Chapter 138: Sun Yanzi, Stop Celebrating Already

"You really are not polite."

Hua Na (Hong Kong) Office Building, 3rd floor lounge. Qian Jiang looked at Zhou Yi reviewing various invitations, unable to help but smile wryly: "The newspapers outside are going to go wild again."

"Let them go wild. I just want to know if what I said makes sense or not."

Zhou Yi chewed an apple, utterly unconcerned: "That bunch can't be coddled. If they're going to write about me no matter what, I might as well enjoy myself first."

After all, his main battlefield isn't Hong Kong—he could just pack up and leave after having his fun.

If they dare sneak into the mainland to stalk him, he wouldn't believe it until they actually locked someone up for months.

Qian Jiang, who understood this logic all too well, finally sighed helplessly: "I'm talking about Leon Lai. You probably haven't experienced when Leon was at his peak—he's just shifted his focus lately, but back then, he was the hottest of the Four Heavenly Kings, and his fans were the most fierce among the four."

"If your remark is misinterpreted as disrespect toward Leon, it'll easily provoke his fans to turn hostile and attack you."

"If Leon himself could actually misunderstand it, he'd be worthless after being a Heavenly King for so long."

Zhou Yi, still chewing fruit, didn't care: "As for his fans, it's like you think I don't have any. I've fought plenty of fan wars before."

He still remembered vividly the last online brawl—he himself had been called too conservative.

In fact, if he remembered correctly, by the year 2000, Leon was already the least active among the Four Heavenly Kings when it came to fan feuds.

Even the artist himself had no interest in fighting over status—what's the point for fans to keep fighting? They'd better go home and earn baby formula money.

"Besides, instead of worrying about Leon, you should worry about Xie Tingfeng and Wang Fei. Leon's already fallen out of favor with the media—it's Xie Tingfeng's era now."

As it turned out, Zhou Yi's guess was correct.

The day after he arrived in Hong Kong, newspapers flooded the streets with headlines like: "Xie Tingfeng and Wang Fei Argued Because of Zhou Yi—"

"Xie Tingfeng's Heart Broken in Jiangnan, Zhou Yi Steals Wang Fei?!"

"Career Soaring, Love Failing: Xie Tingfeng Drunk with Sorrow!"

"Xiao Yaxuan Yells at Wang Fei During Rehearsal for Concert—2 Hours Nonstop!"

"…"

With not even a shred of concrete evidence, merely based on that single utterance of "Wang Fei" during the live broadcast of Happy Camp, Zhou Yi had now become as much a financial goldmine for Hong Kong media as Xie Tingfeng and Wang Fei themselves.

Ten newspapers could produce twenty different versions—all relying on sheer volume.

Even Xiao Yaxuan, who originally didn't believe a word of it, grew curious after reading so many reports: "Did you really steal Wang Fei away from Xie Tingfeng?"

Zhou Yi, lying on the hotel bed, gave her a withering look: "Steal your head. If I really wanted to steal someone, why not go for Qiu Shuzhen?"

He had no interest in being Cao Cao.

Even if he were to become Ximen Qing, wasn't Qiu Shuzhen, at 33, more appealing than Wang Fei, who was 32?

Xiao Yaxuan shook her head repeatedly, scanning him up and down with clear disdain: "Tsk tsk, so you've already picked your target, huh?"

"Should I get someone to contact Qiu Shuzhen and set up a meeting for you two?"

"It's not impossible—sir!"

Zhou Yi frowned, and the next second he was attacked by Xiao Yaxuan—

After a chaotic, chaotic struggle, the defeated woman sprawled across the silk quilt, her long hair wild and loose. She hunched over, hugging a pillow, still muttering indignantly: "I'm just exhausted from preparing for my concert…"

"Tsk, little trash."

Barefoot on the hotel carpet, Zhou Yi drank some water, mercilessly mocked her, then tossed a bottle of water onto her lap.

"You wait."

