Chapter 403: The Chaebol Family's Youngest Daughter (1)

"International Superstar Zhou Yi Shines in Seoul!"

"Old Habits Die Hard: Heavenly King Zhou Yi Selects Concubines in Korea!"

"Zhou Yi: I'm Not Targeting Anyone Specifically, I'm Just Saying the European and American Music Scenes Are Trash Too."

"Train to Busan: Accompanied by Models Until Dawn."

"..."

These were the newspapers lying on Li Tian Fuzhen's desk, each with different dates and eye-catching headlines; Li Yinxin, who had received the invitation, clicked her tongue in amazement after reading them.

Ever since Zhou Yi arrived in South Korea on December 7th, up until the 12th, virtually every major entertainment newspaper and media outlet in the country seemed to have found the code to wealth, reporting today that he was throwing a party in Seoul, tomorrow that he was holding hands in the suburbs, and the day after that reveling in a nightclub.

The main theme was simply: the body is iron, the kidneys are steel, and one goes hungry if a day passes without sex.

Where had the Korean fan circles, which always strictly guarded against idol romances, ever seen such a spectacle; while the haters cursed him daily for being shameless and hyping himself up, they also unknowingly spent more energy tracking Zhou Yi's every move in Korea.

They even knew everything related to Zhou Yi better than his own fans did.

After all these maneuvers, Zhou Yi's popularity and discussion volume in Korea had actually made significant progress compared to the day he landed on the 7th—even his image became three-dimensional amidst the battle between fans and haters.

Born in a small place, he got into a good university through his own efforts, used his talent to defy heaven and change his fate, slashing his way through Asia and charging toward the international stage.

Gegei is truly inspiring!

The number of haters was increasing, and the number of fans was increasing too; both sides kept fighting on internet territories like Yahoo, which in a way provided Zhou Yi with continuous heat.

Many industry insiders in Korea watched with envy, and some even specifically collected various arrogant quotes he had spoken in Korea, compiling them into booklets to study privately—

Only to discover tragically: Damn it, this stuff can't be learned...

Zhou Yi could act arrogant because he grew up in the relaxed environment of China; had it been Korea, given Zhou Yi's personality, he most likely wouldn't have even had a chance to debut—or would have been suppressed after debuting.

Not to mention anything else, just Korea's harsh, almost perverted senior-junior hierarchy would suffocate any artist attempting such individuality; Zhou Yi's several operations of publicly hanging seniors out to dry would have been impossible in Korea.

And Li Yinxin's previous understanding of Zhou Yi also came from this increasingly loud battle between fans and haters.

Before December, her impression of Zhou Yi was limited to his most superficial label—a Chinese male singer who sang quite well.

Looking at it now, this man indeed had some skills, at least his brain wasn't bad.

As a member of the Samsung family, Li Yinxin, who had been pampered since childhood, had encountered quite a few second-generation chaebol heirs, rich second-generations, official second-generations, and even descendants of various celebrities.

Having seen so many of such people, the sudden appearance of someone who truly started from scratch made him seem as rare as a giant panda in Li Yinxin's eyes.

"What? Are you interested in him?"

Li Tian Fuzhen, who was reviewing documents, looked at her sister who hadn't left yet and was flipping through the newspapers with interest; frowning slightly, she spoke.

"Just average; it's a few of my sisters who are somewhat interested in him, saying they appreciate him quite a bit."

Li Yinxin chuckled lightly, refolding the newspaper in her hand: "If this resume of his isn't fabricated, then he's indeed decent."

"Associate less with those types of people."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, Sister."

Casually stuffing the invitation into her bag, Li Yinxin stood up from the sofa indifferently: "Then I'll be off first; I won't disturb you."

"..."

Li Tian Fuzhen watched Li Yinxin leave, her tightly furrowed brows never relaxing.

Her sister's attitude toward the family and toward her was becoming increasingly indifferent; she could feel it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but rub her temples, silently sighing in her heart.

All she hoped now was that her sister, who had gone wild playing car racing, wouldn't do anything impolite to Zhou Yi together with that group of fair-weather friends—even if something did happen, at least it couldn't occur within the Shilla Hotel area under her jurisdiction, as that would likely have a certain degree of impact on her reputation and image.

On the 15th, at the gala dinner hosted by South Korea's KBS television station.

