Chapter 91: It Was Me First

“If you want to look, I don’t mind unbuttoning it so you can stare all you want.”

Noticing Sun Yanzi’s gaze, Zhou Yi put down his phone and teased her: “But it comes at a price.”

“Then I’d rather go look at male models—they’ve got something worth seeing.”

Meeting Zhou Yi’s eyes, Sun Yanzi pursed her lips without reply, shrugged, and countered the fleeting moment her gaze had betrayed her.

Though she said that, she had to admit: the bastard had a decent physique—quite pleasing to the eye.

He just doesn’t work hard enough.

If his schedule were as packed as hers, arranged by the company, where would he find time to work out?

Thinking of this, Sun Yanzi puffed out her cheeks, deeply dissatisfied with the Taiwan side.

If Zhou Yi weren’t banned, how could he be so relaxed?

He’d be running all over the place promoting like I am.

“Alright, since you’ve seen the melody and lyrics, is your curiosity satisfied? Then I’m leaving.”

Checking the time, Zhou Yi saw the hands were already late—he should return to his room. He slapped his thighs and rose from the sofa.

If Sun Yanzi hadn’t been desperate to know what song he wrote for *Peak Moment 2*, he wouldn’t have brought the sheet music to her room so late at night.

“Hehe.”

Her curiosity satisfied, Sun Yanzi grinned widely, handing back the sheet music: “Alright, since you satisfied my curiosity, let me treat you to late-night snacks.”

Zhou Yi, who had just stood up, sat right back down: “Why didn’t you say so sooner? I barely ate anything tonight.”

Coca-Cola’s signing ceremony was grand, the banquet luxurious, but he was too busy to even take a few bites.

Watching him rub his stomach and complain about Hong Kong’s underwhelming dinners, Sun Yanzi couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Soon, Sun Yanzi’s assistant walked in with the purchased late-night barbecue. She greeted Zhou Yi with a perfectly neutral expression, set down the food, and left.

Zhou Yi, who had originally planned to grab something to eat himself, didn’t hesitate—he grabbed the food: “Considering this late-night snack, I’ll overlook your earlier perversion.”

Sun Yanzi burst out laughing: “Don’t flatter yourself.”

She picked only a few skewers, and Zhou Yi, mid-bite, paused: “You’re only eating that much?”

“Obviously. I’m not like you—I already ate dinner.”

Leaning back on the sofa, Sun Yanzi bit into a skewer, speaking through a mouthful: “If I hadn’t seen you barely ate tonight, I wouldn’t have ordered this—would’ve just made me gain weight.”

“….”

Zhou Yi froze, then looked down at his fried rice, idly stirred it with his chopsticks, and smiled sincerely: “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Sun Yanzi made no effort to hide her ulterior motive: “Eat too many late-night snacks and you’ll get fat—then all your fans will flock to me.”

“I think you’re mistaken. My physique fans won’t be interested in you.”

—?!

“...Cough! Fuck! I’m still young, you get it? I’m 22, twenty-two, you know?” Sun Yanzi, trying to reason, switched rapidly between Chinese and English, coughing repeatedly to defend herself.

Even though last Christmas her wish was for bigger breasts.

Zhou Yi burst into loud laughter, only to be chased around the room by an enraged Sun Yanzi.

“Hey?! I’m telling you, this is illegal—you’re illegally detaining a Chinese citizen! If you take it too far, this could spark a diplomatic incident!”

“What? No, no, no—this is a private corporate dispute within a multinational. It doesn’t fall under criminal jurisdiction.”

Facing Zhou Yi’s twisted logic as a Peking University law student, Sun Yanzi, a business genius from Nanyang Technological University, pulled out her own university-honed expertise…

The next day.

When Qian Jiang came to discuss the exact shooting schedule for Coca-Cola’s commercial, the first thing he saw was Zhou Yi yawning endlessly.

“Did you go rob someone last night?”

Seeing the man’s state, Qian Jiang’s expression turned odd: “Wait, didn’t Xiao Yaxuan and Fan Bingbin get whisked away by their agents right after the event?”

