Chapter 54 Pimping

Some people added fuel to the fire, while others just wanted to watch the fun. It had already turned from a small kiss into a quarrel between Chen Shuoxing's fans and Li Ji's fans. Even some of Sheng Zhao's fans got involved and tore the two sides apart. It was a breathtaking sight.

As the incident escalated, Li Ji's official account posted a picture of a mosquito bite scar on his leg—"It's not a hickey, it's a mosquito bite. I'm filming a new movie."

A simple clarification slowly calmed down the rumors that were growing more and more intense.

There are a few mosquito bites on the slender calves in the photo, which are very similar to the screenshot of that frame.

After all, the "kiss mark" in the show only lasted for one second and was not clear. If it was a mosquito bite, it was just a mosquito bite.

Maybe this result is not so beautiful, and the comments below are all disappointed——

"So, do you have any relationship with Mr. S? You're not a mistress, right, Xiao Li?"

"Of course not, it's that green tea guy who's throwing dirty water on Xiao Li."

'This is so disgusting. I really hate green tea guys.'

"It's not a hickey, it's a mosquito bite~ It's hilarious, only fans would believe it, who would believe it?"

"Oh my god, Xiao Li's legs are so long and white, I love them so much."

"Netizens these days are really sick. They can fabricate rumors and make nonsense based on a picture. It's such a blunder."

…

Although there is still divisive public opinion, it can be controlled.

In order to take that picture, Li Ji even got bitten by mosquitoes twice, which made his calves itchy and painful.

Sheng Zhao lowered his head, rubbing the floral water on his legs with his fingertips. His long, slender, white legs were placed on her legs, and his slender, white fingers were as cold as jade as he gently applied the medicine.

"hiss--"

Li Ji tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and he endured the shivering feeling.

"Is it itchy?" Sheng Zhao asked, but he didn't stop applying the medicine with his fingertips.

The cool ointment mixed with the softness of his fingertips made Li Ji tremble slightly.

He pursed his lips, suppressed the sob in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's so itchy about this?"

"...Why are you being so stubborn?" Sheng Zhao muttered in a clear voice.

His legs were long and white, and his ankles seemed like they could be wrapped around with one hand. The lines were smooth and beautiful, like those of a jade bamboo.

Li Ji breathed a sigh of relief. The coolness of the area where the medicine was applied relieved the pain and itching. He stood up again and retracted his legs as if to hide his blushing face.

"After filming the variety show, there's a movie about youth pain and school violence, and you're the male lead."

Li Ji paused. Sheng Zhao's tone was gentle and calm, but it was not a question or discussion at all, but a firm order.

“…I said I won’t take this topic.”

Li Ji had a blank expression on his face, frowned slightly, and spoke coldly.

"Why?"

Sheng Zhao seemed a little puzzled, but there was no doubt in her eyes, just a hint of gloomy indifference. She moved closer to Li Ji, their noses touching, their breaths intertwined.

"Chen Shuoxing won't be participating in the next variety show. His performance in 'Time Travel' won the International Best Actor Award and is already being shown abroad. He's completely... not on the same level as the others."

She spoke calmly, but Li Ji's expression became more and more indifferent. The surging emotion in his chest almost overwhelmed him. He gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, saying nothing.

"You clearly promised me you'd be at the top, so why didn't you go for it? You also clearly knew that this topic was the best fit for your character and the most likely to go viral."

Sheng Zhao looked at him and asked.

"So..." Li Ji's voice was hoarse and trembling. He glanced at her slightly, his breathing became disordered, and he choked with soreness, "You are more satisfied with Chen Shuoxing, right?"

His voice was choked and suppressed to the extreme, and his eyes, which were always cold and lazy, were only filled with stubborn brokenness, concealing his helplessness and sadness.

"If you are... more satisfied with him, and like him more, why do you come to me?"

"He won the International Best Actor Award. In your eyes, I am worthless, right?"

His stubbornness seemed unable to support the sobs in his words, so that they became more and more trembling, and even the ending of his voice was tinged with sobs.

"I won't answer."

Li Ji took a deep breath and suppressed the bitterness in his eyes.

“…I won’t take this topic.”

Sheng Zhao's expression didn't change much, but it seemed as if it was freezing cold. He had lost his usual clear and gentle expression, and instead seemed to be in a deep abyss, without any emotional waves.

