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When she turned around, Jiang Yanzhou was certain, it wasn’t just similar.
It was her, precisely.
Song Zhi held the strawberry ice cream, utterly content, seemingly talking to the man beside her.
That overly sweet and affected expression was all too familiar to Jiang Yanzhou.
Whenever she wanted something from him, she would habitually use such tactics to flirt.
Visibly artificial.
Yet, the straight-laced Jiang Yanzhou somehow fell for it every time.
Her superior appearance was truly outstanding; even in a crowd, she stood out like a graceful crane amidst chickens, emanating an ethereal aura.
Everything around her became merely a backdrop.
However, the man beside her was surprisingly well-matched with her.
As Jiang Yanzhou’s driver for so many years, Zhang Yi had come to understand Song Zhi to some extent.
If she had been born in ancient times, she would have been a bewitching concubine who could ensnare an emperor.
Fortunately, Jiang Yanzhou could be considered an enlightened ruler.
The air pressure in the car instantly dropped by several degrees. Zhang Yi didn’t dare to breathe, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror to observe Jiang Yanzhou’s current mood.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the terror of a dormant volcano.
No matter how calm and indifferent it usually was, the closer it got to eruption, the more terrifying and intimidating it became.
Zhang Yi focused on his own thoughts, afraid of making any sound that might bring trouble upon himself.
The man’s gaze followed the slender figure by the roadside. She held the ice cream but barely took a bite, her cherry-pink lips chattering incessantly.
Jiang Yanzhou’s brow subtly lifted. Song Zhi’s familiar smile inexplicably sparked annoyance in him.
She walked non-stop to the roadside, still talking, seemingly intending to hail a taxi.
However, the road was completely jammed with cars.
Song Zhi glanced at the endless traffic, her small face troubled. She regretted not bringing a sun umbrella today. She wondered how many face masks she’d need to apply to recover from being exposed to such intense sunlight.
The ice cream in her hand had half melted. Afraid of gaining weight, she took one bite and stopped.
But with the camera on her, she didn’t dare to throw it away.
Sticky ice cream dripped onto her hand, and she frowned slightly, looking worried.
He Hanyang softly said, “Give it to me.”
At that moment, a layer of golden light seemed to glow behind him, and Song Zhi was so moved she almost knelt down to him.
“Thank you, savior.”
Her soft voice seemed to drive away the summer heat. He Hanyang paused slightly, then quietly took the half-melted ice cream from her hand.
Song Zhi had originally thought he was going to help her throw it away.
But he ate it.
He ate it...
She froze in place for a long time, reminding him, “This... I just ate from it.”
He Hanyang nodded, “I know.”
“Then you still...”
She trailed off, and he looked at her with his clear, sleepy eyes, seemingly waiting for her to finish her sentence.
Realizing that he truly had no other intentions, Song Zhi sighed.
She was indeed full of dirty thoughts. This innocent young man probably didn’t even think about indirect kissing.
There were a few drops of melted ice cream on her hand. She took a tissue from her bag to wipe her hand, and walked along, saying, “It’s nothing.”
The two walked to the roadside. In the completely jammed traffic, there was a familiar car model, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Maybe it belonged to an acquaintance.
The quality of the car window’s sun film was clearly excellent; not a single detail of the interior could be seen.
Song Zhi simply used it as a mirror, pretending to admire her celestial beauty.
As the car window slowly lowered, the cold air permeated out.
The oppressive heat from the scorching sun slightly receded.
With the window lowered, her gaze naturally fell upon the person inside the car.
Things like temperament and cultivation are difficult to fake.
You can tell the shoddy ones at a glance.
The first thing that caught Song Zhi’s eye about Jiang Yanzhou was not his superior appearance.
The noble arrogance that permeated his very bones seemed to silently create a distance between him and his surroundings.
Just like now, even though he was sitting in a Maybach worth tens of millions, looking at her without saying a word.
You could still feel his powerful aura, distinct from others.
This feeling was like being caught red-handed.
