Yan Yu’an was Z-Nation’s most famous film emperor.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, white teeth and red lips, a pair of cat eyes so pretty they stole your soul—and with his powerful backing, basically no one in the industry dared touch him.
And his recently aired TV drama Back to the Beastman Era as the Ultimate Beautiful Heartthrob had pushed him to the very top.
As the on-set director called “cut,” someone immediately brought him flowers and a cake.
“Teacher Yan, congratulations—today’s your last day of filming.”
Yan Yu’an smiled and took the flowers from his little assistant’s hands, giving him a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
At once the little assistant’s face went red. He hurriedly waved his hands, then blinked as he watched Yan Yu’an cut the cake.
Xie Ji had gone to the lounge to shower while Yan Yu’an was filming his solo scenes. He’d changed into his bespoke suit, even cunningly styled his hair and sprayed on cologne.
Like Yan Yu’an, he was a lead in this drama—and a top-tier film emperor as famous as Yan Yu’an.
While others argued endlessly over who was first and who was second, Xie Ji had actually long since fallen for this legendary “rival.”
Actually, no one knew that he and Yan Yu’an had met many years ago. But back then he was just a newly debuted rookie, while the youth before him had started acting at six—a veritable veteran.
The first moment he saw him, Xie Ji swore he’d catch up to his pace and become someone as amazing as him.
Now, so many years later, Xie Ji had fulfilled his original wish.
Thinking of this, his face couldn’t help growing a little hot.
He shyly pressed close to Yan Yu’an’s side, his golden hair hanging smoothly behind him. He raised his hand to touch his hair.
Actually, he didn’t like having long hair—if he hadn’t known Yan Yu’an would be in this drama, he wouldn’t have agreed to it.
Both were extraordinarily good-looking. Tonight there was supposed to be a wrap party, but both Yan Yu’an and Xie Ji had declined—after all, Yan Yu’an had powerful backing, and Xie Ji wasn’t someone to mess with either.
The two walked out of the set together. Because it was a secret shoot, there was no one on site.
“Teacher Yan, tonight could you…” invite you to have dinner with me?
Xie Ji’s voice grew softer and softer, until at the end it was completely inaudible. His face was bright red, and he scratched his head embarrassedly, stammering.
Yan Yu’an turned to look at him, a trace of confusion in his eyes. “What did you say?”
He hadn’t caught what Xie Ji said. He’d long heard those rumors online, but he’d also met Xie Ji six years ago—back then he was only twenty, and Xie Ji only nineteen.
So he’d never taken those online posts to heart. In his heart, Xie Ji was clearly a polite, good kid.
“An’an…”
Xie Ji was just about to say something when a black Maybach pulled up in front of them.
Xie Ji’s expression froze. He turned his head away uncomfortably, yet secretly watched Yan Yu’an’s expression—and seeing Yan Yu’an full of delight, a sour feeling welled up in his heart.
The car door opened, and a tall man stepped out in a black bespoke suit, his black hair meticulously combed back. His face looked as if the gods had carved it with a knife—every time Yan Yu’an saw Shen Yuanzhou, he was still struck by his handsomeness.
If he weren’t busy running a company, coming into the entertainment industry would definitely bring enormous shock to this circle.
Xie Ji pursed his lips discontentedly—he couldn’t stand this hypocritical man.
This film originally had no role for Shen Yuanzhou—he’d spent thirty million to force the director to add one.
Leaving a perfectly good CEO position unused, insisting on coming to act.
Bah!
Xie Ji cursed secretly and couldn’t help edging a small step closer to Yan Yu’an.
Shen Yuanzhou seemed only now to notice his presence. The look behind his lenses was a little cold, and he looked at Xie Ji half-smiling. “I wonder if Film Emperor Xie has anything else to do after finishing the shoot?”
His voice was no longer as gentle as it had been when facing Yan Yu’an—instead it carried a trace of coldness.
“Oh, we just came out together. Now I’m planning to head back to my apartment first.” Yan Yu’an explained to Shen Yuanzhou. Of course—this man was his company’s big boss. He had to please him.
Shen Yuanzhou nodded. “Since that’s the case, I’ll take An’an back first. It’s not safe for him alone—am I right, Film Emperor Xie?”
I think you’re the biggest danger!
Xie Ji gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Yuanzhou. If they weren’t still outside, he’d have loved to punch this fellow in the face and tear off his hypocritical mask.
Shen Yuanzhou still smiled without a word, as if he hadn’t seen the displeasure on his face, and took Yan Yu’an’s hand with a smile. “Let’s go. I’ll take you back to your apartment.”
Yan Yu’an gave Xie Ji an apologetic look, then got into the car with Shen Yuanzhou.
Xie Ji watched the Maybach drive off into the distance, viciously spinning around twice on the spot, before returning with a cold face to the Cayenne in the distant corner.
“Damn it!” The moment he got in the car, he viciously punched his own leg, his face full of grievance. “That old man Shen Yuanzhou—just because he’s got a few stinking bucks, he does whatever he wants.”
The driver up front said nothing. Though he didn’t know what had made the young master so angry, he still very much wanted to remind Xie Ji that the Xie family’s wealth was beyond counting—it was Xie Ji himself who’d gone chasing dreams in the entertainment industry and thus kept everything simple.
