Chapter 8 Shen Jixing, am I your dog?

Aunt Zhang: “…”

She looked at the sharp and wild profile, and felt that there was some worry hidden behind the sneer.

"I have already taken the first dose of medicine."

Aunt Zhang placed the remaining medicine on the tea table and said, "When Teacher Shen wakes up in the evening, remember to remind him to take it again."

Zhou Yili glanced lazily.

"He's a child? Does he need someone to remind him to take medicine?"

Aunt Zhang looked at him with a benevolent smile, and was about to gather her strength for another nagging attack.

Zhou Yili interrupted the spell and said, "Got it."

Aunt Zhang went to the kitchen to pack up her things with satisfaction. Before leaving, she walked across the sofa and rubbed her messy blue hair.

He suppressed his laughter and said, "You are a child."

…

"Vice President, you're looking for me."

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor let in a lot of sunlight, and Pei Ming stood respectfully in front of his desk.

He knew this day would come.

The vice president couldn't deal with Shen Jixing, so he had to deal with him.

But he didn't expect it to be on the same day.

"You," Chu Wen raised his hand. Before he finished speaking, he heard two crisp clicks. He looked at the two fingers folded on the black tabletop, his voice still steady and indifferent, "What are you doing?"

Pei Ming: “Kneel down.”

“…”

I'm just an employee anyway, why don't you just kill me?

Chu Wen's speed of promotion seemed to be determined by his experience. He was able to remain calm even in this crazy situation.

Changzhi turned the notebook around and asked, "Do you know this person?"

Pei Ming withdrew his hand slightly embarrassedly.

"I know him." He took one look and said, "Fang Siqian, we are rivals."

This guy made his debut by imitating Shen Jixing, and he often does some outrageous things.

"Do you have any rivals?" Chu Wen asked back.

Although he was Shen Jixing's first agent, he no longer paid much attention to Shen Jixing's affairs after his promotion.

This seems to be the case. Is there anyone worthy of being Shen Jixing's opponent?

Pei Ming was relieved. "Forget it. This guy is more aggressive."

He suddenly reacted, "Could this incident also be related to him?"

"Um."

Chu Wen slid his finger across the notebook, and the interface switched to Shen Jixing's Weibo.

Number of fans: 130 million.

Shen Jixing's Weibo is generally acknowledged to be boring, with almost no daily content except for official announcements of endorsement activities.

Pei Ming always found it amazing that his fans' enthusiasm for him remained unabated.

But now, the scene under Weibo is completely different.

"What a top-tier person, so hypocritical and disgusting."

"The identity is fake, the academic qualifications are fake, what else is real about Shen Jixing? Could it be that the face that fans praise every day is also fake?"

"I agree. It doesn't look like the original face."

"I was wondering where he got such good resources. Our brother has publicly expressed his love for the brand, but in the end he still chose Shen Jixing as the global spokesperson. It turns out there is a financial sponsor behind him..."

"He has reaped so many benefits from his persona. He should just kneel down and apologize and get out of the entertainment industry. I will reluctantly forgive him."

"…"

Pei Ming was furious. "These comments are really too much."

The consequence of letting public opinion ferment is that all the dirty water will splash onto you.

As a broker, he naturally knew how to handle it. "I'll make a call and clear the screen."

Even if we are to be scolded, it shouldn't be these idiots who do the scolding.

"Bought it." Chu Wen said.

Pei Ming stopped in his tracks, "Someone deliberately bought these navy troops, Fang Siqian???"

"Um."

Relatively normal comments from passers-by were drowned out in the comment section.

"Wozhi, it really collapsed?"

"Fish...balls...inside."

"Although, the face seems to be real. Actor Shen once bumped into a glass while walking, and the fans couldn't get a bad picture even with a telephoto lens. There was only a picture of the beautiful woman crying."

"I'm even more upset. The idol I was chasing after has fallen out of favor. I'm not going to be a fan of idols anymore..."

"I didn't get any bonuses. If it weren't for the scandal of Mr. Shen, I wouldn't have known that he was a rich and noble son."

