Chapter 153: Volume 1_Chapter 153  The Movie Emperor Who Turned Into a Cat (20)

Volume 1_Chapter 153  The Movie Emperor Who Turned Into a Cat (20)

#Female student living with Xie Xingyuan suspected to be the female lead of 《The Legend of An Xian》#

Jiang Zhi: "……"

"Sinister, this Xie Xingyuan!" She couldn't believe it.

777: "The villain's Hatred Value is more than half; doing these things is just to later marry you as a stepping stone."

All of Xie Xingyuan's other hot searches have been taken down, only the one related to her remains high at the top.

It goes without saying that without his consent, how could this hot search possibly stay up?

Jiang Zhi couldn't wait any longer, picked up her work phone, and sent him a message.

(Senior Xie, I'm really sorry, I didn't know going out that day would get me photographed.)

(I will go clarify it, please rest assured.)

Soon a message came back.

(Senior Xie: Clarifying will only make it darker; let the company handle it.)

777 saw her flustered look and was somewhat surprised: "It seems you lost, Host."

Jiang Zhi chuckled, "I haven't lost yet."

…

New Year's Eve.

The original host had no relatives, could only stay in her residence listening to the sound of fireworks exploding outside; the floor-to-ceiling window outside was brightly lit, and the neon lights of the night market street rendered half the nightscape.

She lay back on the sofa, rubbed her hungry stomach, took out her phone, and ordered takeout.

During the Spring Festival, the delivery workers had all gone home to celebrate the New Year, so there was no one to accept orders and deliver takeout at this time.

There was nothing edible at home either, so she could only go out to buy a pack of instant noodles to settle a meal.

Just as she was about to go out, a fragrance suddenly drifted through the balcony into the living room.

She sniffed, and her stomach growled nonstop.

Since she exposed the lie about the takeout delivery, she hadn't eaten Xie Xingyuan's cooking for a long time.

His cooking skills were comparable to a master chef's, which even Jiang Zhi couldn't match.

She gritted her teeth, firmly put on her coat, and walked out.

Just as she stepped out of her door, the neighboring room's door was pushed open from outside; Xie Xingyuan saw her, and his indifferent pupils showed a ripple.

"Want to spend New Year's together?"

Jiang Zhi paused, about to agree instinctively, but reason prevailed.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'll pass." Last time when we went looking for a cat together, we were caught by paparazzi and ended up on the hot search for several days.

His fans almost had her Weibo trampled flat.

Xie Xingyuan leaned against the doorframe, his dark sweater making his complexion pallid; that East Asian face, gilded with a faint golden light, was classically handsome, pleasing to the eye like a painting.

"Come in."

Having said that, he didn't wait for her agreement and went straight back to his room.

The door was half-ajar, inviting her inside.

Jiang Zhi hesitated, lingering in place for a long time.

She finally decided to rest today and think about the mission tomorrow.

Stepping into the living room, the layout was basically the same as her own room; apart from the vastly different decor and furnishings, everything felt familiar.

Jiang Zhi immediately saw more than ten dishes laid out on the table.

They were all her favorite dishes, steaming, a dazzling array that drew her near.

By the time she reacted, she was already seated at the table; the man came out of the kitchen holding the final bowl of chicken soup and placed it in the center of the table.

Jiang Zhi smelled the chicken broth aroma, saliva uncontrollably overflowing; after a few swallows, she softly said, "Senior, your cooking is amazing."

Xie Xingyuan sat in the chair opposite her, his gaze not lingering on her for a moment, and lightly said, "You can call me Xie Xingyuan."

Jiang Zhi's face showed embarrassment, she awkwardly said, "You're my senior; how can I directly call you by name?"

Xie Xingyuan didn't even look up and said, "Didn't you used to call me Heitan?"

Jiang Zhi's pupils tightened; not wanting to continue the topic, she picked up a chopstickful of dish, tasted it, and delightedly said, "So delicious!"

Xie Xingyuan wiped his fingers stained with chicken broth oil with a tissue; his black eyes, partially covered by slightly longer forehead hair, deeply gazed at her smile, his thin lips slightly curling.

The pleasant atmosphere lasted until the meal ended; the man somehow left the living room and went to the balcony.

Jiang Zhi, full and satisfied, stood up and went to the balcony; the night wind was unusually cold, covering the exposed skin, she unconsciously shrank her neck.

"Happy New Year." A low voice came from behind, carried by the cold wind to her ear.

Jiang Zhi turned her head to look.

The man lay flat on the bench, black hair falling over his brows and eyes, aloof and without any ripple.

It seemed as if that sentence wasn't spoken by him.

Jiang Zhi gently curved her brows and eyes, extending her arm and shouting outward:

"Happy New Year!!"

Xie Xingyuan's eyes were filled with her figure; he suppressed the urge to embrace her, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a blood‑red heat.

——Zhizhi, don't keep pushing me away. Will you stay with me forever?

The words hidden deep in his heart were never spoken.

Six months after the completion of 《The Legend of An Xian》, an extremely efficient release announcement was made.

A trailer quickly exploded on Weibo.

The hottest of these was the pairing of the female lead An Xian and the Thirteenth Prince; even before airing, fans had surpassed hundreds of thousands, remaining high on the rankings.

Unfavored sickly prince x extremely career-driven outwardly cold inwardly hot palace maid, they mutually redeem, making countless people anticipate this drama's broadcast.

To promote this CP, Jiang Zhi's first job of the year is to participate in a competitive reality show with Chen Shuo.

When she was preparing to participate in the show, Sister Pan Jing came over to inform her that the show had been cancelled, so she didn't need to go.

Jiang Zhi was quite surprised, "Why, sister? This isn't the hottest variety show right now?"

If she participated, it would add considerable popularity to The Tale of An Xian.

Sister Pan Jing said, "You're not suited for this show; I've arranged another show for you."

It is a leisurely farming variety show; the regular guests are all quite old, with only one person being young—a child star just turned sixteen.

Jiang Zhi could only agree.

Not long after The Tale of An Xian aired, Director Wang Jie gave her a call.

"I'm trying to shoot a workplace urban female-lead drama for my next project; do you want to audition for the female lead?"

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Zhi was overjoyed and immediately agreed.

"Okay! Director Wang, I will definitely go audition!"

Not long after ending the call with Director Wang, Sister Pan Jing, upon hearing this news, disregarded her objection and politely declined to Director Wang.

"Why? Sister Pan Jing, I want to film this drama."

Back then, if it weren't for Director Wang, she couldn't have gotten this far; moreover, Director Wang is her master, so she cannot not go.

Sister Pan Jing bluntly said, "The company has arranged a movie for you; don't even think about this drama."

A movie?

Jiang Zhi froze in place.

"But..."

Sister Pan Jing stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder, saying, "Xiao Zhi, the company will give you the best resources, so you must follow the company's arrangements."

Always this saying: follow the company's arrangements.

Whenever Jiang Zhi needs to participate in an event, she always tells her this.

How did it come to this? This is absolutely not what she wanted.

It's as if a hand controls her, and she, like a marionette, submits to that hand's control.