“Who did you hook up with this time? Cai Zhuoyan from Emperor Entertainment? Or Zhang Shaohan from Fuhua?”

“Don’t eat just anything, and don’t say just anything—I’m completely clean with them.”

Yawning, Zhou Yi stepped aside and trudged toward the bathroom to freshen up: “I didn’t eat enough last night, so I had late-night barbecue with Sun Yanzi and we chatted a bit.”

“I didn’t even know—did Chen Zeshan schedule too many appearances for her? Is he insane?”

Hearing the name “Chen Zeshan,” Qian Jiang closed the door, placed breakfast and the newspaper on the living room coffee table, and sneered: “Chen Zeshan’s always been like this. Sun Yanzi’s a rich girl who’s never endured this kind of grind—complaining’s normal. Get used to it. What else can you expect when you’re popular?”

“If you weren’t banned in Taiwan and didn’t lack a ton of promotional appearances, you wouldn’t be this relaxed now.”

After a quick wash, Zhou Yi returned to the living room, sat down, ate breakfast, and read Hong Kong’s newspaper.

To his surprise, the “rivalry” between him and Xie Tingfeng was no longer the top headline.

Jackie Chan and his *Peak Moment 2* crew had stolen the spotlight, dominating speculation and gossip—

A gang had extorted protection money from the *Peak Moment 2* crew shooting in Hong Kong.

This forced the crew to halt their shooting, which is why Jackie Chan had time to bring his co-star Chris Tucker to Zhou Yi’s signing ceremony.

“Five hundred thousand in protection money? What gang? Is their appetite too small? Five hundred thousand HKD won’t even cover a toothpick!”

Seeing the headline’s bold text—“Crew Has Reported to Police”—Zhou Yi, eating breakfast, didn’t understand: “This is an American-distributed movie—shouldn’t they have asked for five hundred thousand U.S. dollars?”

Qian Jiang stared at him like he’d seen a ghost.

Zhou Yi, unaware of any flaw in his logic, frowned: “What? Did I say something wrong? Tell me—would you pick five hundred thousand HKD or five hundred thousand USD in this world?”

“They’re robbing Jackie Chan—and their appetite’s too small, and their method’s too crude.”

“If it were me, I’d have dozens of ways to get away clean.”

After briefly flipping through the related news, Zhou Yi clearly looked down on it.

Qian Jiang: “...”

Actually… that made a little sense. Five hundred thousand HKD might be too little for someone like Jackie Chan?

Huh?

No.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Realizing his thoughts had been led astray, Qian Jiang snapped back, slapping his forehead: “I didn’t come here to talk about gangs! Coca-Cola set the commercial shoot for April 2nd.”

“This month, you need to record the ad song ‘Sad People Don’t Listen to Slow Songs’ and the song for Jackie Chan’s *Peak Moment 2*.”

“Also, your MV female lead schedules are all booked—after the Coca-Cola commercial, you can start filming the rest of the MVs…”

Listening to his agent’s list, Zhou Yi quickly allocated time weights for each task in his mind.

“Oh, by the way, one more thing—the *Pink Lady* crew asked if you’re interested in a cameo role?”

“?”

Zhou Yi slowly raised a questioning eyebrow: “You’re kidding me? Me acting? I can barely play myself in MVs—I barely manage MVs, let alone a TV drama?”

Qian Jiang didn’t mind his nonsense: “They probably just want to ride your fame. If you don’t want to, I’ll decline.”

“Wait—cameo? I’m too lazy for that. But visiting the set? That’s fine.”

“Visit whose set? Chen Hao?”

Zhou Yi rolled his eyes: “Obviously. You think I’d visit Liu Ruo?”

It had been a long time since he’d seen Chen Hao—he’d meet her and chat about selling off some of her stocks.

Time-wise, Maotai’s IPO is a few months away—time to start buying.

“Alright, I’ll arrange it for you.”

Qian Jiang nodded.

Soon, the news that the popular Zhou Yi was visiting the *Pink Lady* set spread widely. Fan Bingbin, back on the *Young Bao Qingtian 2* set after taking leave, looked at the newspaper and frowned.

PS: Heh, a bit late, but no big deal~

(End of Chapter)