Chapter 5

Chapter Five: Come On

The news of Yun Zi'an declaring himself a widower after marriage topped the trending searches for a full twenty-four hours. The intensity only slightly diminished after that, but the views remained astonishing. The topic continued endlessly, discussing Yun Zi'an, his spouse, their marriage, constantly fermenting into a larger and larger snowball of comments, good and bad, threatening to trigger an unstoppable avalanche.

So, when Yun Zi'an received a call from the company's agent department, he wasn't surprised, his reaction as calm as ever.

"Yun Zi'an," the voice on the other end was so cold it seemed to freeze the air. Wang Jie, as the direct superior of Ying Xiaofeng and overall person in charge of artists like Yun Zi'an, was known for his stern tone, "You have half an hour. Get ready and come to the office to see me."

The call was abruptly ended by the other party. Yun Zi'an’s gaze fell on the red wine glass in his hand, the intoxicatingly deep red liquid shimmering with a hint of moonlight. Rong Xiao's sudden return to the country had unsettled him, prompting him to open his liquor cabinet and pull out a long-cellared bottle of Romanée-Conti.

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Reluctantly setting down his exquisite wine, Yun Zi'an sighed and called Ying Xiaofeng to act as his driver.

"Ancestor!!!" Ying Xiaofeng, probably having heard the rumors in advance, arrived like a whirlwind in less than ten minutes, speaking in a tone as somber as if at a grave, "Wang Yanwang has summoned you, you better think of any last words now!"

When he saw Yun Zi'an's attire at the moment, he was instantly stunned. The emerald green silk robe hung loosely over Yun Zi'an's shoulders, the casually tied sash barely covering his waist, revealing a vast expanse of pale, delicate chest muscles, set off by the green color to look almost ethereal. His long, bare legs were crossed smoothly, their lines so perfect they were nearly beyond reproach.

As a pure-hearted virgin, Ying Xiaofeng's face turned bright red, "Yun Zi'an, did you just... sleep with your recently deceased husband?"

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Yun Zi'an crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head, "reminiscing" about his "deceased" husband, "He, well..."

Ying Xiaofeng looked at him and spoke bluntly, "Your face is screaming 'frustration' in big letters."

"Do you know how he died?" Yun Zi'an's face broke into a seductive smile, his narrow eyes seemingly hiding hooks, "He died after being with me for three straight days and nights, exhausted to death."

Ying Xiaofeng, completely afraid to speak, "..."

"You better think about how to deal with Wang Yanwang," Ying Xiaofeng snorted, not believing his tall tale, and tossed a coat at Yun Zi'an, "For all you know, you might be joining your husband in the underworld tonight."

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In the office of the Director of Feitian Entertainment's Agent Department, Yun Zi'an was visiting for the first time. As soon as he entered, a pile of documents flew at him, and Wang Jie, with a face dark as thunder, bellowed, "Yun Zi'an, who gave you the audacity to declare yourself married in front of the media?"

Yun Zi'an picked up a document with his fingers, glancing at an unfinished movie project. In the cast list, he saw his name as an unknown supporting male role.

Wang Jie, pinching the bridge of his nose, forcibly suppressed his anger, "We planned to insert you into Nadde Films' new movie, followed by a marketing push. Now, with your public marriage declaration, Nadde Films has outright rejected you, even affecting our company's reputation."

He looked up at Yun Zi'an with an unquestionable tone, "Nadde Films is a key business focus for our company this year. Your trending search has blown up the KPIs of at least three departments. Now, there's only one path left for you."

Wang Jie leaned forward with both hands on the desk, his eyes bloodshot from staying up all night, his voice no longer cold but threatening, "You go personally to the project manager of Nadde Films and get this project back."

Ying Xiaofeng, standing beside him, felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this. This wasn't about negotiating a project, it was clearly sending Yun Zi'an into someone's bed!

This was outright unspoken rules!

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Just as Ying Xiaofeng was about to speak up, "Director..."

He hadn't even finished saying 'director' when Yun Zi'an cut him off, "Tonight? Where's the address?"

Seeing Yun Zi'an being somewhat reasonable, Wang Jie's tone softened a bit. He handed him a card with an address and phone number, "The location is at Wen Shan Clubhouse. Director Zhang of Bona Film Industry will be there to meet an important person. Fortunately, I have some connections. Once you're there, call this number, and someone will guide you in."

Ying Xiaofeng thought he'd see reluctance on Yun Zi'an's face but was surprised to see him smiling as he took the card, "Alright."

Just before leaving, Yun Zi'an suddenly turned back, his smile captivating, "Oh, and this Director Zhang... he's a man, right?"

"Is he... big enough?"

This unexpected question made Wang Jie choke, nearly spitting out his coffee, "..."

"It's okay if he's not big," Yun Zi'an, like a hunter assessing his prey, stroked his chin thoughtfully, "There's always another big shot there, right?"

Wang Jie: "..."

He really wanted to search on Zhihu, 'What to do when an artist is too business-minded...'

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Just as they stepped out, Ying Xiaofeng, following behind Yun Zi'an, couldn't help himself, "Ancestor, are you really going to accompany drinks? Aren't you married? How can you..."

Yun Zi'an opened the car door and got in, the image of Rong Xiao's chest muscles, wrapped in a suit and shirt, flashed in his mind. He wondered if it was his imagination, but they seemed much larger than three years ago.

At the same time, he bit his lip, emitting a frustrated "tch."

Why didn't I take the chance to feel him up then, to check if that area had grown...

"Ancestor!" Ying Xiaofeng, clearly unhappy about being ignored, "Are you even listening to me!"

"Get it straight," Yun Zi'an's voice was languid, "I'm married, true, but I've been a widower for three years now."