"Why?"

She still asked.

Sheng Zhao hated his rejection, hated the fact that he showed her all his thorns for the first time, and hated the fact that he would still bare his fangs at her despite being gentle.

Not well behaved.

"...You never feel sorry for me, do you?!"

Li Ji suddenly raised his voice and yelled. As the words fell, tears began to fall, dripping down his smooth face.

The man's face was expressionless, but tears kept flowing down, his breathing was choked, the corners of his eyes were red, moist and hazy, but his lips were stubbornly pursed, refusing to reveal any more emotion.

Her jet-black hair was disheveled, and there was a trace of tears on the tip of her nose.

Then it fell.

With a broken beauty.

Li Ji looked at her deeply, turned around and left, leaving Sheng Zhao alone standing there in a daze.

She frowned slightly, as if she couldn't understand why he cried silently and yet made her feel uneasy.

...Maybe he was just too disobedient.

Sheng Zhao has always hated disobedient people.

——————

Duan Ming and Sheng Zhao usually have a fixed place for entertainment. The people who come are dignitaries and celebrities, and the place is very confidential.

Duan Ming has work, so he will come later.

Sheng Zhaoze was drinking juice alone with his eyes lowered.

In fact, Sheng Zhao also felt that his physique was too pitiful as he could only drink juice to pass the time when a woman was frustrated in life.

Well, Sheng Zhao has had a smooth life and doesn't understand what frustration in life is. He is just feeling upset and wants to have fun.

The male model on the stage threw a wink at Sheng Zhao, but Sheng Zhao paused and compared this wink with the one Li Ji had thrown at him before.

It was too clichéd, gaudy and flattering, unlike Li Ji's wink at that time, which was just full of teasing and interest.

"...Mr. Sheng?"

A low and hoarse voice sounded, seeming to be testing with some doubt.

President Sheng paused and turned around, looking up to see He Ciyuan's face.

He was wearing a dress that slightly exposed his chest, outlining his slender waist, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and holding a glass of wine in his hand.

His well-styled semi-long hair had obviously been well-groomed, with a few strands hanging in front of him. There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and every frown and smile was the temptation of a mature man.

As if he could see the doubt in Sheng Zhao's eyes, He Ciyuan pursed his lips slightly and said, "I'm... the producer of the new play. I'm here to keep you company for drinks."

It's not glamorous to say, the male stars in the entertainment industry are replaced very quickly. At the age of 30, he has no competitiveness with the fresh little boys, so he has to accompany his own drinks.

But he answered frankly, hiding his shame and being calm.

He is not the kind of person who wants to be a saint even though he is a mistress.

"Then have a drink with me." Sheng Zhao tilted his head slightly and pointed to the seat next to him.

"..." He Ciyuan seemed stunned for a moment, with a complicated expression, not knowing whether he was happy or worried. After a pause, he sat down.

"Is Mr. Sheng in a bad mood?"

He asked softly, leaning forward slightly, revealing his well-trained sexy chest and beautiful scenery.

The grooves of the abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen, the fragrance on the body is also charming and seductive, and the messy hair slides down with the movements, with a casual sexiness.

"Maybe he was in a bad mood." Sheng Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I was rejected."

She added, "I hate people who reject me and don't follow my ideas."

“…How overbearing.”

He Ciyuan seemed helpless and sighed.

“Do you consider others when you express your thoughts?”

"Won't."

Mr. Sheng answered quickly and calmly.

He Ciyuan chuckled as if he had expected this, and sighed slightly, "I really envy Mr. Sheng for having such capital."

His voice was low, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, "But it's different for men."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Ciyuan's agent came over. He didn't see Sheng Zhao and shouted at He Ciyuan, "What took you so long?! Mr. Wang is still waiting for you?!"

He Ciyuan paused, his heart tightening. He ruffled his hair and pretended to be nonchalant, "I know, I know. I'll be back right away."

When the agent saw him like this, he instantly became furious.

"What do you know? You just became a little famous and you're already acting like a big shot in front of Mr. Wang? Why did you hide when she touched you just now? Aren't you dressed like that just for her to touch? Do you have any sense of being a prostitute? You're such a hopeless case. Tonight is your last chance. If you can't get her into bed, you can only dream about your new role!"

...What harsh words.

He Ciyuan's expression instantly stiffened.

