“President Yu sought me out just for this?” Chu Yi quickly changed the subject.
“Of course not.” Yu Qingxian pulled a document from the neatly stacked files on his office desk. “This is the audition script for Illusory Sea Mystery Collection. Ji Dao saw your behind-the-scenes footage and was very impressed with you. Lin Hang and I discussed it, and we think you should give this script a try.”
“When’s the audition?”
“In a week.”
Chu Yi thought for a moment. Seven days was enough time to handle his own affairs, so he nodded. “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”
Yu Qingxian glanced at him. “What do you plan to do with such a long gap?”
Seven days— was that long?
“There’s a lot to do. I plan to redesign the backyard, cultivate Purple Flower Bamboo, and procure a batch of suitable medicinal herb seeds to plant… Why does President Yu ask? Is there something you need?”
Yu Qingxian saw that his schedule was packed with legitimate tasks. He cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth. “Nothing much. I just wanted to suggest that if you have time, you could spend three or four hours a day training at Xingyao’s artist training department. But if you’re busy, forget it.”
Chu Yi wasn’t an ordinary artist, so he couldn’t demand the same from him. Besides, this reason was something he’d made up on the spot. He’d heard Lin Hang mention it earlier and casually used it. Cough…
“No, President Yu’s suggestion is spot on.” Chu Yi grew serious. He considered it and realized that three or four hours a day wasn’t a big deal.
“In that case, shall I sign you up?” Yu Qingxian operated on his computer for a moment, then looked at Chu Yi.
Chu Yi was stunned. “No need to trouble President Yu with something so minor, right?”
He subconsciously glanced at the files on President Yu’s desk. President Yu had been running around with him these past few days and probably hadn’t had time for work. Look at how the files had piled up—he hadn’t seen this many last time.
“I can just go find Lin Hang later and ask him…”
Yu Qingxian realized he’d been overly enthusiastic. His phoenix eyes flickered as he calmly said, “It’s no trouble. I’ve already opened it. Come over and pick your courses.”
Chu Yi stood up suspiciously and walked around the low-key, elegant desk to stand behind President Yu.
Inside the office, President Yu wore only a custom-made shirt and trousers, the excellent tailoring accentuating his tall, slender figure. His expression showed nothing unusual; his eyes were fixed on the laptop screen without turning back to look at him.
However, Chu Yi’s sharp eyes noticed that President Yu’s fair outer ear was slightly flushed—not as calm as he appeared.
Chu Yi’s heart skipped a beat. He recalled President Yu’s earlier jab: “You sure think about the Second Young Madam. I thought you held grudges, but turns out you’re so lenient with pretty girls.” It hadn’t seemed like much at first, but now it sounded an awful lot like jealousy?
Chu Yi wasn’t obtuse; in fact, he was quite perceptive. It was just his fate pattern—after being alone for so long, he rarely associated things with himself.
Determined to test it, he hesitated with his left hand before placing it on the backrest of President Yu’s chair. He leaned his tall frame forward, pretending to peer at the screen, but in reality loosely encircling President Yu in his arms.
Yu Qingxian’s brow twitched. He sensed the heat source by his head, his eyelashes fluttering toward Chu Yi, but he quickly pulled them back before seeing clearly. His heart pounded like a drum…
After selecting the training courses, Chu Yi was certain: President Yu had feelings for him.
Anyone would normally pull back or push him away at such proximity.
Moreover, President Yu seemed so composed and proper on the surface, but inside he was flustered. Hadn’t he pointed to a posture course for a female artist, and President Yu clicked it without hesitation? Crucially, he hadn’t noticed the mistake for a long time afterward. Chu Yi had to point it out before President Yu calmly canceled it—only to quickly click the wrong adjacent course again…
Chu Yi found this outwardly aloof and serious President Yu, who was actually a muddled mess inside, utterly adorable. When he tilted his head to speak to him, President Yu’s eyelashes nearly fluttered into flowers… Was this how someone with rich romantic experience acted?
Chu Yi’s lips curved in amusement, but remembering his special fate pattern, the smile faded.
The enthusiasm swelling in his chest vanished abruptly. Chu Yi cooled entirely, stepped back, stood at attention with hands at his sides, far from President Yu. “All selected? I suddenly remembered something. I’ll head out first.”
Without waiting for President Yu’s response, he grabbed his backpack and script in a rush, his tall figure vanishing from the office like a gust of wind.
Yu Qingxian stared blankly at the scene. Only after a long moment did he relax his stiff back and slump into the chair.
The moment Chu Yi left the office, he revealed a bitter smile. He hadn’t expected that after becoming young again, his own heart would stir with spring feelings. What was he to do?
