Chapter 620: Sometimes You're Really Quite a Jerk

"Zhou Yi's Wrap-Party Feast: Embraced on Both Sides, Truly Blissful"

"One Ascends, All Rise: Is the Twins Duo Benefiting from A-Sa?"

"A-Jiao Suspected of Shifting Affections to Zhou Yi; Twins Turn on Each Other Over a Man?"

"The Purple Star Law Verified Again; Zhihua and Qin Lan's Miracle Explosion?!"

"Zhou Yi's Scenes Kept Secret; Cheng Long Promises a Surprise for Fans"

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As a top-tier star, countless eyes were secretly watching Zhou Yi day and night.

Early on December 14, news of his film's wrap party had already spread across all of Hong Kong and even the entire nation.

Not to mention the involvement of Jiang Wen in all this.

The incident during the "Lianshan" period where Jiang Wen overstepped his bounds and nearly forced director Ning Hao to quit was so detailed and plausible that most people believed it. After all, quite a few media outlets had reported on the chaos within the "Lianshan" crew back then, and the shadow of Jiang Wen was clearly visible in the music film "In the Name of the Father."

Now, Jiang Wen and Zhou Yi have teamed up again for cameos in "New Police Story," and the crew is strictly keeping their scenes under wraps, claiming it will be a special surprise, making it hard for people not to anticipate it.

Some quick-footed Hong Kong reporters tried to find an insider to dig up dirt, but this time, Yinghuang and Cheng Long acted together on both fronts, intimidating all the "insiders," and no one dared to leak a single word.

"This batch of reporters is useless; when they can't find an insider to expose, they just start writing nonsense."

At A-Sa's house, in the dining room.

Zhou Yi, shirtless, tore the toast Cai Zuoyan had fried into strips, wrapped them with fried eggs and ham, and popped them into his mouth. Looking at the pile of newspapers on the table beside him, he shook his head with a click of his tongue: "It hasn't even been that long, and the standard of Hong Kong reporters has declined severely."

"That's because you really can sue, okay, big shot."

Cai Zuoyan, bringing ketchup and salad dressing out from the kitchen, smiled sweetly. Wearing only Zhou Yi's white shirt, she was somewhat eye-catching as she walked, the sound of her fuzzy slippers tapping on the tiles ringing out: "You still have a huge pile of lawsuits pending against you; those top-tier paparazzi are afraid of you."

"Correction: It's not lawsuits I'm fighting; it's Warner."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Warner."

With an "oh right, right, right" tone, Cai Zuoyan laughed and sat on the man's lap: "Besides me, who else would be foolish enough to believe that? Hmm? Emperor Warner."

"Hard to say."

Bearing her weight, Zhou Yi's hand naturally drifted to her waist and abdomen to steady her body. Noncommittal, he said: "Besides, I'm not an emperor. If I were truly an emperor who spoke and it was done, then what's written in these newspapers would be true."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Disdain filled Cai Zuoyan's brow, yet she spun her body around and straddled his legs, wrapping her arms around the man's neck. The hem of the white shirt suddenly parted due to her movement, and a hint of cunning appeared in her eyes: "But, what if A-Jiao really joins me in making you an emperor?"

"That depends on what title she comes under."

Letting her rub back and forth on his lap, Zhou Yi curled his lips into a mocking smile: "Even emperors fear Jing Ke."

"Tch, who just said they weren't an emperor?"

Cai Zuoyan instantly changed her expression, her eyes looking pitiful and vulnerable: "So you think she's prettier after all."

"Why are you speaking so tea-like? Are you jealous of your teammate?"

"Definitely. Even though I know it's fake, I'm still very unhappy. After all, my public label is 'Hong Kong Sweetheart,' yet they write me off as worthless. Why? I admit she is indeed prettier than me, but I'm not that bad either; many people consider me their dream lover."

"That's true; you really played that role well."

Zhou Yi did not deny this point.

Thanks to the sweet and cute role of Fairy Zilan in last year's TV drama "Journey to the West: Monkey King," which swept across both sides of the strait and Hong Kong and Macau, Cai Zuoyan's signature screen image became even more prominent than her teammate A-Sa's—especially on the mainland.

Because none of the latter's film and TV roles had ever reached this level of impact.

