Chapter 246

"So you and Sun Yanzi are really together?"

Hotel, Room 3021.

Xiao Yaxuan, wrapped in a bathrobe and stepping out of the bathroom, dried her hair with a towel. Seeing Zhou Yi sitting on the round-cornered sofa reading a copy of Vogue China featuring his cover, she smiled and strolled over to his side—

Her idle left hand wandered over the man's body, feeling the texture of his sharply defined muscles.

"What do you think?"

"Warner's marketing is quite skilled; they even managed to get Jay Chou to come."

Xiao Yaxuan smirked mischievously: "Then what about you and Wang Fei? Does Xie Tingfeng have any objections?"

Zhou Yi, flipping through Vogue China, paused in his movement. He turned his head to look at the woman sitting beside him, narrowing his eyes slightly: "You took a shower, and now you've recovered, have you?"

"Don't, that's not what I said. I'm just relaying what the media in Taiwan is saying. Even though you aren't in Taiwan, your popularity hasn't weakened much."

Xiao Yaxuan, giving him a squeeze, laughed uncontrollably: "Do you know that in Taiwan, a pair of sister hosts confessed to you? When Yanzi was on a show, they publicly stated that as long as they could sleep with you once, the two of them doing it together wouldn't be a problem either.

"Aren't you tempted?

"Friendly reminder, one of them is Shan Cai, the female lead in 'Meteor Garden'. If you can win her over, in a sense, that would mean you've thoroughly surpassed F4 across Asia, right?"

In the 2001 Chinese-language market, two strange phenomena emerged—

Zhou Yi, who had conquered the Japanese and American record markets, and F4, who had sparked a meteor shower craze throughout Southeast Asia.

With the boost from the TV drama 'Meteor Garden', which completely opened up the entire Asian market, F4 could proudly declare to the outside world: Zhou Yi conquered the American and Japanese record markets, while they conquered the entire Asian TV drama market.

Especially after Zhou Yi returned to Asia with honors from the US, in terms of fame across Asia, the only ones who could compare with him were F4, who held 'Meteor Garden'.

If not for Zhou Yi's English singles exploding in sales, Chai Zhiping would have even dared to market that F4 had completely conquered the Asian music market, undefeated across Asia.

"I've heard that Chai Zhiping has sighed with regret countless times, wondering why F4's explosion of popularity had to coincide with your arrival."

Xiao Yaxuan, hooking her arm around Zhou Yi's neck, spoke with a tone of some pride.

The man who suppressed F4 single-handedly had been slept by her, and not just once. Her taste was truly good; no wonder it was her!

You see, when Zhou Yi first arrived in Taiwan in 2000, he was just an unknown nobody. She was the first to spread rumors with him, bringing him into the news and getting his face seen, thus becoming the first person in Zhou Yi's glorious rumor career.

If, after Zhou Yi retires in the future, he reviews his career, the name 'Xiao Yaxuan' is one that absolutely cannot be skipped.

This is what it means to have eyes like torches.

Do you understand the gold content of a matchmaker?

"I have no interest in those two sisters."

Zhou Yi casually closed the magazine, glanced at the wall clock: "It's about time; I should be heading back."

"Fine, then I'll wait for you to write me a song in my dreams, otherwise, be careful I come to Warner to find you." Xiao Yaxuan teased, lazily releasing her hand and swinging her legs crossed.

"If you want to give up the privileges of the number one diva at Virgin to come to Warner as a little sister, I have no objection; Warner's Diva Palace is already full." Zhou Yi, getting up to change clothes, was amused.

"Then I'd better not. I'm very comfortable at Virgin right now. After you achieved such brilliant results, my teacher Yao Qian has also been turning a blind eye to me visiting you occasionally."

Xiao Yaxuan, just doing it for fun, didn't take it seriously. After playing around with Zhou Yi, she didn't care about her mentor Yao Qian's high-pressure, patriarchal management anymore: "Also, don't write my new song too quickly; I want to rest a bit more. Please."

