Chapter 72

Nazha deflated like a punctured balloon.

She instantly turned into an ostrich, lowering her head dejectedly and muttering softly:

"Hmph, fine, I'm leaving!"

After the door shut, signaling Nazha had been "shown the door," Yang Mi turned back, her alluring fox eyes smiling warmly at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin could no longer hold back—he stepped forward and swept her up in his arms.

Yang Mi giggled softly, wrapping her pale arms tightly around Zhou Jin's neck.

Zhou Jin leaned down and pressed a heavy kiss on her delicate cheek.

Yang Mi didn't back down, leaning in to leave a bright red lip print on his face, her crimson lips parting as she breathed softly with a teasing edge:

"How's that? After all these days, you haven't been drained dry by that little brat, have you?"

Hearing this reckless provocation, Zhou Jin almost laughed in exasperation.

Last time at the Yanjing hotel, during that "Three Heroes vs. Lü Bu," he had stood like a war god, victorious to the end.

Yet Yang Mi, as the ringleader, kept losing, kept trying again, and even missed her return flight the next day.

Who knew that barely a short while later, this woman had forgotten everything and come back to provoke him again.

Zhou Jin said no more—he leaned down and crushed his lips against her fiery red ones.

His hands skillfully slid off her low-cut black dress, exposing vast stretches of milky-white skin that blinded the eyes with their brilliance.

Yang Mi closed her eyes, a mist of moisture forming in her gaze; her slender fingers gently wove through Zhou Jin's hair, pulling his head toward her as she whispered:

"Zhou Jin… I missed you."

Hearing those words, Zhou Jin felt a boom in his mind—the fire already stoked by her teasing surged straight to his head.

He no longer cared for gentleness—he violently tore apart Yang Mi's dress.

………

The next day, morning.

Zhou Jin woke up, watching Yang Mi curled up in his arms like a tame little cat, a deep, indescribable sense of fulfillment rising within him.

To be fair, among all the women in his life right now, Yang Mi's figure was unquestionably the best, the pinnacle.

That astonishing physique truly lived up to the online nickname "Big Mi Mi."

Moreover, Yang Mi carried within her an unyielding, stubborn spirit—the only one who could truly match him.

As their exchanges grew more frequent and intimate, Yang Mi's entire being—body and soul—now perfectly fit his shape.

Zhou Jin rose quietly, dressed himself, and walked to the bedside, whispering: "Miss Yang, I'm heading to the set."

Yang Mi opened her eyes half-asleep, murmuring lazily: "Mm… come back early, don't let filming ruin your rest."

Zhou Jin nodded, turning to leave—when suddenly Yang Mi's voice called out behind him.

"Wait."

Zhou Jin turned back to see Yang Mi peeking out from under the covers, pouting her red lips with sleepy, adorable insistence: "Kiss me before you go."

Seeing the powerful, domineering woman from the company now revealing such a clingy, feminine side, Zhou Jin's heart softened.

He immediately bent down and pressed a firm kiss on her smooth cheek, then left, fully satisfied.

As soon as Zhou Jin arrived at the set, he was surrounded by several lead actors.

Guan Xiaotong spoke bluntly, sizing him up with a grin: "Nice, Brother Jin—you look radiant today, your face is getting even more handsome!"

Chen Duling's eyes shone with unmistakable admiration:

"Teacher Zhou Jin, I watched last night's pivotal scene from Swords of Legends—your acting was incredible. That restrained look in Ling Yue's eyes made me cry along with him."

Ma Sichun joined in, praising with envy:

"You and Reba's 'Yue Fu CP' is blowing up right now! I opened my phone this morning—boom, you two were number one on Weibo's Hottest Search!"

Yang Yang chimed in with a laugh: "Yeah, the whole internet's talking about your scenes."

Zhou Jin exchanged polite pleasantries with them, then walked straight into the makeup room.

He had just finished his makeup when his phone rang.

He picked it up—it was Deng Chao calling.

As soon as he answered, Deng Chao's cheerful laugh rang out: "Zhou Jin, I heard you took the lead role in Director Su's new drama? How's filming going?"

"Going smoothly, Super Brother—what's up?"

Deng Chao didn't waste time: "Here's the thing—Breakup Master has cleared review and will officially release in a month. Over the next three days, the crew has scheduled key offline promotions—you, as one of the leads, absolutely must make time to help out."

"Super Brother, I'll try to ask Director Su for leave," Zhou Jin hesitated.

After all, this was an important film, and Deng Chao had given him a major opportunity—he'd never forgotten that debt.

Hearing Zhou Jin agree, Deng Chao's tone shifted, sounding troubled.

Swords of Legends was now wildly popular.

And Yang Mi, as the absolute female lead, had skyrocketed in fame and commercial value, showing signs of surpassing the other three of the Four Little Flower Dan.

Deng Chao didn't call Yang Mi directly—he contacted her assistant first, but the assistant said her schedule was booked months ahead and impossible to adjust.

Deng Chao subtly appealed to Zhou Jin for help.

He knew full well: if Yang Mi joined the promotional events, Breakup Master's exposure and impact would double.

Zhou Jin clearly understood Deng Chao's meaning.

Without Deng Chao, he never would have landed such a crucial role.

He thought for a moment and said: "Super Brother, I'll talk to Miss Yang and see what I can do. But if she's truly too busy, I can't force her."

"Perfect! That's all I need—I owe you one, old Deng thanks you in advance!" Deng Chao exclaimed.

After hanging up, Zhou Jin rose and stepped out of the makeup room, heading to find Director Su.

He needed to request leave for three days to join the promotions.

During this period, he performed exceptionally well on set, filming almost always on the first take, and got along very well with Su Youpeng; he felt Director Su would readily grant him leave.

Just as he reached the vicinity of the filming location, the director's assistant spotted him and hurried over to block his path, whispering urgently:

"Teacher Zhou Jin, don't go over yet! Director Su is in a rage right now—wait a bit before approaching him, absolutely don't provoke him!"

Zhou Jin followed the assistant's gaze.

There, near the monitor not far off, Su Youpeng was scowling, expressionless, reprimanding Yang Yang.

It turned out Yang Yang had requested leave to "guest-star" on another set.

Su Youpeng most despised actors juggling roles or being distracted during filming, and he immediately gave him a harsh scolding.

Yang Yang, thoroughly chastised, could only turn away with a humiliated expression.

Watching Yang Yang's retreating back, Zhou Jin's heart sank sharply.

Yang Yang had just been screamed at for requesting three days off—if Zhou Jin now went straight up to ask for the same, he'd be walking straight into the gun barrel.

"What do you want?" Su Youpeng turned his head and saw Zhou Jin standing not far away.