With a stubborn glare and a weak threat, Xiao Yaxuan twisted open the cap and gulped half the bottle, then wiped her mouth: "Your concert's next year, right? Hope you don't go weak in the knees then."

"Of course, if you're too chicken to invite me as a guest at your concert next year, then forget I said anything."

Zhou Yi naturally sneered: "Hah."

"What songs will you sing at your concert? 'Jiangnan' as the main one? Or others from your album?"

"I'll just sing 'Jiangnan' as the main one. Since it's your concert, I won't steal the spotlight."

Zhou Yi pulled two fruit candies from a drawer, tore open the wrappers, and popped them into his mouth: "The rest—I can do dance tracks too. You pick. It's all up to you."

"Oh? Rarely heard."

Hearing this, Xiao Yaxuan burst into laughter.

Zhou Yi himself wasn't particularly fond of performing dance tracks—a fact evident from how rarely he danced on major stages since his debut.

"If you're going to say that, then I'm making you duet with me on 'Jing Wu Men' and 'Ai De Zhu Da Ge.'"

Among Zhou Yi's few dance-style songs, Xiao Yaxuan's personal favorite was actually the "obscure" dance track from his first album, "Jing Wu Men."

In the music video for this song, Zhou Yi delivered his most formidable all-around dance performance to date—the dances in "Jiu Shi Wo" and "Bu Chao Yong Hua Qian" were child's play compared to "Jing Wu Men."

Especially the chair dance at the end of the MV—it became famous even in Korea.

But because the other songs on Zhou Yi's first album were so wildly popular, "Jing Wu Men," with its exceptional dance quality, became one of his rarely performed obscure tracks, just like "Jiu Shi Wo."

Moreover, besides the chair dance, "Jing Wu Men" also featured a Latin dance segment—perfect for her to recreate live at the concert and surprise fans.

"You really know how to pick—I know you hate working hard."

"Can't help it. You can't play favorites. You danced on Happy Camp—you can't just stand there singing at mine."

Xiao Yaxuan had clearly watched that Zhou Yi episode of Happy Camp, and teased: "Should I get Wang Fei to come over? When you step on stage, the director can just pan the camera straight to Wang Fei?"

"If you want to see me fight Xie Tingfeng, just say so. No need to be so roundabout."

Zhou Yi, dressed now, casually tossed a large brown hoodie onto the bed, sneering.

These two were still in the midst of their romance—Zhang Baizhi hadn't even inserted herself yet.

Xiao Yaxuan, imagining the scene of them fighting, happily dressed herself, chuckling.

After finalizing concert details with Zhou Yi in the hotel room, she put on the baseball cap he handed her, and only left the hotel over twenty minutes after he departed, driving her company-provided car to meet up for dinner.

Although Zhou Yi didn't care about gossip or being photographed, she did.

Or rather, her company, Virgin, cared.

Still, despite the hotel's solid security, Hong Kong reporters with sharp noses and nimble feet inevitably managed to snap photos of her—

Many reporters even followed the two all the way to the place where they ate.

Clear profile photos taken under the night sky were published in the next day's newspapers. In Hong Kong, this was at most just adding fuel to baseless gossip news. But in the Taiwan region, when "Next Magazine" brought this news to light, the original Warner Twin Stars fans went completely berserk.

Before, everyone thought you were just stirring up rumors to boost sales. You even went to Hong Kong—how could they still manage to take photos?

What's going on? Are the two of you really involved?

And when the other party of the Twin Stars was asked on the program what he thought about Zhou Yi meeting Elva Hsiao at night in Hong Kong, Sun Yanzi actually still grinned with a big toothy smile after seeing the photos and said: "Then of course I'll just sit and watch. How else could I watch?"

The Twin Stars CP fans erupted in an uproar—

"Sun Yanzi, you're laughing! You're still grinning with a big toothy smile!

"Your home is about to be stolen by that shameless dancer!!! Is there no one at Warner to manage this?! Warner! Zhou Jianhui!!"

PS: I won't set any flags anymore; it's hopeless.

Why do people have to go to work...

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PS2: p

(End of this chapter)