Chu Yi always felt like he had forgotten something until he received a call from his agent, Lin Hang. Only then did he realize he had overlooked the press conference for Da Qing Feng Yun.
“Oh right, Director Mo personally called to invite me before.” Chu Yi slapped his forehead. In fact, Liu Shengqing had been the first to tell him the news, but he had been too busy lately and nearly missed it. “Good thing you called to remind me. Tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, tomorrow at ten in the morning, Nancheng Yili International Hotel.” Lin Hang was straightforward and didn’t ask what he had been busy with. He simply gave him the time and location.
But after thinking for a moment, he asked, “You’re in Beijing, right? Should I bring the makeup artist and stylist to your door tomorrow for styling?”
“Uh, no…” Chu Yi told Lin Hang which city he was in.
Lin Hang checked on another device nearby, and his heart sank. “Oh no, the earliest flight is at eight tomorrow morning. If we need to do makeup and styling, we definitely won’t make it in time.”
This was his negligence. Over the past few days, he had been dealing with a not-so-small issue caused by one of his other artists and had unintentionally overlooked Chu Yi.
Chu Yi, however, remained calm after hearing this. “It’s fine. I’ll ask the person in charge here if they can give me a ride back.”
“A ride? How?” Lin Hang asked without much hope.
Such a long distance—driving would require racing against the clock, exhausting everyone and still not making it on time. It was better to just take a plane honestly…
“Wait a second.”
Then he heard Chu Yi say a few words to someone outside the call. Less than thirty seconds later, Chu Yi turned back and told him casually, “It’s settled. They’ll send me back by helicopter. It won’t be delayed. Don’t worry.”
Lin Hang: “…Okay.”
A helicopter!
Though he was very curious about who this “person in charge” Chu Yi mentioned was, anyone who could casually mobilize a helicopter was clearly not someone he could pry into. Lin Hang knew better than to ask.
The next day, Lin Hang indeed arrived in a nanny van borrowed from the company, accompanied by a makeup artist, stylist, and two assistants.
Lin Hang had thought his arrangements were already extravagant, considering Chu Yi was just a newcomer whose fame wasn’t prominent yet… But when he saw Ouyang Yuyuan and another assistant of President Yu getting out of the car at the entrance, he suddenly felt like his setup was just right…
“Ouyang Special Assistant, why are you here too?” Lin Hang hurried over to greet him.
Ouyang Yuyuan pointed to the large, high-end hotel breakfast box in the assistant’s hand and said with a grin, “I’m here to bring Yi Ge breakfast.”
He deliberately teased before turning and heading inside first. From the spry way he moved, his sprained ankle had clearly fully healed.
Lin Hang followed Ouyang Yuyuan and the assistant inside. As soon as he entered, he saw President Yu sitting in the brightly lit, warm-yellow dining room, sipping a cup of black coffee.
Most strikingly, President Yu was wearing pajamas! He looked like he had just gotten out of bed not long ago—his hair wasn’t as neatly styled as usual, with one strand sticking up at the back of his head. This everyday look felt both unfamiliar… and chilling!
If he remembered correctly, this was Chu Yi’s villa, right? Yes, it had previously belonged to President Yu and was later transferred to Chu Yi… What exactly was the relationship between these two?
“President Yu.” Lin Hang’s curiosity clawed at him like a cat, but he didn’t forget to lead the group forward to greet him.
Lin Hang was fine—he was a well-known agent and didn’t feel as much pressure facing Xingyao’s big boss as others did. But the makeup artist and stylist were different. They rarely had the chance to see this big boss up close, let alone appear before him, so they were extremely reserved.
Yu Qingxian glanced over with his phoenix eyes and nodded coolly. “Lin Hang stays. Everyone else, go wait in the reception room on the left first.”
Ouyang Yuyuan, afraid they wouldn’t find it, quickly led the way.
Yu Qingxian slowly straightened up, his gaze displeased as he stared at Lin Hang. Though seated, he exuded the aura of someone in a superior position, commanding without anger.
Lin Hang’s back broke out in cold sweat. “President Yu…”
Yu Qingxian: “Speak. What happened?”
Caught making a work mistake and questioned personally by the big boss—Lin Hang felt bitter inside but obediently laid everything out.
“An disobedient artist—you’ve managed ones like this before, Lin Hang. Did you forget how to handle it, or did it go straight to the dog’s stomach?” The key was that this artist had neglected Chu Yi right under his nose!
Lin Hang didn’t even dare breathe. “Because… because he has good talent and was on the rise, his personality suddenly got a bit unruly…”
This was a common issue for artists from ordinary backgrounds. Once they showed signs of success, combined with flattery and instigation from those around them, they easily became arrogant and conceited.
That male artist named Ou Shengzhe was a prime example. Out of jealousy, he got drunk and fought someone on the roadside, even getting photographed by paparazzi. He had gone to great lengths to buy back the negatives from them.
“Enough. Don’t arrange any work for him for the next six months. We’ll see how he performs.” With one sentence, Yu Qingxian settled the matter. Call him domineering or biased—Xingyao didn’t need artists who couldn’t control themselves.
Lin Hang opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t dare plead for Ou Shengzhe. He knew this guy’s career was essentially over. Disappearing for half a year during his rising phase would lead even the most loyal fans to abandon him.