Song Zhi, having been his pampered darling for so long, instinctively wanted to explain that she was just filming a reality show.
Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that they had already broken up.
So she felt more confident. She simply linked arms with He Hanyang, meeting his gaze provocatively.
It was as if she was saying, “Even without you, I’ll still have plenty of suitors.”
The cameramen behind them seemed to smell gossip and quietly moved closer.
A Maybach owner and a female celebrity were enough to make a juicy scandal.
Jiang Yanzhou’s gaze fell on Song Zhi’s hand, linked with the man beside her. His eyes were terrifyingly dark.
Just as he was about to speak, Song Zhi noticed the cameramen gradually approaching, afraid they might capture Jiang Yanzhou’s face.
In her panic, she threw the tissue she had just used to wipe her hands into the car window.
Jiang Yanzhou: “...”
Cameraman: “...”
He Hanyang: “.”
Song Zhi naturally changed the subject, smiling at the camera: “Finally found a trash can.”
Even if this moment might be infinitely magnified by anti-fans, it was better than Jiang Yanzhou being filmed.
If he got involved with her, he would definitely be a hot topic of discussion.
Plus, there weren’t many cars like his in the country, so investigating his identity wouldn’t be difficult.
Song Zhi didn’t want Jiang Yanzhou’s life to be disturbed because of her.
Cameraman: “...”
So you’re treating this Maybach, whose license plate alone could buy a car, as a trash can?
Song Zhi didn’t dare to stay there for another moment, hastily pulling He Hanyang away.
Zhang Yi wanted to speak but was afraid of causing trouble. He pondered for a long time and finally chose to remain silent for his safety.
The volcano should be erupting by now.
Song Zhi’s tissue landed directly on Jiang Yanzhou’s face, carrying a faint strawberry scent mixed with Song Zhi’s usual rose fragrance.
He took a deep breath, barely suppressing his anger.
His gaze followed her retreating figure, and the hand holding the tissue gradually tightened.
His knuckles even turned white from the force.
After a long time, he slowly closed his eyes, let out a sigh, and carefully put the tissue away into his suit pants pocket.
Witnessing his boss’s subtle emotional shift, Zhang Yi suddenly felt that his previous understanding of him was too shallow.
Was this still the reserved, taciturn, but still bad-tempered Jiang Yanzhou?
This was practically Guanyin Bodhisattva descending to save all living beings.
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After they had walked far away, Song Zhi’s little heart was still pounding fiercely.
She stopped, and He Hanyang stopped with her.
Noticing that the person beside her had completely stiffened like a wooden board, Song Zhi belatedly realized that she was holding his arm in an intimate posture.
She let go and softly apologized to him: “I’m sorry, there was a little accident just now, so I...”
He Hanyang rigidly shook his head: “It’s fine.”
The day’s filming ended, and Song Zhi felt more exhausted than if she had filmed for a week straight.
He Hanyang not only lacked any dating experience, but he probably didn’t even have any experience being alone with a girl.
Xia Wanyue called to check in: “First day of filming, how was it?”
Song Zhi lay on the bed, weakly saying: “Like I walked through the gates of hell and back.”
Xia Wanyue said: “It’s not that exaggerated.”
She was currently immersed in beautiful future fantasies, “Do you know how popular this reality show is? As long as you follow the persona I’ve planned for you, I guarantee your popularity will multiply several times after the show ends.”
“I’m afraid I’ll lose several lives before the show even ends.”
Hearing her words, Xia Wanyue became interested: “Is He Hanyang that difficult?”
Song Zhi casually pulled a pillow and buried her face in it, her voice muffled: “It’s not that he’s difficult.”
“Then what is it?”
Song Zhi simply sat up from the bed, covering her face in distress: “He’s completely clueless about relationships. Every time I act even slightly intimate with him, I feel so guilty.”
Xia Wanyue didn’t quite understand where this guilt came from: “Elaborate?”
Song Zhi sighed, worried about her own charm: “What if he falls in love with me during the show?”
