Chapter 487: We'll Just Live Together

One is an absolute superstar who stirred up trouble abroad and just shattered the history of Asian pop music;

The other is a small-screen topic queen who just reached the peak of top-tier fame domestically, soaring straight up thanks to a single TV drama.

Beside them, a crowd of rumored partners led by Sun Yanzi watched with predatory intent.

With such heat, an explosion was inevitable.

Especially since the news of Zhou Yi's secret return to the country hadn't reached a single major media outlet with confirmation, why was Cheng Hao able to appear at the airport right on time?

The only possibility was that Zhou Yi had told her?

It could be said that the photo posted by "Star Bigstar" directly stone-hammered the "good relationship" between Zhou Yi and Cheng Hao.

"He didn't just send a message to Cheng Hao, did he?"

"Hard to say, but at least Wan Ren Mi was the only one who went to pick him up."

"Do these two live together? Holy crap, is Wan Ren Mi that awesome? Zhou Yi is a solid diamond bachelor, earning over a hundred million a year, and that's in US dollars!"

"No wonder he quit the industry and stopped acting; if I met someone that rich, I could accept being screwed..."

"Day 366 of envying Zhou Yi..."

"..."

"Star Bigstar," which became famous overnight because of these airport photos, saw its reputation soar within the Chinese internet sphere; in the photos, the scene of Zhou Yi, who made no attempt at disguise upon disembarking, meeting Cheng Hao who was there to pick him up, was captured with crystal clarity—

One showed an assistant still helping Zhou Yi carry his luggage, while the other showed Cheng Hao smiling as she handed Zhou Yi a water cup.

Many people, wavering between belief and disbelief, began checking newsstands to see if this gossip magazine had arrived, while those in the know were already anticipating whether the next physical issue of the gossip magazine would feature more photos of Zhou Yi and Cheng Hao.

Photos like this, posted online first, were one hundred percent uploaded by "Star Bigstar" to attract eyeballs and guarantee exclusivity and timeliness; they absolutely did not believe the paparazzi had only managed to snap these two photos.

The entertainment industry stars never expected Zhou Yi to explode the entire online public opinion immediately upon his return; even Warner, which hadn't expected this to be caught by paparazzi, had no choice but to update its official website with an announcement stating that Zhou Yi and his team had returned to the country and had passed pathogen testing confirming no one in the team was infected with SARS.

"Yes, yes, yes, he's back.

"Don't mention it; I forced myself to stay up until now to adjust to the time difference, and I don't even know if I can hold out without sleeping today during the day..."

Zhou Yi, having returned home and taken a shower, yawned, dragged his somewhat weary body, took a sip of black coffee to perk himself up, and answered various incoming calls: "Online? I don't have the mind for it right now, I'm dying of sleepiness.

"Anyway, the company will hold a celebration for me in a couple of days; if there are issues, we can discuss them then."

As the only singer under their banner who had truly broken history, Warner certainly wouldn't act in a way inconsistent with their current style of being wealthy and bold by not throwing a grand celebration domestically.

After taking turns talking on the phone and sending text messages with friends, Zhou Yi, glancing at the time, felt his stomach already growling with hunger, and just then received a call from Cheng Hao— "Zhou Yi, come down for a meal; breakfast is ready. If you want to sleep, go to sleep after eating breakfast."

"You're up this early?" Zhou Yi, glancing at the time, was somewhat surprised.

"The company has some documents I still need to review; in your words, working from home."

"Alright."

Zhou Yi, who had originally planned to simply solve the matter quickly and be done with it, still yawned and went downstairs in his pajamas. However, the moment he pushed open the front door of Cheng Hao's house, the first thing to catch his eye was not Cheng Hao busy in the kitchen, but Sun Yanzi devouring food at the dining table—

Sun Yanzi, who was struggling with an eggshell, instinctively turned her head upon hearing the sound; seeing the newcomer, a brilliant smile instantly spread across her face: "Yo, isn't this our pop superstar? Why do you look so haggard after not seeing each other for over two months?"

With that familiar tone, Zhou Yi chuckled lightly, walked to the dining room, and pulled out a chair: "If you didn't sleep for a day and a night, you'd be haggard too."

"Yes, yes, yes, hard work."

