Chapter 149: Volume 1_Chapter 149  The Movie Emperor Who Turned Into a Cat (16)

Volume 1_Chapter 149  The Movie Emperor Who Turned Into a Cat (16)

Jiang Zhi, who had left, didn't hear his resentful words; after returning to the lounge and just sitting down, she heard the system's voice.

777 asked doubtfully: 'Host, why don't you acknowledge the villain?'

Jiang Zhi recalled the man's barely concealed nervousness and anticipation in his eyes earlier, curled her lips and smiled: 'He's so tsundere, I want to see how long he can hold out.'

That demeanor was exactly the same as when she turned into Heitan—she rarely showed her emotions, presenting an aloof, arrogant attitude to others.

She thought it was quite cute.

777 observed the host's changes.

The first time I saw her, she seemed fiery on the surface, but her heart was colder than anything.

But now it feels that the host is more like a person.

——

After signing with Jingxing Company that day, Jiang Zhi's account gained a seven-figure sum, frightening her into asking Pan Jing what was going on.

Pan Jing told her, 'This money is from the company you signed with; feel free to use it.'

Jiang Zhi had never had this much money in her card before; she was excited and thrilled.

Adding the salary paid after finishing filming An Xian's Tale, she had already become a millionaire.

The large-scale historical drama An Xian's Tale had been filming for nearly half a year, and it wrapped up officially before the Spring Festival.

Director Wang arranged a wrap-up banquet, and all important members of the crew were required to attend.

Before the wrap-up banquet began.

Jiang Zhi looked at the rows of brand-name clothing, various styles, most of them limited-edition works by famous foreign designers—priceless and unobtainable, even many A-list actresses couldn't buy them.

Her heart skipped a beat, she turned and asked Pan Jing, 'Can I not wear these clothes?'

She had painstakingly saved that much money in her wallet; she couldn't let it all go to waste at once.

Pan Jing smiled: 'These are all provided free by the company for the artists; feel free to pick any, no need to worry about anything else.'

Jiang Zhi muttered softly: 'This company's benefits are too good...'

Pan Jing exchanged a glance with the assistant beside her; the meaning in her eyes needed no explanation.

Which company would provide so much? Only because she was special—the beloved of Jingxing Company's helmsman.

After Jiang Zhi finished her makeup and put on a long dress, she looked up and saw Pan Jing secretly taking photos of her; she quickly raised her hand to block her face, feeling inexplicably shy: 'Pan-jie, what are you taking pictures of?'

Pan Jing smiled and explained: 'You look too good; I want to take a photo as a keepsake.'

This row of clothing was personally selected by that person; compared to most formalwear, it appeared especially conservative—long sleeves, a skirt that covered the ankles, and even the chest was fully covered, revealing only half of a snow-white neck.

Her light, slightly wavy long hair fell to her waist, setting off her snow-white, crystal-clear skin like glass; her vermilion lips tempted to be plucked, her dark eyes holding a faint golden glow; in a black-and-white gradient long dress, it outlined an enchanting waist that was impossible to look away from.

In the photo, she turned around, surprised, looking toward the camera.

The tall man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window looked at the photo on his phone; his expression paused slightly, and his deep, abyss-like eyes revealed a hint of sinking.

His fingertips gripping the phone tensed slightly; Xie Xingyuan leaned down and kissed the photo, a faint blush rising on his face as he whispered:

"Zhizhi..."

Just then, Wang Pang walked in and saw this scene; he quickly covered his eyes and turned to run.

A cold voice came from behind him:

"Come over."

Wang Pang's heart pounded wildly as he took small, hurried steps forward.

It's over—if he caught Brother Yuan secretly kissing the phone, will he be silenced???

Xie Xingyuan's gaze shifted unnoticeably from the phone screen to him: 'Anything that happens in there, you must tell me.'

Wang Pang nodded vigorously: 'Okay! Brother Yuan, I guarantee I'll complete the task.'

Xie Xingyuan turned his back on him, gave a cold snort: 'Get lost.'

——

Only a few people at the wrap-up banquet were acquainted with her; seeing her outfit, everyone tacitly understood—after rumors spread that she had an improper relationship with Director Wang, and after she signed with Jingxing Company, the gossip worsened, claiming she was kept by a high-ranking leader of Jingxing Company, which explained her current treatment and status.

Jiang Zhi pretended not to know, raising a glass with Director Wang, the other staff, and familiar actors; after three rounds of drinks, she began to feel dizzy.

She excused herself to go to the restroom, left the private room, rubbed her uncomfortable stomach, sat down on a bench in the corridor, and closed her eyes to rest.

During this period she hardly had time to sleep; as filming neared the end, the crew grew busier, and as the female lead of this drama, she was too busy to stop.

Whenever there was a chance to rest, she naturally wouldn't let it pass.

Pan Jing stood not far away, watching her silhouette, and quickly picked up the phone to tell Wang Pang.

Less than a minute later, the mysterious CEO of Jingxing Company, Xie Xingyuan, appeared before them.

His body had not yet fully recovered to its original state; his limbs were still somewhat weak, and having walked too fast all the way, he had reached his limit—when he stopped, he almost toppled forward, but he managed to steady himself in time.

The closer he got, the clearer he saw the girl sitting on the bench who had captivated his soul and dreams.

The skirt's hem fell to the ground, her slightly wavy hair draped over her shoulder, and her richly beautiful side face was flushed with the red of drunkenness.