The driver knew perfectly well that if the young master so much as said he wanted to inherit the family fortune, the old master would step down from his position the very next day and hand the fortune to the young master.
After a while, Xie Ji’s cold voice came from the back seat. “Tell my dad—I want to be rich!”
The driver’s hand trembled. He gave Xie Ji a respectful yet sympathetic look. “Yes, sir.”
Meanwhile, on the other side, after driving Xie Ji off, Shen Yuanzhou looked quite satisfied at Yan Yu’an dozing before him.
He was the boss of Yan Yu’an’s company, mainly in finance. The Shen family was an old established house, with countless businesses under its banner, and Shen Yuanzhou was the most promising child of his generation. He was only twenty-nine now, yet already leading the Shen family from one glorious era into another prosperous one.
And back then, when he’d accidentally seen Yan Yu’an on television, from then on he hadn’t missed a single one of his dramas, hadn’t bought one fewer of his magazines—even when Yan Yu’an’s movies hit theaters, Shen Yuanzhou would book hundreds of screenings at a time.
You could say Shen Yuanzhou was the biggest fan behind Yan Yu’an.
Thinking of this, Shen Yuanzhou couldn’t help feeling a little proud.
As if noticing Shen Yuanzhou kept looking at him, Yan Yu’an couldn’t help opening his eyes—and those pretty eyes happened to meet Shen Yuanzhou’s. “What is it, Boss Shen?”
His way of speaking was like a little hook, and Shen Yuanzhou’s face began to grow hot again—fortunately, not obviously.
He calmly shifted his gaze and uncomfortably raised his hand to pinch Yan Yu’an’s face and wipe it.
“There’s something dirty here.”
Yan Yu’an didn’t doubt him, thanked Shen Yuanzhou, and went back to resting with his eyes closed.
These past few days had been too tiring. To film this drama, he hadn’t had a good sleep in a long time, so now he couldn’t wait to get home and sleep like there was no tomorrow.
He didn’t know how much time had passed before Yan Yu’an finally woke up.
By now it was already dark, and Shen Yuanzhou’s jacket was draped over him.
Shen Yuanzhou beside him seemed to be handling something. Seeing him awake, he calmly set the tablet aside. “You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t wake you.”
Yan Yu’an shook his head and thanked him embarrassedly.
“No need to thank me. Just treat me to a meal tomorrow and we’ll call it even.” His voice carried a hint of laughter, making Yan Yu’an wonder if he’d misheard.
“Huh?” He was a little baffled and couldn’t help his mouth falling open.
So Shen Yuanzhou smiled and repeated what he’d just said.
“Oh, okay!” Yan Yu’an nodded, but inside he couldn’t help thinking: what kind of big boss is this, squeezing his employees even during rest time.
Hearing the satisfactory answer, Shen Yuanzhou waved his hand magnanimously and let Yan Yu’an go.
He didn’t take Yan Yu’an all the way to his door—as a gentleman, he couldn’t make any improper moves. So he considerately saw Yan Yu’an to the entrance and watched him get on the elevator with a smile.
Only then did the great CEO Shen leisurely return to his car and continue throwing money at Yan Yu’an’s and his own CP fan accounts, urging them to produce more content.
When Yan Yu’an stood at his door and saw the brightly lit living room, he couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.
At a glance he saw Ning Bingque sitting on the sofa, looking at him full of resentment.
“Why did you come back so late?” Ning Bingque looked at him darkly, like a wife who’d caught her husband cheating.
Ning Bingque was very good-looking—a different kind of good-looking from Shen Yuanzhou’s. His face carried an extra touch of charm, no wonder Yan Yu’an had mistaken him for a girl when they were little.
Thinking of how, as a child, he’d followed Ning Bingque around clamoring that he was going to marry him, Yan Yu’an couldn’t help wanting to laugh.
He and Ning Bingque were childhood sweethearts. When he’d first seen the eagle character in the script, the first person he thought of was Ning Bingque—so he’d asked for Ning Bingque’s opinion, and unexpectedly he’d agreed without hesitation.
Yan Yu’an explained that he’d run into Shen Yuanzhou, then explained a whole lot more, and only then did Ning Bingque nod arrogantly and point at the table full of food. “I don’t care—the food’s all cold. You have to keep me company!”
To this, Yan Yu’an only smiled helplessly. “Alright, alright, alright.”
But he seemed to have forgotten something.
And so, when the next day Ning Bingque called him to get up and go eat, he received a text from Shen Yuanzhou.
Shen Yuanzhou: 12:30 noon, Jinshuang Building, Room 107.
Yan Yu’an blearily glanced at his phone and instantly woke up. He glanced at Ning Bingque, who was trying on clothes, and cautiously asked: “Ning Bingque, can we go eat tonight instead?”
Ning Bingque’s brows furrowed. “Did you forget what I told you yesterday? I’m flying to C City tonight.”
Yan Yu’an: I’m doomed!
So he contacted Shen Yuanzhou again, but the reply he got was that because filming had taken up too much time, there was a meeting abroad tomorrow, so he had to take a flight and leave right after the meal today.
Yan Yu’an took a deep breath and forced out a smile.
Just then, his phone dinged again.
It was Xie Ji.
Xie Ji: Teacher Yan, I wonder if I might invite you to lunch today?
With an address attached: Jinshuang Building, Room 107.
Yan Yu’an: “…” Great. Let the storm come even fiercer.
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