[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment":3,"chapter-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-30":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Intelligence King of Chinese Entertainment",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260333,4411,"Chapter 30: Shocked: A One-Meter-Eighty Strong Man Is Targeted by His Ex-Girlfriend","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-30",30,"\u003Cp>“...It’s just that the two of us had a falling out, Guan Yue went to talk to him on my behalf, and just now he was just teasing you—he’s sometimes a bit erratic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Dawei understood—or rather, he saw clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Dong Xuan came downstairs, besides explaining to him, her eyes never left Yan Li; Yan Li’s attitude toward Dong Xuan and Guan Yue was completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was very likely he had misunderstood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Tong Dawei started to panic—before, their quarrel had never been resolved, and now wasn’t this adding fuel to the fire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guan Yue, I’m sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Dawei quickly apologized, but Guan Yue’s face was cold: “What exactly did you do wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re wrong for caring too much about her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Tong Dawei could speak, Yan Li chimed in again: “This whole incident happened precisely because this guy cares too much about Guan Yue—concern leads to confusion, confusion stems from deep feeling, a minor lapse in composure, but his intentions were good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Dawei clearly understood Yan Li was defending him, nodding vigorously: “That’s right, Guan Yue, I was just afraid you’d break up with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yue shot Tong Dawei a glare, then turned to Yan Li: “What does this have to do with you? Can you please focus on solving your own problems first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at you—I’m trying to bring you two together, and you don’t appreciate good intentions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li was still about to say more, but Dong Xuan could no longer bear it; she grabbed his arm and dragged him upstairs, tossing out one last line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good luck, buddy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yan Li was pushed upstairs by Dong Xuan, he called out one last thing; Tong Dawei wanted to thank him loudly, but seeing Guan Yue’s dark expression, he clamped his mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside how Tong Dawei and Guan Yue worked things out, Yan Li followed Dong Xuan upstairs into their shared apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slightly smaller than the place he lived in Jimen, but more cozy, with all the furniture and appliances fully equipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike their graduated vocational class, Dong Xuan’s undergraduate class only entered their third year in September and hadn’t graduated yet, so they could legitimately ask their families for living expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those attending Beijing Film Academy, while not necessarily from wealthy families, rarely came from poor ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Dong Xuan’s father was a professional soldier, but in the cultural division of the choir—he’d served a long time, with a rank equivalent to regimental or deputy divisional level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yue’s family background was also good, possibly even better than Dong Xuan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With affluent means and a willingness to spoil their daughters, their living allowances were generous—how could their lives not be far better than those of Zhang Songwen and his broke Beijingers just out of school?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink some water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yan Li was examining the apartment’s layout, Dong Xuan poured him a glass of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you two live here alone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s also Yin Xu. Originally Peng Xinyi lived with us too, but she went home due to family matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li knew both of them—they were fellow performance students from the 2000 class at Beijing Film Academy who got along well with Dong Xuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Yin Xu, who was Dong Xuan’s closest friend after Guan Yue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li had a good impression of her, because when he and Dong Xuan broke up, Guan Yue urged him to end it, while Yin Xu urged him to reconcile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that alone, in Yan Li’s mind, Yin Xu’s image was far superior to Guan Yue’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After handing him the water, Dong Xuan leaned in and sat beside Yan Li, her voice soft: “Did you come here today just to see me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mind your distance—we’re broken up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li shifted slightly away, then pulled two red bills from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mainly came to return the money for the fan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan stared blankly at the money in Yan Li’s hand, her eyes reddening, tears welling up, her voice trembling with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You... you really have to be this cold and clear with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li sighed and rubbed his forehead: “Enough already. Right in front of Guan Yue, I didn’t even dare expose you—don’t keep pushing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Qin Lan, Yan Li always felt Dong Xuan was better suited for Qiong Yao dramas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least her crying scenes were deeply moving—she excelled at playing pitiful little wives; even when you knew she was acting, it was hard not to be moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposed by Yan Li, Dong Xuan could no longer keep up the act; she wiped her tears, and her delicate, pure face transformed into the boldness of a Northeastern girl as she stepped forward and demanded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me the truth—have you found someone else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li firmly denied it, with full confidence—he really didn’t have anyone else, just one more... good friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan didn’t believe him: “Then why did you insist on breaking up with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, you’re the one who broke up with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I gave you an out—that was me signaling I wanted to reconcile, so why did you refuse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t I tell you not to let Guan Yue speak for me? After we broke up, I thought about it—I really was immature in many ways, made you suffer, and I felt bad too. If that’s the case, it’s better to be single—temporarily free from emotional ties, I can fully focus on my career.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan stared hard at Yan Li: “You’re just bored with me and chasing something new—is it that yellow fox, Huang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t had any contact with her for a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan pressed: “Then did you meet someone new in Hengdian?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li’s expression didn’t change: “I’m not RMB—I don’t get loved everywhere I go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan looked at Yan Li uncertainly; he met her gaze calmly, leaving her utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her entire plan had been for Yan Li to beg her to reconcile, then she’d firmly control him before reluctantly agreeing to get back together, rekindling old feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yan Li didn’t follow the script—he kept shouting “single is best” with no hint of reconciliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse, she’d already shown her hand, lost the initiative, and now the roles were reversed—she was the one begging for reconciliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Dong Xuan’s mind begin to fog over, Yan Li placed the money on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s late—I’m going home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dong Xuan grabbed Yan Li’s arm; seeing he still wouldn’t stop, she bit her lip, rose on her toes, and kissed him full on the mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what if she looked desperate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d already laid everything out—Dong Xuan was starting to give up all restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to break up with Yan Li, and she couldn’t risk letting him go, fearing they’d be permanently lost to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she’d hold him down first, then once they reconciled, she’d slowly get her revenge on this bastard and reclaim the dignity she’d lost today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Li stood over one meter eighty, muscular and strong—yet he couldn’t break free from the kiss of this girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only flail his hands helplessly against her body, finally stumbling helplessly as she dragged him into the bedroom, his muffled, strained breaths echoing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Downstairs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After coaxing for a long time, Tong Dawei finally calmed Guan Yue down; they lingered a bit, and just as he was about to leave, Guan Yue suddenly noticed the living room light upstairs had been turned off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Yue turned to Tong Dawei: “I remember your apartment was a two-bedroom, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Dawei realized it too, nodding with suppressed joy: “Yes, two bedrooms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll stay over at your place tonight—don’t get any funny ideas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No funny ideas, none at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Dawei eagerly led the way for Guan Yue; as he turned a corner, he glanced back toward the apartment building, his eyes filled with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That guy named Yan Li just helped him out big time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, in Jimen Li community, Zhou Weiwei checked the time, turned off the lights, locked the door, and returned to his bedroom to make a call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Ghost was right—it’s been almost two hours, he’s probably not coming back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, each owes me a hundred yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the line, Zhang Songwen laughed triumphantly, but Lin Jiachuan, who’d lost a hundred yuan, laughed even louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, I’m going to be Yan Li’s brother-in-law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1419,"2026-06-19T16:16:52.605Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","69b7d7f99c40863bd5f0e47fa888d5e83c1d461fdc0d4466162b8de4c591fd6e","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-31","the-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-chapter-29",405,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-intelligence-king-of-chinese-entertainment-cover.jpg"]