Chapter 111: So What If a Young Man Is Fiery?

“Yes.”

Zhou Yi nodded: “That’s why I told you not to care how much they’re jumping around—I’m going to pull everyone on the list at the end. The more media on the list, the more shocking the impact will be.”

“...Actually, you’re a scholar.”

He still suffered from not having read much.

Comparing the two, Qian Jiang, who dropped out of junior high and went straight into the workforce, felt for the first time that the skills he’d honed during Hong Kong’s golden music era were somewhat unrefined.

Or rather, the solution he was planning was less formal than Zhou Yi’s.

If his solution was a risky maneuver, aiming to complete promotion on Taiwan with minimal cost, then Zhou Yi was charging forward with overwhelming force, openly declaring he was ready for a full-blown fight.

“True—you’ve Warner standing behind you. You have the capital to play like this.”

After his thinking cleared, Qian Jiang slapped his forehead and grinned honestly: “I’m used to playing small games in Hong Kong—I just didn’t think straight.”

“It’s just that you can play like this once on Taiwan.”

Zhou Yi smiled indifferently: “After all, the situation here is special—I don’t need to worry about gains or losses.”

“Alright, I’ll go discuss it with Zhou Jianhui.”

Imagining the scene, Qian Jiang excitedly smacked his thigh and stood up decisively to find Zhou Jianhui.

Since Zhou Yi’s lawsuit was involved, even his agent couldn’t make decisions on his own—he had to consult the company. After all, the legal team consuming time and energy was funded by Warner; letting Zhou Yi handle it himself might mean no album this year.

If this worked out, Zhou Yi’s second album sales on Taiwan wouldn’t just avoid decline—they might even explode past his debut album’s opening.

Watching his agent leave in high spirits, Zhou Yi finished tidying the lounge, went downstairs, got into his driver’s car, and returned to the apartment Warner had rented for him.

But beside the parking spot in the complex, he saw... Sun Yanzi’s driver’s car?

Isn’t Sun Yanzi still at the company?

Puzzled, Zhou Yi bid his driver farewell, took the elevator up, unlocked the door—and immediately saw a figure sitting on the living room sofa, sipping tea and chatting—

“Uncle Sun?”

Sun Yanzi’s father, Sun Yaohong, with his receding hairline, exuded an air of authority.

“You’re back,” his mother, Zhao Ping, said cheerfully, pushing a suitcase out of the bedroom as she heard the voice. “Your Uncle Sun knew we were returning to the mainland today—he came specially to see us off.”

The two parents, who had only come to see their son win awards and bring honor to the family, never expected to make a decent friend here.

Especially not the father of their son’s company colleague and rumored girlfriend.

Though they’d had little contact with Sun Yanzi, from Sun Yaohong’s speech and character, they judged his daughter must be a good person too.

“Your dad and I have been fishing buddies these past few days—we’re old comrades now. Since you’re leaving, I had to come see you off.”

Like many middle-aged men, Sun Yaohong had developed a fondness for fishing—and it gave him a topic to connect with Zhou Yaoguo.

After brief contact, Zhou Yi’s parents clearly left a favorable impression on Sun Yaohong.

Though they hadn’t read much, their years of experience had given them calmness and depth, which Sun Yaohong appreciated—and they’d raised Zhou Yi, a top Peking University student.

He didn’t want his daughter to suffer under her in-laws’ pressure if she ever married Zhou Yi.

“Then why don’t you stay a few more days? Your visas can be extended—I can ask the company to help.”

"In that case, why don't you and Mom stay a few more days? Your visas can be extended—I can ask someone at the company to help."

When the topic of staying longer came up, Zhou Yaoguo waved his hands: “Your mom and I still aren’t used to life here—it’s fine as a short trip.”

When asked about staying longer, Zhou Yaoguo waved his hands repeatedly: "Your mom and I still aren't used to life here; it's fine as a short trip."

Zhou Yi, who had come home specifically to see his parents off to the airport, scratched his head, politely nodded to Sun Yaohong again, then turned to help his mother pack another suitcase—

Zhou Yi, who had come home specifically to see his parents off at the airport, scratched his head, gave Sun Yaohong another polite nod of farewell, then turned and went into the room to help his mother pack another suitcase—

Half an hour later, Zhou Yi carried the luggage downstairs, loaded it into the car, bid farewell to Sun Yaohong—who had also come down to see them off—and told his driver to head to the airport.

Sun Yanzi’s driver’s car followed closely behind Zhou Yi’s as they left the complex—outside the compound, the paparazzi instantly snapped photos—

“Editor-in-chief! Big story! I got a huge story!”

“Sun Yanzi’s car appeared at Zhou Yi’s residential complex! It’s suspected they’ve reached the stage of meeting the parents!”

