Chapter 151

Jiang Zhi spoke bluntly: "If you don't tell the truth, I'll send you to the police station."

Upon hearing the three words "police station," the delivery person deflated like a punctured ball and blurted everything out.

It turned out that all the previous takeout orders had been taken by him from the neighboring room; he only handled the delivery and knew nothing else.

After he left, Jiang Zhi walked over to the neighboring door and pressed the doorbell.

No one opened the door for a long time.

She turned around and went back to her room.

Meanwhile, Xie Xingyuan, who had been hiding behind the neighboring door, let out a breath of relief, but then heard a rustling sound coming from the balcony.

He hurried over and saw Jiang Zhi about to climb over the window; his pupils contracted sharply.

"Zhizhi!!"

The balconies of the residential complex were close together, but this was the twenty-first floor; even though they were near, it was extremely dangerous.

He rushed forward and caught her waist; she leaned forward and fell into his arms.

A warm fragrance and soft jade washed over him.

Xie Xingyuan's Adam's apple rolled; the cold night wind brushed past, but it could not stop his face from gradually heating up.

Jiang Zhi came out of his embrace, looking at him in surprise and said: "How could it be you??"

Xie Xingyuan stepped back two paces, increasing the distance between them, his tone cold and unnatural: "I cooked too much, so I'm sending you to eat."

Such a clumsy, feeble lie—Jiang Zhi simply didn't believe it: "Could it be that I order takeout every day and you still have extra food?"

Xie Xingyuan justifiedly retorted: "What else!"

Jiang Zhi: "……"

Even after turning into a human, Heitan is still this cute.

"Fine." She lowered her brows, hiding the smile in her eyes, "Then thank you, Senior Xie, for cooking extra every day."

Xie Xingyuan furrowed his brows, his dark, deep eyes settling on her face, his thin lips tightening into a line.

"Xie… Senior Xie??"

"You really want to cut ties with him like that??"

"Then please go back, Miss Jiang." He indifferently turned his face away, gazing at the glittering night market.

Jiang Zhi glanced at his awkward, angry expression, then turned and prepared to climb over the balcony to leave.

"Go back through the main door!" Xie Xingyuan's voice was cold and solemn.

Jiang Zhi shrank his neck in fear, tremblingly withdrawing the hand that had wanted to climb, her beautiful face turning pale, she apologetically said: "Sorry, Senior Xie."

Unlike the little furball Heitan, the man's aura of intimidation was terrifying, making one's heart shudder.

Xie Xingyuan's peripheral vision caught her fear, his expression grew even tighter, the hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist, his chest felt sore and painful; after a long while he hoarsely asked: "Is it only when I turn into Heitan that you won't be afraid of me?"

Jiang Zhi froze at the sound, then slowly said: "Senior Xie, you don't need to joke like that with me."

Xie Xingyuan gave a self-mocking laugh.

"A joke?"

He would rather never wake up, staying by her side as Heitan.

But human desires are endless; if he were truly just Heitan, he would still want to become human and forever occupy her.

【Villain Hatred Value 42 points】

Xie Xingyuan closed his eyes, then opened them again, returning to normal.

"I'll send you back."

Jiang Zhi acknowledged, followed him out through the living room and left the room.

After returning home, she immediately took out her phone and called Sister Pan Jing.

On the other end of the line, Pan Jing heard her request and was somewhat surprised: "Are you sure you want to change your residence?"

Jiang Zhi said apologetically: "Sorry, Sis, I'm not used to living here; I really want to move somewhere else."

Pan Jing could only say: "I need to check if there are any other vacant places; I'll get back to you tomorrow."

After hanging up, she contacted Xie Xingyuan and told him about the conversation she just had with Jiang Zhi.

Xie Xingyuan's deep black eyes surged with an uncontainable possessive desire, his long fingers absentmindedly tapping the keyboard on the desk.

Meanwhile, the screen suddenly showed views of every corner of another room; the central image enlarged, revealing a black-haired, black-eyed girl lying on the bed, her snow-white long legs wrapped in a thick down quilt, making her skin look as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade.

"Tell her there isn't any."

Pan Jing listened to the bone-chilling, heavy voice on the other end of the line, and a chill ran down her spine.

Only after the call ended did she put down her phone and take a deep breath.

This Movie Emperor Xie Xingyuan, who is usually inarticulate, cold, and aloof in public, is actually more ruthless and terrifying than anyone.

——

The next day.

Jiang Zhi, who had no work that day, sneaked out with her manager and assistant to go shopping, wearing a mask and dressed in ordinary clothes, moving through the crowd.

Before the TV drama *An Xian Chuan* even aired, she wasn't famous, but earlier, having replaced Sun Yi to become the female lead and signed with Jingxing Company, she had appeared on several hot searches, so her photos online were no secret.

To avoid being recognized, she still wore a mask, out of respect for the paparazzi.

After wandering for a while, she oddly glanced back repeatedly, feeling as if someone were following her.

Having trained in martial arts for so many years, she was far more sensitive than ordinary people.

Her phone buzzed once; it was a message from Chen Shuo, who played the Thirteenth Prince in the filming of *An Xian Chuan*.

"(Are you also on Changyuan Street in A City? I'm here too, and I have nothing going on right now—want to grab a meal together?)"

Jiang Zhi posted a moment on her social media, blocking all the staff in her circle, except Chen Shuo, whom she did not block.

He saw that Moments post and immediately sent her a message.

Jiang Zhi edited the message briefly and sent it over.

(Zhizhi: Forget it, I'm afraid we'll end up on the hot search together.)

Her blunt remark made Chen Shuo burst out laughing; he opened his address book and called her straight away.

"Don't worry, I have a place where the paparazzi definitely won't catch us."

Jiang Zhi was quite curious about that place: "What place is it?"

Chen Shuo sent her an address: "You'll know when you get there."

Following the address in her hand, Jiang Zhi arrived at the destination and looked up to see it was the country's most famous drama academy.

Most people in the industry graduated from this academy; it enjoys great prestige, and the admission score requirements are very high.

A tap on her shoulder made Jiang Zhi turn around, revealing Chen Shuo wearing a mask just like hers.

"How's my alma mater?"

Jiang Zhi exclaimed: "This is your alma mater?"

She remembered he seemed to have debuted as an idol.

Chen Shuo saw her doubt, smiled, and replied: "I studied there for one semester before going abroad to become a trainee, so it still counts as my alma mater."

Jiang Zhi looked around, feeling a bit nervous: "I think this place is more dangerous."

Chen Shuo waved his hand: "Don't worry, once we're inside we'll be fine; the paparazzi can't get in."

He somehow got hold of two student cards and brought her into the school.

The drama academy occupies a large area; they walked for nearly half an hour before reaching the wetland park.

Red plum trees were planted on both sides of the pond; their faint, fresh fragrance permeated the air.

During this period, Jiang Zhi was either cooped up at home or rushing work assignments; she had never been to a place like this.

"Nice, right?" Chen Shuo walked to the side, gazing at her face as he spoke.

Jiang Zhi inhaled the faint red plum scent in the air, nodded, and said: "Beautiful."