Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Not Dead Enough to Disappoint You

Yun Zi'an, having just evaded the media on the rooftop, was loosening his neck when he encountered his manager, Ying Xiaofeng, waiting with a phone like a ticking time bomb.

Ying Xiaofeng had been Yun Zi'an's manager for three years, enduring instant noodles and minor roles. Expecting Yun Zi'an to rise to fame with a viral photo, he was baffled by his unconventional approach.

Where others would dress scantily on the red carpet, Yun Zi'an wore a down jacket with a thermos.

While others flew city to city for appearances, Yun Zi'an could stay home for a week straight.

Other celebrities were cautious in interviews, fearing public perception, but Yun Zi'an shockingly admitted to being married and widowed for three years!

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"Ancestor!" Knowing Yun Zi'an's aversion to crowds, Ying Xiaofeng had waited on the rooftop to confront him directly, his every word laden with deep reproach. "I've been taking anti-anxiety meds since graduating college! Can you let me live longer?"

Yun Zi'an, immune to Ying Xiaofeng's shouting, calmly replied, "I’ll buy you a box of anti-anxiety meds and some herbal supplements myself."

"Why on earth did you announce you're married?" Ying Xiaofeng really wanted to crack open Yun Zi'an's head to see his unusual thought process. "Do you realize eighty percent of your fans are female? By declaring your marriage, you've shattered countless girls' dreams!!!"

Yun Zi'an chuckled, "Isn’t there still the remaining twenty percent?"

Ying Xiaofeng stated emotionlessly, "The remaining twenty percent are male fans."

Yun Zi'an, "..."

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"Ancestor!" Ying Xiaofeng was so frustrated he wanted to shake Yun Zi'an violently. "Why did you have to say you're married?!"

"Because..." Yun Zi'an, hands in his suit pockets, stood casually in the summer breeze, yet exuding a sense of allure, a subtle smile on his lips, "I am married."

Despite fully acknowledging Yun Zi'an's beauty, Ying Xiaofeng couldn't stand his arrogant charm, staggering back against the railing, "You...you... I'm warning you, don’t flirt recklessly. I’m talking seriously here..."

Yun Zi'an’s mischievous smile grew clearer as he stepped forward, towering with his 6'1" height, he leaned down and showed off the platinum ring on his ring finger, "This is my wedding ring."

"RX," Yun Zi'an said innocently, but his face spelled trouble. "It's the initials of my husband. He has a ring with my initials too."

Ying Xiaofeng's expression froze completely, "..."

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Graduating with an agent license, Ying Xiaofeng joined a newly established entertainment company and coincidentally started working with Yun Zi'an, his first client.

For three years, Ying Xiaofeng had been everything for Yun Zi'an: manager, assistant, driver, and even a nurturing figure. Yet, in all this time, Yun Zi'an never revealed a thing to him!

Ying Xiaofeng once wondered about Yun Zi'an’s constant wearing of the platinum ring but received various excuses like, "Just wearing it casually," "It's a relic from my grandmother," "A Feng Shui master told me to wear it for 49 days."

Now he realized all those were lies from Yun Zi'an!

The fury of being deceived flushed Ying Xiaofeng's face as he roared, "Yun Zi'an—!"

Seeing trouble, Yun Zi'an had already planned his escape. He dashed to the elevator, slipping inside first, "Bye~"

As the elevator descended, Ying Xiaofeng's angry shouts were still audible, echoing, "This isn't over between us—!"

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Escaping Ying Xiaofeng, Yun Zi'an stretched his neck. As the elevator doors opened with a ding, he hummed a tune, stepping out leisurely. He casually tossed his suit and tie to a hotel attendant at the door, winking, "Please dispose of these for me."

Donning a mask from his pocket, Yun Zi'an hailed a cab to his apartment. On the way, he indulged in a bowl of spicy snail noodles and a hefty serving of stinky tofu, cheerfully arriving at his home.

Casually glancing outside, Yun Zi'an inadvertently noticed a high-end black sedan with Beijing plates parked downstairs.

Living in this modest neighborhood with an average rent of 5000 a month for nearly three years, Yun Zi'an had almost forgotten his dual identity as a scion of a wealthy family, relishing in the simple joys of instant noodles and spicy snail noodles.

The sudden appearance of such a car tensed him momentarily, but he relaxed the next second, thinking it was just family urging him to take over the family business or the butler from the Rong family bringing him some lobster and abalone to spice up his meals.

A slight smirk curled on Yun Zi'an's lips.

It couldn't possibly be Rong Xuan returning from abroad, could it?

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As Yun Zi'an entered his home with his late-night snack, unlocking the door and glancing towards the living room sofa, his humming abruptly ceased, his face freezing in shock—

A man, impeccably dressed in a suit and familiar to the core, sat on the sofa, arms crossed, a platinum ring also adorning the ring finger of the hand resting on his arm. His long, muscular legs were crossed, lips curved in a subtle smile.

Rong Xuan gazed at him with deep, meaningful eyes, "Sorry to disappoint, I'm not quite dead."

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