Chapter 20 Premeditated Revenge "You really jumped off the roof for Yan Quan?...
As Yan Quan slept soundly, of course he had no idea:
#YanHaiWang, did you catch anyone today?
#Who did Yan Quan choose for his first date?
Do you think Yan Quan is a meal replacement for XX?
#My values are swayed by my looks; I'm totally smitten with Yan Quan.
Topics like these have seen their popularity soar, and they've been trending on Weibo for several days now.
With her controversial actions and a reputation for causing trouble, Yan Quan has become the key to attracting attention on the show "Love Signal 2".
Seeing the show's promising trend and recognizing it as a sure-fire way to make money, many investors rushed to add advertising sponsorships midway through the program.
"A project that's been getting a bit of buzz in our circle lately... looks familiar, right? Isn't that your ex-boyfriend?"
In the capital's most upscale private club, the executive vice president of ZM Entertainment swirled his wine glass, chuckling nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
"Damn, your relationship back then was so passionate! The legend of you two is still circulating in Nanzhong."
"Do you know what the most outrageous rumor is? They say... they say..." He holds the title of Vice President of ZM Entertainment, but is actually just a rich kid who runs his own business. He's currently clutching his stomach, laughing so hard he can barely breathe.
"They said you...you were heartbroken and jumped off the roof for Yan Quan...hahaha, that's hilarious, cough cough..."
"Who are you? Everyone in the capital's elite circles knows Yan Ceyan, a top-tier S-class expert who can blow a fly out of the head from a hundred miles away with a single shot. You're jumping off a roof for love???"
The man next to him, referred to as "Yan Ceyan," raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his calloused fingers casually fiddling with the gun in his palm—
That was a rare item from the G Federation's military industry: a .50 caliber "□□", with a 7-round magazine, capable of penetrating a two-meter-thick city wall with a single burst.
"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, this is really hilarious..." The vice president of ZM Entertainment laughed until his throat was dry, and he reached out to call a waiter over to pour him a drink.
"They don't even consider the characters' personalities when they make up stories..."
The vice president of ZM Entertainment tilted his head back and gulped down the liquid in the glass. After finishing, he wiped his mouth and said, "If you really did something so cowardly, I'll livestream myself eating history while doing a handstand... hahaha."
"Heh..." The tall man next to him chuckled, his fingertips deftly clicking as he removed the magazine and then clicking it back in.
This went on for two rounds.
"Haha...ha—cough, cough," ZM Entertainment's vice president sensed something was off, his smile freezing on his face: "Brother Yan, what's wrong..."
Yan Ceyan's brows were sharp and his eyes were deep and unfathomable. His gaze swept briefly across the face of the ZM vice president before he spoke calmly:
Do you have a live streaming account?
"...Huh?" The vice president of ZM Entertainment was a little confused: "Yes."
"Alright." Yan Ceyan swiped open the live streaming app on his phone, his voice flat and cold, like a routine AI: "Follow."
"Huh?" ZM's vice president's back started to sweat slightly, and his fingers trembled as he showed the QR code: "Why did you suddenly follow me... hahaha?"
Yan Ceyan lowered his head to verify the information, half of his face shrouded in shadow, the scar under his eye reflecting a dark light: "Watching your live stream."
"What's there to stream? What's there to stream, hahaha..." ZM's vice president started to laugh awkwardly, then suddenly remembered what he had just said and couldn't laugh anymore...
If you actually do something so cowardly, I'll eat history live on stream.
If you do something cowardly, I'll eat history live on stream...
You coward, I'll eat history live on stream...
I'm livestreaming myself eating history...
"Holy crap, holy crap..." ZM's vice president was instantly terrified, his knuckles leaping off the sofa booth, all his worries forgotten:
"So the rumors are true? Yan Quan dumped you twice, and you still like her to death."
"Yan Ceyan, you really jumped off the roof for love?!"
"Click—" It was the sound of a pistol being loaded with a magazine again, but this time it was 0.1 seconds slower.
Yan Ceyan raised his head and held up three fingers... ZM's vice president thought Yan Ceyan wanted to chop off three of his fingers, and his face turned pale with fright.
“Not twice.” The scar under his eye revealed extremely fine lines, and the oppressive aura of an S-class Alpha emanating from Yan Ceyan became even more sharp.
"three times."
He dumped me three times.
"Damn... I must have seen a ghost." The vice president of ZM Entertainment sat down again with lingering fear, his gaze falling once more on the sponsorship proposal on the table.
Among the rows of dazzling heads, a student photo stood out: fox-like eyes, high and handsome brow bones, a delicate nose bridge, and thin lips... slightly pursed, revealing a small, rounded lip.
The eighteen-year-old boy casually tilted his head, staring at the camera with a smile, his eyes sparkling and captivating.
ZM's vice president stared for several dozen seconds before finally snapping out of it, "I understand now..."
"A beautiful woman is a source of trouble"—that's exactly what Yan Quan is all about.
Yan Ceyan continued to coldly stroke the gun barrel with his fingers, remaining noncommittal.
"It's okay if you don't want to do a live stream."
Yan Ceyan calmly raised his gun and adjusted the level with the ZM vice president: "Do me a favor."
"Brother Yan, just say the word... I'll run my legs off and get it done for you." The vice president of ZM Entertainment pounded his chest and let out a long sigh of relief: "Speak, what is it?"