Okay, so it was an intermittent narcissism attack.
“Oh, come on. He Hanyang might be young, but he’s seen plenty of beautiful women. Even if he were to fall for someone, it wouldn’t be you.”
Song Zhi’s fragile heart was wounded by her words: “Your sharp tongue has gotten worse lately.”
“I’m just being honest.”
Her worries were dispelled, but she couldn’t bring herself to be happy.
Xia Wanyue was busy contacting marketing accounts to prepare press releases. After chatting briefly with Song Zhi, she hung up the phone.
Xia Wanyue, who had originally planned to create a buzz after the reality show aired, was dumbfounded on the day of its broadcast.
[May I ask what brand of green tea bitch Song Zhi is?]
[Gagged.]
[She’s too pretentious. I beg Sister Song to let go of my Sniper God. He’s still a child. If you want to act cute, find someone else.]
[Ahhhhh, she’s too b*tchy, damn it!]
[Men really fall for this kind of act. He Hanyang, that straight-laced guy, completely became her simp.]
[I’m going crazy, my Sniper God, what kind of crappy show is this? Can I report it to get it stopped? I don’t want to see my Sniper God dating this kind of green tea.]
[Teacher V, listen to me, let’s go home and train. Please, please.]
Some even started trending the hashtag #Fundraising to help Vito break his contract#.
The production team probably saw Song Zhi’s high popularity, so they added fuel to the fire, buying several trending topics related to the show, all including Song Zhi’s name.
In an instant, the reality show’s popularity soared to first place.
Along with it, naturally, came the malicious comments about Song Zhi.
[Did I see that right? Did she just casually throw trash into someone else’s car?? Her manners are concerning.]
[Any good impression I had of her completely vanished.]
[I don’t know if I’m focusing on the wrong thing, but she and He Hanyang are so sweet, and He Hanyang spoils her too much. Wuwuwuwu, I’m so jealous.]
[As a four-year fan of Vito, I’ve been following him since before he entered the youth training camp. This is truly the first time he’s been so good to a girl!!!]
[I questioned why Vito would join this reality show before, but after watching the show, I think I... understand something. I hope I’m overthinking it.]
After reading these comments, Xia Wanyue watched the first episode with a questioning mindset.
Her small head was filled with big question marks: “Is this it????”
With a question mark, she called Song Zhi: “My dear, didn’t I tell you to act natural?”
Song Zhi, wearing a face mask, was curled up on the sofa, her expression innocent: “Aren’t I acting natural enough?”
Xia Wanyue: “...”
Xia Wanyue: “I told you to go for a pure, simple, down-to-earth persona, not a pampered, affected, saccharine one.”
“I am going for a pure and simple persona.”
She constantly remembered what Xia Wanyue had told her, practically writing “I am very pure” on her face.
Xia Wanyue took a deep breath, and said earnestly: “How can I make you understand that ‘pure’ and ‘idiotic’ are two different things?”
Song Zhi had just returned from the set, had taken a shower, and was planning to watch her reality show debut.
She naturally hadn’t had time to see the negative comments online.
Hearing Xia Wanyue’s words, her eyes went black, and she tentatively asked: “Am I... being scolded again?”
Xia Wanyue smiled kindly: “What are you thinking? How could you ask such a question?”
Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could speak again, Xia Wanyue directly pronounced her death sentence: “Isn’t it normal for you to get scolded?”
...Damn it.
After saying it, Xia Wanyue also felt a bit guilty, thinking her tone was a little too harsh.
After all, it was Song Zhi’s first time recording a reality show. It was indeed a bit difficult for her to maintain a fake persona in front of the camera for a long time.
She said: “It’s not entirely unfixable. Just pay attention during the subsequent recordings.”
Song Zhi obediently nodded: “Okay.”
“I’ll discuss with PR and try to shift the negative attention towards He Hanyang, to divert public attention from you.”
Song Zhi frowned at this, immediately rejecting it: “That young man is obedient and well-behaved, he hasn’t done anything, why should he be implicated by me for no reason?”
