Chapter 055 Entertainment Industry Waste 3
Although the surroundings were brightly lit by various lights, Jian Ziyan felt that his eyes suddenly went dark and he seemed to be unable to see anything.
"...Ziyan? Jian Ziyan?"
The agent's small but anxious voice penetrated the darkness that was spreading at that moment. Jian Ziyan blinked and returned to reality.
Seeing that his puppet-like empty eyes finally showed some reaction, the agent breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to scold Jian Ziyan in public for Jian Yuze's sake, but he was already annoyed that he would let down his guard even at this time, so his tone was a little bad.
"Boss Song is trying to smooth things over for you now, so stop being in a daze!"
Mr. Song?
Jian Ziyan looked at the handsome young man who had stepped onto the stage at some point and was speaking, his eyes dazed.
He knew him. He was the boss of Yin Yao's agency. He had always taken good care of Yin Yao. He was strong, calm, gentle, and rich. Every time he saw him and Yin Yao standing together, he would have a feeling that they were a perfect match and that the two of them... were really a good match.
"...So we can understand that Zi Yan feels guilty about our Yin Yao, which makes him embarrassed to speak. Let us give Zi Yan some support and encouragement."
Jian Ziyan felt a little bitter in his heart, and he didn't know where the bitterness came from. When he saw Song Ji looking at him with a warning look, he knew he had to do what he should do.
This was all trouble he had caused, and he had caused trouble for everyone, just like every time before... he had always been causing trouble for others.
Jian Ziyan's face turned pale. When he saw those short cannons converge on him again, he opened his mouth in a hoarse voice: "I..."
As soon as they heard him speak, everyone fell silent, waiting for the exclusive news to come out of his mouth. Some people even secretly turned on the speakerphone, wanting to pass the news back as quickly as possible.
Jian Ziyan tried hard to speak. Last night his father had already prepared a draft of what he was going to say today. Now he just had to recite it.
But no matter how hard he tried, he still had difficulty uttering every word of the speech he had memorized so well.
"Yesterday's actions have had a very negative impact on Mr. Yin Yao and the general public. I feel very sorry..."
The delicate and slender boy was simply standing on the stage, but he seemed to have condensed all the light in the world. He lowered his eyes, and even from such a long distance, the arc shadow cast by his long eyelashes on his face was clearly visible in the camera. He was not wearing any makeup, but his skin was whiter and more delicate than any star's, and even if the camera was magnified to the maximum, no pores could be seen.
He quietly stated his faults. Although it looked like a pre-written manuscript, his words gave people a sense of pity and fragility.
Everyone present was a little bit incredulous. They knew that Jian Ziyan was good-looking, but his actions up to that point had ruined people's good impression of him. He couldn't survive in the entertainment industry with just a good look, not to mention that he had been so popular before that no matter how good-looking he was, people would have already gotten tired of him.
But why…
But now he seemed to have suddenly become a different person? How did he become so attractive? Just standing there was enough to attract everyone's attention.
Jian Ziyan didn't even dare to look up, and of course he couldn't see how astonished and explicit the looks in other people's eyes were looking at him. He just tried hard to recite the speech.
He couldn't do anything right. Even words to express his apology needed his father to prepare them for him in advance. He was truly a waste.
He continued to recite, but suddenly stopped talking.
Now that I have made the wrong statement, it is time to state the reason why I did this, to give an explanation to Yin Yao and everyone else.
"I did this because... I was jealous..."
As soon as he said this word, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been punched hard, and a rusty sweet smell spread between his mouth and nose.
If an idea is instilled and repeated too many times, anyone will begin to doubt his or her original seriousness.
A sense of panic spread in Jian Ziyan's heart. Was he really jealous of Brother Yin Yao?
He was not trying to remind Brother Yin Yao to stay away from danger, but... was he jealous of him?
Why should he be jealous of him? How could he be jealous of him?
No, he couldn't be jealous of him. He had done so many outrageous things before just to tell him...
"You're just jealous of him."
The voice from deep within his mind was full of temptation, causing Jian Ziyan to open his eyes wide suddenly.
"If you weren't jealous of him, why would you keep causing him all kinds of trouble? How could he be in such a situation where he is being speculated by the entire internet and is almost at risk of losing his life? He has done everything you couldn't do, and he has also achieved the achievements you so desperately desire. Do you dare to say that you don't feel the slightest bit of jealousy towards him?"
Jian Ziyan felt as if he had been hit hard.
He wanted to refute, but his mind was in a mess. The voice kept ringing in his mind with contempt and ridicule. He could only open his lips weakly: "No... It's not like that..."