Just like Sun Yanzi, Xiao Yaxuan had now also found a way to balance her teacher Yao Qian's pressure to practice singing and release albums—relying on Zhou Yi.

Regardless of whether there was any under-the-table nonsense, which record company wouldn't want to receive a song from Zhou Yi now?

"Should I wait until I have time in the future, ride a motorcycle down to the lobby of Virgin, and pick you up right in front of your teacher?" Zhou Yi, pondering how Yao Qian would react, flashed a mischievous smile on his face.

In his impression, Xiao Yaxuan at the turn of the millennium, as the only young female singer whose popularity could rival Sun Yanzi's, was similarly a model worker.

Both were entities with seven albums in three years, plus two 'tour' concerts and several single concerts.

It's just that Xiao Yaxuan's physical constitution was clearly stronger than Sun Yanzi's; she had cried and made a scene, but her body never collapsed.

Therefore, after withstanding the pressure, she chose to leave Virgin when her contract expired, while Sun Yanzi, unable to bear the physical strain, temporarily retired from the entertainment industry to rest for a year.

Xiao Yaxuan, lying back on the bed to rest and recover, rolled her eyes at the man upon hearing this: "Pick you up my head; it's getting late, you should hurry back. Remember not to drive; you drank alcohol tonight too."

With the New Year approaching, if Zhou Yi ended up in the news for drunk driving, the spectacle would be huge.

"Who are you looking down on? I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Zhou Yi disdainfully pouted, changed his clothes, and walked out of the suite.

Because the wealthy and powerful Warner had directly booked two entire floors of the hotel for the big shots coming to celebrate today, when Zhou Yi appeared in the hotel corridors, elevators, and even the lobby without any disguise, no one cast any surprised glances.

After making a phone call, a dedicated driver arranged by Warner quickly drove to the hotel entrance and sent the drinking Zhou Yi back to his home in the Imperial Capital.

By the time he arrived home, it was already past 11:40 PM.

Admittedly, he had already taken a shower at Xiao Yaxuan's, but the clothes on his body still smelled strongly of alcohol. Zhou Yi took them all off, threw them into the washing machine, took another shower, and changed into pajamas.

Just as he went to the kitchen, preparing to open the fridge to make himself some hangover soup, he discovered that a small sandalwood box had appeared on the huge dining table at some point, with a note pressed underneath it—

Hmm?

【The hangover soup in the fridge has been cooked for you. If you come back late, just heat it up and drink it yourself. I estimate I'll be asleep for my beauty sleep by then, so don't disturb me, thanks.

Also, happy birthday (smiley face).】

Without needing to guess who left this, Zhou Yi opened the sandalwood box, and a exquisite Guanyin jade pendant immediately came into his view.

Opening the fridge, he saw a soup bowl with its mouth sealed by plastic wrap in the fresh-keeping compartment.

"..."

After his tongue swept over his lips, Zhou Yi took the soup bowl out of the fridge, heated it up, wrapped himself in a sleeping robe, walked to the balcony, and sipped the warm hangover soup in small mouthfuls while blowing the cold wind that could make him clear-headed.

He never allowed himself to get drunk when drinking because he hated the feeling of being drunk.

So he had always had a habit: no matter how late he got home after drinking, he would cook a bowl of hangover soup for himself to prevent waking up the next day with a splitting headache and grogginess.

The next day, Saturday.

Chen Hao, who rarely slept in on weekends, opened her eyes at nearly 10 AM. After washing up and checking the time, she was stunned, not knowing whether she should eat breakfast or wait to solve it with lunch—

Until a phone call from a good friend came through.

"Hello? What's wrong?"

"It's a rare weekend, come out and play, Chen Hao. This time, several fellow townspeople will be coming too."

"Sure, what time? If it's too early and I won't make it, I won't go."

(End of this chapter)