Ying Xiaofeng stared at him for a few seconds, "Aren't you afraid your husband will crawl out of his grave to strangle you?"

Yun Zi'an gave a nonchalant smile, "Even if he appeared in front of me, it wouldn't matter."

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As the car reached the entrance of Wen Shan Clubhouse, it was immediately stopped by security guards. Ying Xiaofeng had no choice but to call the number on the card. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing glasses hurried out from the clubhouse, grabbed Yun Zi'an without even glancing at Ying Xiaofeng, and rushed, "Hurry, hurry! The big shot is about to arrive!"

Yun Zi'an stumbled a few steps as he was pulled along, the buttons of his overcoat burst open, revealing the emerald green robe and his pale, delicate collarbone underneath. The middle-aged man glanced at him and couldn't help but admire, "I've known Old Wang for so many years, but he finally sent some fresh goods. Perform well tonight, and if you please Director Zhang, you’ll have a long way to go."

A mocking sneer curled on Yun Zi'an’s lips, but he said nothing. Just as he was about to close his collar, the middle-aged man stripped off his overcoat and handed it to a waiter.

"Just like this," the middle-aged man scanned him up and down, quite satisfied, "I think tonight's plan is definitely going to work!"

He quickly instructed, "Room number A888, there will be a few other celebrities, Director Zhang is in his forties, bald, likes red wine..."

Yun Zi'an didn't pay attention to anything other than the room number, glancing around the clubhouse lobby and thinking it lacked the taste of his own dining room.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man clutched his stomach and groaned, "I can't, wait, I need to use the restroom."

Watching him hurry away, Yun Zi'an’s phone rang. Ying Xiaofeng’s voice was anxious; he was stopped by the security and had no idea what was happening inside, "Ancestor! Are you alright?"

"It's just seduction," Yun Zi'an casually trimmed his nails, "What’s there to worry about?"

"But..."

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"What's so difficult about seduction?" Yun Zi'an chuckled lightly, "Isn't it just a push, embrace, and a fall?"

Just then, steady footsteps approached from the lobby entrance. Yun Zi'an instinctively looked over, his throat seizing up, unable to make a sound, all expression frozen on his face—

Accompanied by three or four bodyguards, Rong Xiao, in a meticulously tailored suit, tall and long-legged, approached him step by step. His grey-black eyes seemed to absorb all the light around, unfathomably deep.

He stopped mere centimeters from Yun Zi'an, looked down at him with a calm yet terrifying gaze, his voice resonating like a bass cannon, "A push, an embrace, a fall?"

Yun Zi'an, "..."

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An indescribable silence enveloped them. Even the usually quick-witted Yun Zi'an couldn't think of a way out, his back silently soaked in cold sweat.

Fortunately, Rong Xiao didn't trouble him for long. He just used his well-defined hands to forcefully straighten Yun Zi'an's collar, covering all the exposed chest area completely.

Yun Zi'an could feel the relentless heat emanating from Rong Xiao, his tongue parched due to the proximity.

Rong Xiao removed an emerald brooch from his chest and pinned it on Yun Zi'an's neatly adjusted collar, then smoothed out the wrinkles on the silk robe with his warm palm.

Yun Zi'an's Adam's apple moved uncomfortably, "Rong..."

Rong Xiao cast a final glance at Yun Zi'an and as he left, he asked a nearby security guard, "Room number."

The guard promptly replied, "A888."

Three or four minutes after Rong Xiao had left, Yun Zi'an still stood rigidly in place, the lump in his throat yet to dissipate, feeling as if the air conditioning in the lobby was too intense, like thousands of tiny needles piercing his pores.

The only thought in his mind was — Ying Xiaofeng was right.

His "deceased" husband had indeed crawled out of the grave to strangle him.

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A few minutes later, the middle-aged man hurried out of the restroom, oblivious to what had transpired, and dragged Yun Zi'an towards the private room, "Here we go, right here!"

When Yun Zi'an saw the "A888" sign on the door, it felt like a blow to the face, his mind buzzing, "There must be a mistake!"

"No mistake, no mistake," the middle-aged man exclaimed, "This is the place!"

Yun Zi'an was almost in tears, "Can I not go in?"

"We're already here!" the middle-aged man was insistent, opening the private room door and pushing Yun Zi'an in, "Do a good job!"

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The closing of the door seemed to herald the end of Yun Zi'an's life.

The room was small, yet filled with celebrities. Only the currently popular ones had seats, while the less famous had to stand.

Despite the crowded seating, the main seat in the center was like an isolated island, untouched. Rong Xiao sat on a leather sofa, holding a glass of wine, his legs crossed, expressionless as he watched Yun Zi'an being pushed in.

Under the murderous gaze of his legitimate husband, Yun Zi'an was sweating profusely, opening his mouth several times but unable to utter a word.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rong Xiao inquired in a deep voice, "What are you here for?"

"Uh..." Yun Zi'an, gathering courage, "I came... for a friendly ideological meeting."

As soon as he said this, the entire room of celebrities and models burst into laughter.

"Oh?" Amid the laughter, a playful look appeared in Rong Xiao's eyes. He leaned back against the sofa, "Didn't you just say you came to seduce?"

Yun Zi'an, drenched in cold sweat, "..."

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Just as he racked his brain, even contemplating escape, he saw Rong Xiao remove his suit jacket, which seemed as cold as ice. Underneath, he wore only a white shirt with sleeve garters binding his arms, accentuating his muscular lines.

He unbuttoned the top three buttons from his throat, revealing a glimpse of his pectoral muscles. With his gray-black eyes fixed on Yun Zi'an, a smile played on his lips as he uttered two words —

"Come on."

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