Another thought began to invade his brain, and he said this directly.
He was originally saying he was going to apologize, but suddenly he denied it. Everyone on and off the stage was stunned and started whispering to each other.
What is not? Didn't Jian Ziyan just say that he committed suicide in front of Yin Yao because of jealousy? Why did he deny it again?
Song Ji's face suddenly turned gloomy, and Yin Yao, who was sitting next to Jian Ziyan, also had a dark look in his eyes, but he did not rush to speak. Just a hint of contempt for "as expected" flashed across his eyes, and then he looked at Jian Ziyan steadily, as if waiting for what he wanted to say.
The sounds from the outside world could no longer reach Jian Ziyan's ears. He seemed to be trapped in a huge and dark room. Only that voice was talking to him, overwhelming his entire world.
"Think about it carefully. When you went on stage with the knife, did you really not have the slightest thought of stabbing Yin Yao with the knife? Otherwise, if you wanted to stab yourself, why did you have to do it in front of him? Jealousy is not a big deal. Why do you always have to deceive yourself?"
"No!" Jian Ziyan wanted to refute in panic, "I just, I just want to tell him..."
Tell me, haven’t you always wanted to tell Brother Yin Yao the truth? Why are you still afraid to say it even now?
"I……"
Jian Ziyan wanted to say something, but the pain in his body suddenly arose.
At this moment, it seemed as if countless whippings fell on his body. Even though he was safe now, he still felt the sharp pain in his skin, causing his voice to stop suddenly.
His pupils, which were shrouded in mist, gradually came back to consciousness, and the sounds around him suddenly enveloped him.
He suddenly returned to reality.
Because of his vague words and unusual silence just now, the place is now in chaos. Countless questions are thrown at him one after another. The agent is exhausted from responding and doesn't even have the energy to talk to him.
Jian Ziyan became flustered. He subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of Yin Yao, but saw that he was looking at him indifferently. He did not show any surprise at the farce in front of him, and there was even a sarcastic and cold smile on his lips.
Just like he had anticipated the current situation, how could Jian Ziyan be willing to apologize to him? How could he be willing to throw dirty water on himself for his reputation? Even if the dirty water was his truth.
He probably wished he was really dead.
Jian Ziyan immediately realized that he had messed up again.
Just like every time he had the chance to tell the truth, he was afraid of the voice in his head and the conditioned pain in his body. The result was that he once again caused trouble for Yin Yao.
He couldn't even remember what he had just done.
"Brother Yin Yao..." His lips moved. The more anxious he was to speak, the more confused his mind became. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he couldn't say anything.
Yin Yao looked at him quietly for a while, a look of familiarity and a hint of self-mockery flashed across his eyes.
"Is this your apology, right?" Yin Yao asked in a low voice, "I actually had hope in you, Jian Ziyan, you have once again succeeded in making me look like a fool or a clown."
Jian Ziyan felt cold all over, and he subconsciously wanted to grab Yin Yao: "No..."
However, Yin Yao had already stood up lightly, dodged his outstretched hand, and walked calmly towards the microphone.
Seeing that the other party finally came forward, the scene suddenly became more and more boiling. Yin Yao simply stretched out his hand and made a downward pressing gesture, and the scene immediately became quiet.
Even though his reputation was affected by Jian Ziyan, the two awards Yin Yao just won were too dazzling, no less than causing an earthquake in the circle, so those people only talked about it in private. When Yin Yao really stood in front of the stage, they were still a little intimidated by him.
He stood tall in front of the microphone, seemingly not affected by these things at all, his expression was still calm and his voice was clear and cold.
"This matter is not as complicated as everyone thinks. Jian Ziyan has always had some grudges against me. In addition, the criticism against him on the Internet a while ago was quite obvious. As a child spoiled by his father, he could not accept it and his thinking went to extremes. Now the teacher has educated him. He should not treat his life as a joke anymore. Now he knows he is wrong. He and I apologize to everyone for the impact of this matter. However, since it does not affect others, please stop here."
Yin Yao has a cold personality, but he is not unsympathetic. He is a genius who is obsessed with piano. He talked freely in front of the camera and covered up the matter in just a few words.
Of course, the reporters were unwilling to let go of such explosive news, and they began to ask questions one after another. However, they were stopped by the security guards and could not rush to the stage.
Yin Yao had already given all the explanations and apologies he needed to give, and he had no intention of staying here and wasting time any longer. He nodded to his agent and simply turned around and left this farce.
Jian Ziyan came back to his senses from his daze. He didn't care about the chaotic scene and immediately ran after him.