Actually, he just saw Sheng Zhao here and wanted to pretend to be calm and not so despicable and self-degrading. He also wanted his agent to save him some face and at least stop talking endlessly in front of Sheng Zhao.

But the agent didn't realize it at all and spoke frankly as usual.

...He has actually gotten used to it over the years and has heard worse words than this.

Aren't the male celebrities at the bottom of the entertainment industry just prostitutes? Why are you pretending to be so noble? Are you still unwilling to accompany me?

If you were a little flirty, you would have been overwhelmed with roles. What's wrong with her touching your butt?

You are such a useless piece of crap. You can't even seduce a little girl. It's really a waste of my time teaching you.

…

But in front of Sheng Zhao, whom she had a crush on, her eyes involuntarily turned red.

But he just clenched his hands, took a deep breath, and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"……I see."

"What did you know?" a woman's light voice sounded.

The agent was stunned and looked at Sheng Zhao next to him.

Looking closely, she seemed familiar, but he couldn't see clearly in the dim light. He Ciyuan's grievances poured out with her voice, and his eyes became completely sore.

"Sit here, don't go in, let her out."

Sheng Zhao raised his head slightly, looked at his agent coldly, but said this to He Ciyuan.

"Mr. Sheng?"

The agent seemed a little incredulous. He had never expected Sheng Zhao to be here. He stammered for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Isn't Sheng's salary enough? Why is he working as a pimp here? Sheng's resources are distributed according to rank, so he shouldn't be without resources. Who has taken up his resources?"

Sheng Zhao spoke in a cold voice.

"This, this...is not...Mr. Sheng...I..."

The agent stammered and couldn't say anything.

He sold the resources to other stars. Mr. Wang fell in love with He Ciyuan after watching the show and asked him to come out to accompany him drinking and keep him as his mistress for a few years. He would definitely get all the benefits.

And it seems that it was this agent who deliberately did not tell He Ciyuan the time of filming in order to make him look bad for the effect of the show.

Sheng Zhao was at ease, looking at him with a half-smile.

It seemed that He Ciyuan had been out for too long and there was no news from his agent. Mr. Wang got up drunkenly and walked out of the box while cursing.

She really loved He Ciyuan's face and figure, but she didn't know how to make him ecstasy in bed.

After leaving the box, he saw He Ciyuan at a glance, and he kept saying dirty things, "Handsome man, why don't you go back? Come sit in my arms. The way you are dressed really makes me crazy..."

She was not honest with her hands and reached out to touch He Ciyuan's butt.

“Hmm—”

Before he could touch it, he was kicked away. Amidst the pain, he heard a woman's cold voice.

"Okay, so you think Sheng's is a brothel, right?"

She showed no mercy and stepped on Mr. Wang's dirty hand, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh! You bitch, how dare you step on me! I'll kill you!"

Mr. Wang got up panting and tried to pounce on Sheng Zhao.

But Sheng Zhao was young and strong, and he knocked Mr. Wang to the ground with an elbow. His face became even gloomier, as if he was in a bad mood, and his attack was particularly heavy.

He Ciyuan was stunned for a moment, looking at the chaotic situation at a loss. The staff around him began to persuade them to stop fighting. President Wang brought a lot of bodyguards with him. When something happened, the bodyguards rushed out and started to rush towards Sheng Zhao under President Wang's scolding.

It even escalated into a fight. Mr. Wang was panting and wanted to hit her with a chair. The hall was filled with shouting and screaming.

"Catch this bastard! If she dares, hit me! Do you know who I am? Beat her to death!"

When Duan Ming finished his work and arrived at the place, the whole hall was already in chaos.

She stared in a daze at Sheng Zhao, who was surrounded by several black-clad bodyguards in the hall.

Sheng Zhao stood over the knocked-down bodyguards, wiping the blood from his nose and face with an expressionless face.

Her eyes were deep and dark, without any emotion, like the deepest pool of water, extremely calm.

Then, the moment she saw Duan Ming, she suddenly smiled, her eyes curved, her lips red, her teeth white, and her fangs pointed.

"Duan Ming, I'm here!"

Duan Ming:?

As if completely oblivious to the bodyguard lying on the ground and the pig-like wailing, Sheng Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself, "I feel much better. What are we going to eat later?"

Duan Ming: ...?