And Zhang Weijian's "Journey to the West: Monkey King" was an absolute smash hit, directly allowing Cai Zuoyan to establish fame on her own in most mainland cities.

For a member of the same duo, this was undoubtedly fatal.

On Bilibili in later years, various video edits comparing sweet girl characters always included Cai Zuoyan's Zilan without fail in every compilation.

If this momentum continued to develop, the dissolution of the Twins was inevitable.

In fact, that is exactly what happened.

Before the Photo Gate scandal broke out, the two had already drifted far apart, and their joint activities had decreased significantly compared to when they first debuted as a bundled pair.

After Photo Gate, A-Sa openly made a clean break, launching her solo career without any impact. Her speed and smooth transition were so impressive that people suspected she and her team had been preparing for a solo debut all along, only using this accident as a convenient push.

"So, do you want to or not?"

"I have no interest in men who are taken. There are so many women in the world; I wouldn't risk my reputation to have people point fingers at my back."

Some people have endless girlfriends but are only teased for having no dormant period; others step on two boats or act as male mistresses and get spat upon—there is a difference between scumbags and scumbags.

If both are single and it's mutual consent, there's nothing to criticize; but interfering and breaking up relationships, he wouldn't be that desperate.

"You have a conscience. Tonight, Fairy Zilan will descend from heaven to personally award you the trophy, okay~"

She curled her thigh, rubbing the inner curve against the already erect part twice. Her giggling appearance made Cai Zuoyan return to that seemingly pure and sweet sweetheart image: "Once you're full, write good songs in the future."

"Then you might be overestimating yourself a bit."

Zhou Yi smiled without showing his teeth: "Your song is actually already finished."

"Ew, really? I don't believe it. What's the song called?"

"Don't Want to Grow Up."

Cai Zuoyan's expression suddenly froze. Memories surged toward her like a breached sea, wave after wave, crashing against her heart and splashing up countless droplets.

Her ten fingers, wrapped around the man's neck, scratched the skin irregularly. A light, ticklish sensation swept over Zhou Yi's entire body, and his eyes held a complex look.

Ring-ring-ring!

In their silent gaze, a sudden, urgent ringing interrupted their eye contact. After glancing at the phone ringing on the living room coffee table, Zhou Yi tilted his head toward her. With a slap of his hand, creating a ripple in that instant, Cai Zuoyan lifted her hips and got off the table.

Zhou Yi stood up and walked toward the living room where the curtains were drawn tight.

"You know, sometimes you're really quite a jerk."

Turning around to sit on a chair, she crossed her snow-white legs and swung her toes lightly. Cai Zuoyan began moving her breakfast around: "That is a very rude behavior."

"Is it? But why do I feel like you're saying one thing but meaning another?"

Glancing at the caller ID, Zhou Yi chuckled with a tease and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"Zhou Yi! I'm famous! I'm really famous!"

On the other end of the phone, Qin Lan's voice was so agitated it even cracked; even without the speaker on, the echo could be heard in the spacious living room.

"Is that so? That's good news. Congratulations." Zhou Yi, unsurprised, offered his blessings: "From now on, you're a star too..."

In the dining room, Cai Zuoyan, glancing at that dog of a man who showed no shame chatting with another woman, pouted and muttered to herself: "This makes him even more of a jerk."

Just as she was looking down on him, suddenly, holding the salad dressing bottle in her hand, she seemed to think of something; her eyes lit up, and a hint of mockery immediately crept across her brow.

One minute later, she stood up and walked in front of Zhou Yi, who was sitting on the living room sofa talking on the phone. The latter instinctively looked up at her, raising an eyebrow—

The buttons on the collar of her white shirt were deliberately misbuttoned by three or four to create a distinct sense of disarray; the wide hem was tied into a knot at one side of her waist;

Her flat lower abdomen was clearly visible; the moment she knelt on the carpet, she flicked her shoulder-length curly hair off her shoulders, a rubber band held between her teeth.

Zhou Yi's tone paused.

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"Congratulations, congratulations, Qin Lan."

"Thanks, Xiao Ming."

"I—"

"Sorry, Xiao Ming, I have a lot of other calls to handle here. I'll hang up first; let's chat later."

In the Imperial Capital, Qin Lan, having hung up on Huang Xiao Ming, beamed with joy as she picked up the call from her eighth aunt—

She was famous.

Most importantly, when she became famous, she became famous in a big way.