When he reached the backstage, before he could catch up with Yin Yao, another tall and thin figure blocked his way. He raised his head and saw Song Ji's expressionless face.
Song Ji's usual smile was gone. He looked at this extremely annoying thing in front of him, which was stickier than a dog-skin plaster, with an expression of undisguised disgust.
"Jian Ziyan, for your father's sake, Yin Yao and I have already shown you mercy. Now you have made such a fuss that even an explanation and an apology have been made. Aren't you satisfied yet?"
"I'm not..." Jian Ziyan stood on tiptoe anxiously, trying to look behind him, but he couldn't even see Yin Yao's back.
He pursed his lips in disappointment, thinking of the mess he had just left behind, and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"It's a great honor to get an apology from Master Jian." Song Ji's voice was emotionless, but full of warning. "But I have to remind you that I was tolerant of you before because you were young and ignorant. Now you are eighteen years old and an adult. I hope you can think carefully about certain things because you can be held criminally responsible."
After all, he was still frightened by the knife he was holding. This Jian Ziyan was simply like a madman, daring to even play with human lives. He really didn't know what else he could do.
Jian Ziyan still murmured: "I'm sorry."
This series of apologies surprised Song Ji. He carefully looked at the willful young master and found that his expression was still as gloomy and silent as before, but his face was particularly pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly heavy, which actually exuded a fragile temperament that made people pity him. ⑤
Song Ji knew that the knife had actually stabbed into his own chest, and he must have been seriously injured, so it was all his own fault.
He was not interested in continuing to embarrass a wounded person, so after giving the warning, he wanted to turn around and leave.
However, before he left, Jian Ziyan said, "Wait! I want to see Brother Yin Yao, do you know where he went?"
Song Ji turned around and looked at him, his lips curled up unhappily: "Haven't you gotten enough of pestering me yet?"
"No... I just have something to say to Brother Yin Yao." Jian Ziyan said in a low voice, "I don't want to pester him."
"What do you want to say?"
The sudden voice interrupted the two of them, causing them to look up in surprise, and saw that Yin Yao had turned back without them noticing, and was looking at Jian Ziyan with a face as cold as a jade.
When he saw this face, Jian Ziyan's mind went blank again. The only thing that rang in his mind was the voice that had just questioned him.
His eyes were stunned, and at the same time, an unbelievable panic emerged in his heart.
Could it be... am I really jealous of Brother Yin Yao? Could it be that in my subconscious, I don't want to save him, but want to destroy him?
Seeing that he was just staring at him blankly, Yin Yao's face showed deep disappointment.
He remembered some things from the past.
The first time I met Jian Ziyan was when he was fifteen years old. He was taken home by his teacher. He felt like he was dreaming and was full of respect for everything related to the teacher.
Jian Ziyan was only eleven years old that year. She was cute and beautiful, like an angel lost in the mortal world. However, he was filled with a deep sadness and death, like an old man in his twilight years.
At that time, he loved and pitied Jian Ziyan. Knowing that his mother had just passed away, he often took time out from practicing the piano and working to accompany Jian Ziyan. Even if Jian Ziyan didn't speak or move and just sat there blankly all day, he was willing to accompany him.
Gradually, Jian Ziyan no longer ignored him. He would talk to him and pay special attention to his progress in piano practice. He was delighted to think that this was the process of Jian Ziyan coming out of his self-isolation, so he told him everything about himself in detail.
But what he didn't expect was that the person he spent his energy and time to accompany was not the younger brother he thought he was, but a jealous devil.
He had to enter the entertainment industry for money, and Jian Ziyan followed suit, but this was not to help him, but to start endless entanglement and destruction.
He and Jian Ziyan shouldn't have been like this now.
Even if he didn't want to believe it, he had to think that it was jealousy that made Jian Ziyan become what he is now. After all, he often heard the teacher sigh with regret, wondering why his only son didn't have the same talent as him. There was obviously no malice in the teacher, and he had never seen the teacher criticize Jian Ziyan, but every time Jian Ziyan's expression would twist for a moment, and then become expressionless.
Yin Yao thought that this accident might be a turning point. He felt that Jian Ziyan, who had been through a near-death experience, should be able to think things through clearly. However, he did not expect that he was still the same. He said one thing but did another, and was determined to drag him into the mud and make all his efforts come to nothing.
Yin Yao was very disappointed, and his eyes lost the last bit of warmth when he looked at Jian Ziyan.
Song Ji was almost laughing out of anger: "It's like this again, every time. It's obviously you who caused the trouble, but you always look so innocent. Now we are the only two people who know your true face. Who are you putting on a show for?"