The paparazzi was thrilled—he felt he’d hit the jackpot.

This was real, firsthand evidence.

He couldn’t enter Zhou Yi’s upscale complex, so he’d been hiding outside taking photos—originally just hoping to catch him ordering takeout, since he was a young guy with plenty of energy.

But instead of takeout, he got Sun Yanzi’s driver’s car!

“What?! Get back and develop the film immediately! Hurry!”

The editor-in-chief, seated calmly in his office, shot up from his chair, slammed his desk, and shouted excitedly: “Your bonus is doubled this month!”

The editor, seated calmly in his office, shot up from his chair in one motion and slammed his desk in excitement: "Your bonus is doubled this month!"

On May 9, the day before Warner’s victory party, a Taiwan newspaper published a sensational headline—

“Sun Yanzi Suspected to Have Met Zhou Yi’s Parents! Warner’s Twin Stars May Be Engaged Soon!”

The accompanying photo showed Zhou Yi’s car and Sun Yanzi’s car driving out of Zhou Yi’s upscale complex, one behind the other.

Within a single day, the newspaper’s editor, overwhelmed by rush orders and restock requests, couldn’t stop grinning.

Fans who bought the paper erupted in chaos—

“Impossible! Impossible! My Yanzi would never be linked to Zhou Yi, that heartless playboy!”

“Yanzi, you’re foolish! Zhou Yi is too promiscuous—he’s had rumors swirling from every MV; you can’t control him!”

“Others are a perfect match—why are you objecting?!”

“Wait, where’s my Elva? Has that scumbag already tired of her?”

“Forget Elva—it’s all speculation...”

In schools and among young professionals, fans gathered to debate whether this sudden “meeting parents” rumor was true.

As one of the parties involved, Sun Yanzi had been at the company selecting songs for her third album when she saw the newspaper—her face darkened instantly—

“Damn! Which newspaper is this?! Don’t they have to take responsibility?!”

She was swamped choosing songs for her third album—when had she ever gone to Zhou Yi’s house?

Besides, she wasn’t that stupid—even if she wanted to visit Zhou Yi, she’d never use the company car or her own.

“That’s how the media is—but it’s fine. The company can just issue a statement—it’s not worth fighting with these clingy media outlets.”

Chen Zeshan, Sun Yanzi’s agent, who had dealt with countless gossip outlets, sighed: “Since it was your father who went, this rumor will be easily cleared—it won’t cause any real trouble.”

As Sun Yanzi’s agent, Chen Zeshan, who had dealt with countless gossip outlets, sighed: "Since it was your father who went, this rumor will be easily cleared up—it won’t cause any real trouble."

A notice stamped with Zhou Jianhui’s seal was sent directly to the legal department; Warner immediately assembled a team of five elite lawyers to collect evidence against every Taiwan newspaper spreading rumors about Zhou Yi, preparing to file formal lawsuits.

The notice bearing Zhou Jianhui’s seal was sent directly to the Legal Department; Warner’s Legal Department immediately pulled five top lawyers to form a legal team, beginning to gather evidence against all newspapers in Taiwan spreading rumors about Zhou Yi, and preparing to file formal lawsuits.

The news shocked many industry insiders.

What the hell is Warner doing? Are they insane?

Are they serious?

Record companies and artists preparing to attend Warner’s May 10 victory party were stunned too.

No one had heard rumors that Warner planned to sue so many media outlets at once—this clearly meant it was a last-minute decision.

They had heard no prior whispers that Warner planned to sue so many media outlets at once—this alone proved it was a last-minute decision.

At this critical moment, who had such influence that Warner would go all-in?

Coupled with the recent leaked photos, a young man’s name instantly surfaced in everyone’s mind.

As a result, on May 10, the red carpet outside Warner’s victory party was flooded with far more media than originally scheduled.

Especially when Zhou Yi appeared, dressed in a sharp suit.

“Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi! Did you personally push to sue those media outlets and reporters?!”

“Zhou Yi! What do you think of the editor of ‘Yi Zhoukan’ saying you’re just too young and impulsive?”

"Zhou Yi, what do you think of the editor of Apple Weekly saying you're just too young and impulsive?"

After signing autographs on the red carpet, Zhou Yi walked to the designated interview area, faced the microphones nearly touching his face, and smiled carelessly: “I’m only nineteen—I haven’t even had my twentieth birthday yet. I’m a real young man.”

“So what if a young man is a bit fiery? Isn’t that what being young means?”

ps: Eating late-night snacks—posting two finished chapters first; the last two will come later, around 2 a.m.~

Suggestion: Read the last two chapters tomorrow morning~

ps2: Vacations are great—you can eat late-night snacks, write, and sleep soundly.

Came home last night and slept straight through until 1 p.m. today—perfect.

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