Sun Yanzi, whose smile on her face never faded after seeing Zhou Yi, rose from her chair, bent down, extended her hand, placed the peeled egg on the dish in front of the man, and curved her eyebrows: "Here, eat an egg to replenish yourself; according to the vegetable-selling auntie at the market, these are eggs from free-range chickens raised at home."

"..." You didn't poison it?" Zhou Yi poked at it twice with his chopsticks, teasing.

Sun Yanzi, who had just been smiling, bared her teeth: "I did; eat it and die, that's all."

"Why are you here? Can't you make your own breakfast?"

"I can't."

In front of the great chef Cheng Hao, Sun Yanzi responded with righteous confidence: "Isn't it just that we're both stuck at home with nothing to do? I came to help Cheng Hao buy groceries and assist in the kitchen, just to get a meal; what's the problem?

"I'm not eating for free, okay? These eggs you're talking about are fresh eggs I bought from the market a week ago."

She still understood the principle that one harvests what one sows.

"You went to buy groceries?" Zhou Yi, chewing a mouthful of egg, paused for a moment.

"I know what you're going to say, but I can only say it's a pity; the uncles and aunties at this market don't know me."

Sun Yanzi, sitting cross-legged on the chair and stretching lazily, was very content: "I've been buying things for a long time; the aunties at the market are familiar with me."

Her fame was skewed towards killing it in the student and youth markets.

Middle-aged and elderly people were busy with work and life, having no time to chase after a celebrity like her. Even if someone vaguely recognized her a little, they had no impression of the name Sun Yanzi; it was purely because they felt they had seen this face on the Spring Festival Gala—

One of the two women who sang "Dad and Mom," she must be a celebrity.

And the current vegetable market was exactly dominated by middle-aged and elderly people rushing through life. Because of SARS, stall owners, who had to come out to buy groceries to make a living, didn't dare let their children come to help watch the business, so she naturally wouldn't encounter her old fans.

Just as she was speaking, Sun Yanzi glanced at the clock and the next second jumped straight down from the chair— "Holy crap, I'm going to be late, I won't talk to you now, we'll chat when I get back this afternoon!"

"?"

"She's preparing a new album; this week her teacher has been forcibly dragging her to the company to select songs." Cheng Hao, bringing dishes out from the kitchen, smiled and helped explain as he watched the energetic Sun Yanzi rush away in a hurry.

Sun Yanzi, who had finished breakfast long ago, had stubbornly waited until Zhou Yi came down, met him, and then immediately flew to the company; even while taking the elevator down, she received many text message greetings from people, mostly asking about Zhou Yi.

Still unaware of what was happening outside, Sun Yanzi got into the car driven by her driver and headed straight for the Warner building, where she encountered a swarm of reporters rushing at the main entrance—

"Yanzi! Yanzi, may I ask if you know about Zhou Yi and Cheng Hao living together?!"

"Yanzi, may I ask if you and Zhou Yi have broken up?"

"Yanzi, may I ask if you and Zhou Yi..."

Even with bodyguards blocking them, this scene of passionate crowds left Sun Yanzi, who had been idle for two months, completely baffled.

What's going on?

What happened?

I haven't even selected songs for my album yet; why is everyone camping out at the company entrance waiting for me?

"Yanzi, Yanzi, around midnight last night, someone photographed Cheng Hao, the actor who plays Wan Ren Mi in "Pink Ladies," picking up and dropping off Zhou Yi at the airport; may I ask if you know about this?"

Finally, a reporter who had struggled to extend his hand, pushing the microphone in front of Sun Yanzi, spoke excitedly.

"I know."

Sun Yanzi, looking somewhat bewildered and unsure what they were talking about, blinked and replied, "Isn't it normal for Cheng Hao to pick him up? It's late at night; if not him, would it be me?"

The reporters: "?"

Wait, what did you say?

"I don't have a mainland driver's license."

"..."

What the hell about no license—oh, she's from Singapore...

Hmm? Wait a second.

No, it's either her picking him up or you?

"You mean you live very close to Zhou Yi and Cheng Hao right now?"

"Of course, we live together."

Sun Yanzi grinned, smiling with extra joy: "Just upstairs and downstairs."

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(End of this chapter)