Jian Ziyan did have this kind of past. He always stopped Yin Yao abruptly, wanting to say something but unable to. He always looked so pitiful that people thought Yin Yao was bullying him.
He had a very bad influence on Yin Yao in the early stage.
The discord between Jian Ziyan and Yin Yao is already known to everyone in the circle. Although Jian Ziyan is neither good at literature nor martial arts, and his only purpose of entering the entertainment industry seems to be to cause trouble for Yin Yao, but after this incident, his ugly face is finally revealed to the public, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.
Jian Ziyan's mind went blank. He couldn't even think of refuting Song Ji's words. He never refuted others. No matter what others said, he would just bear it silently.
He tried to clear his mind, and just when he finally overcame the instinctive fear in his heart a little bit, he said the first word: "My father..."
"That's enough. Stop using the teacher to clean up your mess." Yin Yao interrupted him with a cold voice. "I don't care what you want to do to me, but for your sake, the teacher has not come back for so many years. Don't you remember his kindness at all? He is your biological father, and this is how you repay him? You want to kill his disciple, and if you can't kill him, you use purple sand to protest his 'partiality'?"
Jian Ziyan's eyes froze, and the courage he had finally gathered quickly dissipated like quicksand after the tide receded. His eyes trembled as he looked at Yin Yao.
"Brother Yin Yao, you..." Is this what you think of me?
"This is the last time I will tolerate you for the sake of my teacher. From now on, if you cause me any trouble again, I will definitely not be polite to you. You'd better take care of yourself." Yin Yao said, "You are a monster controlled by jealousy."
Jian Ziyan's whole body trembled. He stared at Yin Yao in a daze. He glanced at him coldly for the last time, then turned and left without hesitation.
Song Ji was too lazy to pay attention to him and just followed Yin Yao's footsteps.
Jian Ziyan was the only one left in the room. He felt as if a cold wind was blowing out from between his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his ten outstretched fingers.
The ten slender fingers seemed intact, but if you looked closely, you would find that the thin skin on them was whiter than the skin on other parts, as if it had been mended countless times with needles and threads. The finger bones were no longer straight like those of normal people, but slightly twisted.
But even though he looked like this, his hands were still very beautiful, and he usually hid his hands consciously, often only showing his fingertips in front of outsiders or the camera, so no one had ever noticed anything abnormal about his fingers.
He stared at the hands steadily and asked himself softly.
"Are you really a monster who is...jealous of Brother Yin Yao?"
"That feeling, is it jealousy?"
…
After returning home, as expected, Jian Ziyan was met with Jian Yuze's thundering wrath.
"You know what to do, right?"
Jian Yuze hid all his anger under his cold appearance. He pointed at the sofa in the living room and asked expressionlessly.
Jian Ziyan bit his lip and slowly moved over, while unbuttoning his clothes with trembling fingers.
He had screwed up again, so he deserved to be punished, which was something he had learned since he was a child.
Jian Ziyan took off his shirt, revealing his slender, fair body and messily wrapped bandages.
He knelt carefully on the ground and laid his upper body on the sofa.
He heard Jian Yuze take out the stick, which was long and thin and made of rubber. It would not leave any marks when hitting a person, but it would be extremely painful and all the force would be absorbed by the muscles and bones.
Bang!
After the first blow, Jian Ziyan trembled violently, but he bit his lips hard out of habit and did not make any sound.
"I've already prepared the manuscript for you, but you deliberately messed it up. Do you want to embarrass me?"
Bang!
"You actually asked Yin Yao to help you out. Didn't you see how proud he was? This time you just helped his reputation climb to a higher level. You're more likely to cause trouble than help!"
Jian Ziyan gripped the sofa cushion tightly with twisted fingers, suppressing his instinctive cry of pain. When he heard Jian Yuze's voice, which was so angry that he could no longer conceal it, a trace of determination flashed through his eyes.
Before, Jian Yuze had only hinted to him vaguely that it was Yin Yao who took away everything from him and that he should hate Yin Yao, but he had never felt such an obvious hatred that was almost crazy.
I must, I must let Brother Yin Yao know the truth.
I can't let him continue to trust his father so unreservedly, otherwise... I don't know what will happen next.
After a long beating, the wound on Jian Ziyan's chest began to bleed again.
"Wipe your blood clean." Jian Yuze said coldly, "I have arranged for you to appear on the same show with Yin Yao in three days. No matter what means you use, if you can't change public opinion, I can't guarantee what I will do."
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