiteng’s headquarters. Usually, for this kind of event, the boss wouldn’t make an appearance—it wasn’t that serious.

Yu Wen slightly pressed his lips together, trying not to smile too obviously.

He had a feeling.

Something interesting was about to happen.

Feng Chengzhou had recently been in high spirits due to a joyous event.

His cold war with Chu Han had been going on for about half a year now. Chu Han had blocked him on all contact platforms and even deleted him on WeChat, but about a month ago, the friend requests Feng Chengzhou had been sending once a week finally got a reply.

Although it was just one word: “Scram.”

And in the past two weeks, things got even better! Chu Han’s reply had changed from “Scram” to “……”

This was “……”!

Six whole dots! Converted to characters, that’s two characters, twice as many as “Scram”!

What does this mean?!

It means the cold war is about to end! Chu Han’s goodwill towards him has recovered by 60%! In six days, he’ll unblock him! In six months, they’ll be married! In six months, they’ll go abroad for their honeymoon—

Last night, after receiving those six dots, Feng Chengzhou couldn’t sleep no matter how hard he tried. He got up in the middle of the night to choose the wedding date and pick out names for their children.

In his happiness, he wanted to share that happiness with others.

And after thinking it over, nothing makes people happier than money, so he decided to randomly pick a few lucky people to spread his wealth.

As it happened, there were some celebrities downstairs for an event. He came down intending to give away 500,000 yuan under the guise of a live-streamed raffle.

When he got downstairs, he realized it was the cast of ‘Legend of the Immortal Sect.’ Among the actors was a familiar face, and Feng Chengzhou looked at the young man with the tear mole at the corner of his eye, vaguely remembering that this guy seemed to have a good relationship with Chu Han.

It came to him—this guy was the king of gossip in the entertainment industry, always on the front lines of the juiciest stories. He was even present during that one livestream that got exposed.

But they hadn’t had much interaction since then, so his impression had faded.

What was his name? Yu Wen, right.

Feng Chengzhou suddenly remembered that Chu Han was now working at the same company as Yu Wen.

Just thinking about it made him frustrated. He could understand Chu Han not coming to Huiteng during their cold war, but did he have to choose such a small, shabby company? What if it went bankrupt one day!

The young master showed a hint of annoyance as he looked at Yu Wen, and suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him.

Feng Chengzhou sat down between Yu Wen and Jian Heng.

The male and female leads, who were about to shift their seats, exchanged glances and sat down quietly, pretending nothing had happened.

The host saw the amount on the cue card and, shocked, mouthed a silent expletive. Her mouth curled into a broad smile, “To give back to the audience, President Feng has generously brought some benefits—a total of 500,000 yuan, with fifty lucky winners. It’s time to test your speed, everyone! Are you ready?”

There was a buzz in the room, and the number of comments on the live stream skyrocketed. Even the staff quickly pulled out their phones, and the lead actors gathered around the screen to watch the comments. Yu Wen, tucked away in the corner, went unnoticed.

“Ahem,” the young master began, “How’s your company doing recently?”

Yu Wen blinked his dark eyes.

The moment Feng Chengzhou had sat down beside him, Yu Wen had guessed that he was probably here to subtly inquire about Chu Han’s current situation, and this first question proved him right—it wasn’t really about the company; it was about the company’s artist.

Yu Wen pursed his lips, pretending to be serious.

“Pretty good. Is President Feng interested in collaborating with us?”

Feng Chengzhou glanced at him sideways, as if dissatisfied with his lack of understanding.

“Are you interested in joining Huiteng? If you’re considering terminating your contract with Starlight Media, Huiteng is willing to cover your penalty fee and offer you a satisfying deal.”

Yes, that was his brilliant idea!

Chu Han was sentimental, and choosing Starlight Media was likely because Yu Wen was there. If he could poach Chu Han’s friend, it wouldn’t be long before Chu Han followed.

Yu Wen opened his mouth but then closed it again.

He suddenly asked, “President Feng, you seem to be in a particularly good mood today.”

Feng Chengzhou’s lips curled slightly, but he restrained himself, “I’m about to get married.”

Yu Wen: “…???”

Feng Chengzhou wasn’t that close with him, so naturally, he wouldn’t delve into his inner thoughts. But Yu Wen, having read the original novel, only had to think for a moment to guess what Feng Chengzhou was imagining.

Whatever he was imagining, it made him so happy that he wanted to give away 500,000 yuan in red envelopes.

“Has anyone at your company mentioned me recently?” The young master began probing again.

Yu Wen looked up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. After a moment, he said, “No, you’re a ‘forbidden word’ in our company.”

Feng Chengzhou paused.

Forbidden word.

Such a serious term.

What does it signify?

It means that Chu Han must impose such a restriction on himself to momentarily forget.

“Congratulations to the fifty lucky users who have won today’s surprise red envelopes!” The host announced the winners excitedly, and the live stream erupted in applause. Feng Chengzhou rubbed his forehead, calmed his emotions, and with a wave of his hand, said, “Add another 500,000!”

The host was stunned for a moment, then cheered, “Another 500,000! Another 500,000! Let’s thank President Feng!”

Feng Chengzhou turned to ask again, “Does he… think about me?”

Yu Wen cooperated by showing a slightly wistful expression, “He often stares out the window in a daze…”

Feng Chengzhou: “Add another 500,000!”

The live stream was going wild.

「I’m dying of laughter. What on earth is the melon king saying to him? Every time he says something, 500,000 is given away!」

「Hahaha, what is this money-spreading deity…」

「Thank you, President Feng! I’m willing to crown you as the number one domineering CEO in the entertainment industry!」

「Just keep an eye on the melon king, and there’s definitely fun to be had!」

「Not only fun, but also red envelopes to collect!」

「Let’s all say thank you to the melon king.」

「Thank you, Melon King.」

「Thank you, Melon King.」

…

「Wait, am I the only one curious about what they’re actually talking about? I don’t care about the red envelopes; I just want the gossip!」

「Count me in! What could our esteemed audience possibly not be allowed to hear?」