As one of South Korea's three major television networks, countless artists came to show their support, and as a special guest, Zhou Yi had ample face, with the red carpet cleared exclusively for him for ten full minutes.

This was treatment that female stars skilled at competing on the red carpet, such as Kim Hee-sun, Song Hye-kyo, Lee Jung-hyun, and Li Xiaoli, had never received.

"Zhou Yi, what are your thoughts on the possibility of being nominated for a Grammy Award?"

"Zhou Yi, in order to defeat Lee Jung-hyun, did Uhm Jung-hwa really stay with you yesterday?"

"Zhou Yi..."

Having been so busy these past few days that his feet barely touched the ground, Zhou Yi finally finished his last event today; upon arriving at the scene, he constantly waved to fans on both sides of the red carpet, while dealing with the reporters' bizarre questions by bluffing them all away with the three-no principle: "Not clear, don't know, don't understand."

The non-stop work schedule had temporarily made him lose the mood to joke with these reporters; all he wanted now was to finish this banquet itinerary as soon as possible, then return to the hotel to rest and recuperate for two days.

The Korean translator specially assigned by Warner followed Zhou Yi closely, entering the venue along with him.

"Senior!"

"Mr. Zhou!"

"Senior Zhou Yi!"

Almost the moment he stepped into the banquet hall, some of the Korean artists closest to him stood up one after another, hurriedly greeting him—

Including both men and women, their attitudes were extremely respectful.

Lee Soo-man of SM Entertainment was even the first to bring his company's currently popular singers over to greet Zhou Yi—he still hoped to buy more song cover rights from Zhou Yi's hands, and that dog company DSP was chasing too tightly now, putting him under great pressure.

"Mr. Zhou, this is BoA."

On such an occasion, Lee Soo-man did not bring his company's popular girl group S. E. S., but instead brought only the singer BoA; the hidden meaning behind this was obvious.

Born in '86, the female singer BoA did not yet possess her future aura at this time, and facing Zhou Yi, her face showed quite a bit of excitement: "Hello, Senior Zhou Yi."

Having debuted in August 2000 and released her first personal album, whether in terms of debut time or age, calling Zhou Yi "senior" was perfectly steady and secure.

However, just as Zhou Yi and Lee Soo-man were holding champagne and chatting happily about this and that, a series of suppressed gasps suddenly rang out from the scene—

"Samsung people are actually attending this event? Why didn't we hear any wind of this before?"

Feeling puzzled, Zhou Yi turned his head following the sound, and several beautiful figures entering the venue immediately came into his sight—

The woman standing in the middle, dressed in a brown women's suit, was the source of many people's surprise: Li Yinxin, the youngest daughter of the Samsung patriarch.

Her black curly hair falling to her shoulders trembled with her steps, and the necklace around her neck accentuated the snow-whiteness of her skin.

To speak conscientiously, this little Princess's looks couldn't exactly be called stunning; there were still quite a few female celebrities in the venue more beautiful than her, but what was most unique about her was that unparalleled aura possessed by no one else in the entire hall—

With her head held high, an aura of nobility visible to the naked eye made her stand out in a crowd, drawing all eyes to her and even dimming the luster of the few ladies who followed at her side.

Plastic sisters?

Zhou Yi glanced over, guessing with interest in his heart.

As if noticing someone watching her, Li Yinxin, amidst the socializing, turned her head and lifted her gaze; as her eyes met the man's in mid-air, she slightly raised the champagne in her hand as a greeting.

Zhou Yi raised his glass in return.

And that single gesture alone caused the three friends who had entered the banquet hall with her to fix their gaze upon him.

For a moment, Zhou Yi felt as though he were being stared at.

Hmm?

Soon, he knew why he had that feeling.

With the introduction of the KBS executives, the other three women besides Li Yinxin approached Zhou Yi and initiated conversation; their playful demeanor made him smell a hint of familiarity, and the faint, barely perceptible physical contact made Zhou Yi raise an eyebrow imperceptibly.

Only Li Yinxin, this little Samsung Princess, maintained a distant smile toward everyone from beginning to end, even toward Zhou Yi.

"Zhou Yi."

"Li Yinxin."

As their gazes met face-to-face, Zhou Yi extended his hand and introduced himself.

(End of this chapter)