Xie Xingyuan drew a deep breath—he had never been this nervous even when he first went on stage to receive an award—he sat stiffly beside her, his fingers unconsciously resting on her long leg, inhaling her familiar scent as his throat convulsed uncontrollably.

At thirty-two years old, he was as awkward as a naive college student seeing the person he liked.

Jiang Zhi slept in a daze, murmuring softly:

"Cold..."

Seeing this, Xie Xingyuan quickly took off his outer coat and gently draped it over her.

He hadn't yet withdrawn his fingers; when he lifted his gaze, he met the girl's opened eyes, which seemed immersed in spring water—clear and translucent, reflecting his face.

Xie Xingyuan stared for a few seconds, then withdrew his fingers with a large motion, stumbling backward; his dark bangs, slightly short, could not conceal the panic on his face.

Jiang Zhi tilted her head and laughed lightly:

"Heitan, I dreamed of you again."

She said as she stood up, her dark eyes tinged with hazy drunkenness, her steps unsteady as she moved toward him, stopping right in front of him, she lifted her jade‑like finger and brushed it across his extraordinarily handsome face.

Little Heitan, you say why you look exactly like Movie Emperor Xie Xingyuan? I almost… almost…

Before she could finish speaking, she fainted from drunkenness.

Xie Xingyuan stretched out his long arm and just in time caught her waist, staring dazedly at her face, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his chest.

You don't recognize me because I'm Xie Xingyuan, right?

In her heart, he is Xie Xingyuan, not Heitan.

Only Heitan appears in her dreams.

A trace of icy aura flickered in the depths of Xie Xingyuan's dark pupils.

Even though he knew Heitan was himself, he still couldn't help feeling jealous, jealous to the point of madness.

Xie Xingyuan desperately suppressed the dark emotions welling up in his heart, lifted her, and left the hotel.

After getting in the car, Wang Pang couldn't help glancing back, and met the man's gaze as cold as winter snow; he hurriedly looked away and focused on driving.

Where are we going, Brother Yuan?

Xie Xingyuan lowered his eyes, deeply gazing at the girl in his arms, and after a moment said, 'Back to her place.'

Wang Pang couldn't help but feel a little surprised; he didn't dare look back, started the engine, and drove off.

The staff on the same floor had all gone to the wrap party, leaving the corridor empty and quiet.

After opening the door for them, Wang Pang stood at the entrance keeping watch.

Inside the room.

Xie Xingyuan laid the girl on the bed, his movements gentle; the back of his hand brushed her soft hair ends, bringing a hint of scorching warmth.

He restrained himself from looking away, his gaze sweeping over the room; everywhere felt familiar.

The food bowl placed against the wall, the cat litter box set by the bathroom door, and the cat nest covered with a thin layer of dust.

It matched his memory exactly; it wasn't a dream—after his car accident left him unconscious and stripped of all memories, he had turned into a cat, which she adopted.

Just as he sank into his memories, a doubtful voice suddenly came from behind.

Heitan? Is that you?

Xie Xingyuan's body stiffened abruptly; he stood rooted like a statue, motionless.

Jiang Zhi sat up, her vision blurry, her head dizzy, unable to tell whether she was dreaming or awake.

She threw off the covers, got out of bed, reached out and took the man's hand, blinking blankly:

Heitan, how did your hands get so big?

Xie Xingyuan's eyes felt sore; he dared not look back at her.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, 'But I still like you as a cat.'

Having said that, she walked up to him; the man's tall, slender frame towered over her, making her look especially petite.

A flicker of barely perceptible panic flashed in the depths of Xie Xingyuan's dark eyes as he let her tiptoe closer, her faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose.

That was the scent he smelled each night in his dreams when he was a cat.

It made him involuntarily want to draw nearer.

Jiang Zhi cupped his face and leaned in to kiss his thin lips.

Xie Xingyuan's pupils contracted; his vision filled with her image, the soft warmth of her lips lingering, mingled with a faint hint of alcohol.

He seemed drunk too.

"Turn into a kitten!" her soft, insistent voice rang in his ears.

Xie Xingyuan's voice was restrained, slightly hoarse: "I can't turn back."

Jiang Zhi pouted dissatisfiedly, poked his forehead with her finger, and said petulantly, 'No matter! I kissed you, so you have to become a kitten!'

"Little Heitan! If you don't listen to me, I'll pluck out your fur and make you bald!"

The gloom in Xie Xingyuan's heart suddenly dissipated; his thin lips curled slightly, revealing a modest smile.

After staying long with this foolish master, he too became foolish.

As Jiang Zhi kept speaking, her nose tingled, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up; feeling wronged and longing, she said, 'Heitan, little Heitan, won't you stay? I miss you so much, I really do.'

Hearing her voice, Xie Xingyuan felt a knife‑like pain in his chest; he lifted his hand helplessly, wanting to wipe the tears from her eyes.

But then a weight pressed against his chest—she collapsed into his arms and fell asleep, as if her earlier crying had been an illusion.

Xie Xingyuan held her again and placed her on the bed, gave her hangover soup to drink, tucked in the blankets, and sat beside the bed.

His fingertip brushed the tear at the corner of her eye; he lowered his head and gently, tenderly kissed her forehead.

"Zhizhi, I won't leave again; I'll always be with you, guarding you."

{Villain Xie Xingyuan's Love Points reached 100}