Yan Ceyan propped his gun on the project proposal and coldly said, "I want to be on this show."
In the upscale, private club, Yan Ceyan's enigmatic gaze fell upon the large, dimly lit screen on the wall:
This time slot is currently showing a rerun of "Love Signal 2".
The cool and beautiful omega casually flicked her delicate eyelashes, her gaze lightly sweeping across the male guest's face.
The poor domineering male guest blushed instantly, completely captivated.
The live chat was even more lively: "Yan Juan is hooking up with someone again today!" "That's the third one!" "Poor CEO, being played like a puppet!" "You're doomed, you've fallen in love too!"
Yan Quan played with those Alphas on the show like he was playing with dogs.
"Heh..." Yan Ceyan's lips curled into a sinister self-mockery: he was still the dog who was played the most despicable.
"So many financial TV stations are begging to interview you, but you don't even glance at them, and you participate in this reality show featuring ordinary people... Brother Yan, don't you have any other intentions?"
“Yes.” Yan Ceyan placed his fingertip on Yan Quan’s photo, then circled it with a possessive air:
"revenge."
"I will make him pay the price."
………
When Yan Quan woke up feeling refreshed, he had no idea that he had been targeted by a mad dog more than ten kilometers away.
"Ding-dong..." Yan Quan leaned lazily against the headboard, turning on his communicator (the text messaging tool in the Love House).
Today is my date day. I should have read and replied to these invitation text messages last night, but Yan Quan was too tired and fell asleep, completely forgetting about it.
Fortunately, the date is in the afternoon. There's still time to decide.
"Beep beep!" As soon as the communicator screen was swiped to unlock, two messages popped up:
Murong Yuan: Don't try to escape me. I can give you the whole world, but you can only be mine.
Fu Duannian: Sunrise, water lilies, cathedral... You are the dancer in my dreams.
[Haha, these two people's text messages are completely opposite.]
One speaks in a greasy, colloquial style, the other is affectedly artsy and pretentious.
How on earth did the CEO type all this? Just looking at it makes my toes curl up in disbelief (facepalm)
Oh, Professor Fu, our little Shakespeare, he's writing poetry again (sarcastically).
[Actually, Professor Fu's text message was quite meaningful.]
Sunrise, water lilies... dancers—these are all Impressionist paintings; Professor Fu himself studies Impressionism.
Actually, our CEO was speaking his mind frankly and sincerely... trying to save face.
"Hmm." Yan Quan quickly read the two messages and then neatly closed the email—without the slightest hesitation.
Yan Haiwang... really, he wasn't moved at all.
[Bag, even the most scumbag men are quite clear-headed these days.]
"Hey, you know what, these Alphas are way too low-level compared to Yan Haiwang."
[I'm speechless, he's a complete hypocrite and gold digger.] Middle finger.
"What's wrong? You're yelling at someone just for closing a message? Didn't you close the message after you finished reading it?"
[Isn't Yan just someone who relies on her face...? Who knows how many times she's had plastic surgery in Korea (disdain)]
[Our Yan Quan is so handsome, I'm so sorry for hurting your fragile ego (hehe)]
Actually, this face is just so-so... not as good as XX.
"Thank you for such high praise, comparing our Yan Quan to senior XX. (Rose)"
"His upturned eyes have an evil look; he's a vixen reincarnated. Yan Quan is a complete menace..."
Wow, the trolls are praising our adorable vixen!
"Wow! Are Yan Quan's fans really this well-behaved now?"
We, Yan Quan's fans, have always been reasonable. You call Yan Quan a scumbag, OK, fine, he really is a scumbag.
However, spreading rumors about Yan Quan is unacceptable; we need to examine this carefully.
[I agree. Yan Quan's only flaw is having "many exes." Some people, besides being able to type, are all flaws...]
As the comments section buzzed with excitement, Yan Quan's finger slid to the next message, which was from Shan Haotian.
Shan Haotian: I like you. I really like you, please ask me out (please).
Yan Quan's fingers rested calmly on the inbox, not moving away for several dozen seconds.
The comments section exploded first...
[Waaaa, little puppy, that male thief is so sincere!]
This is the right way to send a date text!
[A genuine outpouring of emotion... I'm about to tear up]
Yan Quan's fingers began to move, her clean nails tinged with a slightly translucent pink, as she pressed the input method.
The live chat exploded again...
[Yan Quan's finger moved! Ahhh, it moved!]
[Ahhh, is this a reply to a message?!]
Please agree to Shan Haotian's request! I support him!
[Yan Quan has started typing!]
[Yan Quan typed the first letter "H"!]
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Yan Quan typed "good" as the first word.
After typing "OK," what did Yan Quan type next?
Okay... and that's it?
[Yan Quan, he... he left the chat window?]
〖Okay, that's concise enough (facepalm and wry smile)〗
[Ladies in the comments, stop spamming question marks! Everyone be quiet! Look at me!]
[I now solemnly announce the official conclusion of the Yan Quan Concubine Selection Competition! (Beating drums and gongs)]
[The one who received the privilege of a first date with Yan Quan on this show is none other than our beloved Shan Haotian!]
The crowd was in high spirits, and the fans of the single-faced couple quickly took over the screen, spamming "999", "666", "Congratulations" and so on.
But the situation soon took a new turn.
This refers to Yan Quan opening another chat window and starting to edit...
Netizens immediately sensed something was wrong: "Wait... what else does he want to do?"
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