"I've been a fan for eight years, there's no way to deny this. The company promoted it heavily in the early years, but in the end, he got a bunch of haters who accused him of being pretentious. I had a heart attack because of this."

…

"It's so funny, Mr. Shen has found a sponsor, and you fans are still having heart attacks?"

"Shen Jixing is also a talented person. His sponsor sleeps with him, and he sleeps with his fans, hahaha."

"...If you have any unsubstantiated information, just shut up."

Fans of Shen Jixing are relatively rational.

Now that public opinion has proven the truth, those who should stop being fans should stop being fans, and those who don’t want to stop being fans should remain silent and be criticized.

But since it has not been confirmed, Zixuwu's revelations are false, so they are not taking any responsibility for the time being.

Pei Ming: "Don't say they don't believe it, even I don't believe it."

He and Shen Jixing have been inseparable these years. Shen Jixing is so busy every day, where does he find the time to lick the sponsor and sleep with male fans? ? ?

But he just admitted it.

"Vice President, Vice President?" Pei Ming called twice.

Chu Wen came back to his senses and said calmly, "Some of the things Fang Siqian has in his hands leaked out of our company."

Pei Ming was shocked.

Does this mean... there is a spy among them?

Without waiting for Pei Ming to ask further questions, Chu Wen had already sent the guests away coldly, "Go down, I'm just giving you a reminder, and you'll follow his instructions for what to do next."

"yes."

The office returned to silence, and Chu Wen's eyes fell on the latest Weibo post, which was the latest official endorsement picture of a certain brand.

Shen Jixing was standing on the deck of the cruise ship in a white suit, with the Broken Star Galaxy spread out like a curtain behind him, and a huge sea storm rising from behind him.

His eyes were still calm and he looked at himself outside the screen with a smile.

"If you would just listen."

“Wouldn’t this situation have been avoided?”

Chu Wen slid his finger across the screen and looked up at the sky outside the top floor window.

He didn't want to make the worst guess and slowly closed the notebook.

"It's a pity that you are so willful. Now even I can't protect you."

…

The sun sets in the west.

Zhou Yili came out of the practice room. The walls were polished with special materials, so no one outside could hear him playing drums and gongs inside.

"Hey, you're awake."

Zhou Yili was leaning against the bar drinking water when he saw that there were extra bowls and spoons in the dishwasher.

Have you taken the medicine?

Zhou Yili glanced at the tea table in the living room and saw the medicine was still there.

Didn't eat.

He put down the cup, walked over with his long legs, picked it up and examined it.

I really didn't eat it.

An inexplicable irritation rose in his heart. Zhou Yili gritted his teeth and said, "What's the difference between me and raising a rebellious little white bird?"

He grabbed the box of medicine.

Go with your long legs and do some ferocious operations.

He took a cup of warm water at 45°, then strode upstairs with a cold face.

"Shen Jixing, you really like to have others serve you so much..."

He pushed the door open with a bang, and his cold voice stopped abruptly.

There's no one on the bed.

Zhou Yili walked into the second bedroom with a sullen face, and finally saw the person sleeping on the garden swing through the balcony glass door.

The setting sun cast an orange glow like a flame, and the white piano was illuminated and sparkled.

The man slept peacefully and calmly, with the swing surrounded by flowers and green plants. He was covered with a thin blanket that he had casually placed there, with his thin, narrow, cold white jaw half buried in the blanket.

Zhou Yili's Adam's apple slid slightly.

That blanket...

He usually carried it around at home to build it.

To put it bluntly, it smells like him.

Zhou Yili walked calmly through the balcony door. The wind in the high-altitude garden was a little cold, mixed with the pleasant scent of pine needles.

"You're such a bother."

A tall and slender figure stood in front of him, with blue hair blown by the wind into wild and flamboyant arcs.

He stared at the peacefully sleeping person for a moment, then leaned over and held him in his arms.

The soft and slightly warm cheek rests lightly against the collarbone.

Zhou Yili felt as if his heart was burned, and he looked at him coldly with his eyes lowered.

"Shen Jixing, am I your dog?"