“If we don’t do that, the production team will only focus all the attention on you. Later, for broadcast effect, they might even maliciously edit it, which would completely go against our original intention of taking on this reality show.”
It had to be said that Xia Wanyue was indeed a qualified manager; her starting point was entirely for the artist’s benefit.
Song Zhi’s attitude was firm: “I’m being scolded because of my own reasons, and I accept it. It has absolutely nothing to do with He Hanyang.”
Xia Wanyue pondered for a moment: “Then what do you plan to do?”
“No matter what I do, it has nothing to do with He Hanyang. I don’t want you to involve unrelated people.”
Xia Wanyue understood her character. She seemed carefree, but when it came to matters of principle, she would absolutely not back down.
Since she had said so much, Xia Wanyue could only nod and see how things went.
After hanging up the phone, Song Zhi didn’t have the courage to watch this episode of the show.
She casually picked up the remote control and changed the channel.
Song Luo wasn’t home today, and he hadn’t said where he was going.
Song Zhi looked at the time; it was already very late, and he still wasn’t back.
Out of a rare concern as a sister, she picked up her phone and called him.
It rang several times before being answered.
A low, rich voice sounded in her ear, distorted by static.
“Hello.”
Song Zhi froze for a long time, then cautiously asked him: “Where’s Song Luo? Why do you have his phone?”
Jiang Yanzhou said calmly: “I stole it.”
Song Zhi suddenly stood up: “You, Jiang Yanzhou, how can you be so righteous about being a thief!”
“You just want to hear me say that, don’t you?”
Song Zhi, whose thoughts had been seen through, pretended to be calm and curled herself into a ball: “Don’t you dare slander me.”
She didn’t know what was wrong with her lately, always trying to find fault with Jiang Yanzhou.
Then she would repeatedly tell herself in her heart: See, he’s not that great either. You don’t have to regret or feel sad about breaking up with him.
“Your brother is drunk.”
Jiang Yanzhou’s voice gradually pulled her thoughts back.
Song Zhi suddenly had a headache. She peeled off her face mask and walked towards the bathroom, “Send me your location, I’ll go pick him up.”
“No need,” Jiang Yanzhou said, “I’m already on my way to bring him back.”
Her steps gradually stopped, Song Zhi said: “Thank you.”
There was a long silence on the other end, the sound of rustling wind. Jiang Yanzhou’s voice seemed to be carried away by the wind, fragmented, low and hoarse: “You never used to thank me.”
They arrived quickly. Song Luo was so drunk he couldn’t even walk straight. Jiang Yanzhou helped him inside.
From a distance, Song Zhi could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him.
She frowned: “Why did he drink so much?”
Song Luo and Song Zhi both perfectly inherited their father’s trait of acting out when drunk, but fortunately this time, he was too drunk to even make a fuss.
With Jiang Yanzhou’s help, Song Zhi put Song Luo to bed.
Out of gratitude, Song Zhi asked Jiang Yanzhou: “What would you like to drink?”
“Water.”
Song Zhi opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of purified water, and handed it to him.
Jiang Yanzhou lowered his gaze and took it, but didn’t open it.
He sat quietly on the sofa, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
The house smelled too strongly of alcohol, so Song Zhi opened the windows to air it out.
The night was silent; even the wind outside had stopped.
Jiang Yanzhou must have just smoked; his voice was hoarse from the smoke.
He murmured: “Is there really no possibility for us at all?”
The window was halfway open. Her movement paused because of his words.
In Song Zhi’s eyes, Jiang Yanzhou had always been cold, noble, and difficult to approach.
He was revered and admired.
Someone like him seemed unwilling to allow himself to have weaknesses.
The only time he seemed to show weakness was when he was drunk and incoherent before.
But now, his consciousness was clearly sober, yet the words he spoke were so humble, as if he had placed himself in the dust.
“Maybe after you spend some time with him, you’ll realize you’re not suitable.”
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