Chapter 53: He Refused to Yield and Insisted on Overpowering Me

"Zhou Yili!"

With a voice brimming with anger, the agent stormed through the top floor corridor, heading straight for the office with a menacing air—

The main culprit was following CP fans’ super topic.

He really had the nerve.

He truly did!

“Calm down, bro,” Xiao Mo trailed behind, attempting to console him to no avail. “My brother just did what every CP shipper dreams of doing but doesn’t dare…”

“CP shipping?”

The agent’s instincts for the pulse of popularity were razor-sharp.

Xiao Mo replied innocently, “That’s right, that’s right.”

The agent retorted with merciless sarcasm, “Even the great Film Emperor Shen doesn’t have time for him, and he’s still trying to play up a CP!”

The agent had been the one to bring Zhou Yili into the industry, witnessing every step of his journey over the past four years.

At first, he thought he’d struck gold.

Zhou Yili debuted at the very peak, unleashing a frenzy that swept through the music world like a storm; overnight, everyone knew the name of this devilish newcomer.

Some said it was the influence of a young master stirring up the entertainment circle.

The agent knew better—this was an aura unique to Zhou Yili.

Some people are born to dazzle; as long as he stood there, the world itself seemed to ignite for him.

And just when he thought Zhou Yili would carry him to heights he’d never even dreamed of—

This young master came out publicly.

“I’m gay.”

Three simple words sealed off every road ahead of him.

“Are you out of your mind?” The agent had been furious then. “You’re digging your own grave, cutting off your future—do you even understand?”

The youth’s hair was dyed black with streaks of blue, glinting with gold leaf among the strands, a black diamond earring sparkling on his cartilage. He turned his languid gaze sideways at the agent.

“So what?”

“…”

The agent began to suspect that Zhou Yili simply did not care about his career.

This little wolf had his own reasons for stepping into the spotlight.

The agent said, “I’m so disappointed in you.”

He wasn’t the only one—during that period, half the female fans Zhou Yili had painstakingly gathered all left.

But as soon as his new song dropped, the young master still swept every major chart with unstoppable force.

The agent returned, admitting, “Yili, you’re my god.”

“Which boy do you like? I’ll introduce you.”

Sometimes, terrifying talent is more valuable in showbiz than the perfect persona.

Zhou Yili was not surprised; his confidence and pride were innate.

He pointed to the screen at random. “Him.”

The agent saw the nation’s top star in an immaculate white suit—Shen Jixing.

At that time, Shen Jixing was at his zenith; whenever he appeared, crowds erupted—he was a superstar among superstars.

The agent smiled. “Dream on. You dare to think of Shen Jixing?”

This boy was surely sent by the heavens to torment him.

“I do dare,” Zhou Yili seemed to relish Shen Jixing’s unattainable status, a bittersweet ripple swelling in his heart at the thought that he had once belonged to him. “I want only him.”

The agent didn’t bother to shatter his daydreams.

“There’s an official celebration banquet tonight. Shen Jixing will be there. At most, I’ll bring you over to say hello.”

Who could have predicted that, after he stepped out to take a call, the entire private room would be turned upside down upon his return.

He vaguely heard the final exchange between them.

“Is this necessary?”

It was Zhou Yili’s voice.

The agent had always thought of him as willful and arrogant, a golden child untouched by hardship, but he had never seen him so lost and helpless.

“If you don’t like me, I’ll stop bothering you.”

Blood trickled down from the blue-dyed tips of his hair. Not long ago, he had stood on a stage under the adoration of thousands.

“Was it really necessary to go this far…”

Zhou Yili’s head throbbed; his vision swam, yet he still stubbornly sought an answer.

“Do you hate me that much?”

The agent’s steps stalled.

He heard Shen Jixing’s cold, detached voice, devoid of any emotion: “Yes. Don’t bother me again.”

The young man’s lashes trembled as he lowered his eyes, blood staining his face. His lips moved, as if trying to force a smile, to reclaim his usual proud and reckless expression.

But he couldn’t.

The thick air reeked of blood; the floor was scattered with shards of glass, sparkling dully. He lost consciousness and collapsed forward.

Shen Jixing caught him.

He released the bloodied fragments from his palm, gently wrapped an arm around Zhou Yili’s shoulders, and in the cover of night, gazed down at the wounded little lion in his arms with unreadable eyes.

“Don’t come near me again, Zhou Yili.”

…

“You never know,” Xiao Mo said. “My brother is so handsome, and my idol is a breathtaking beauty. Their looks are a match made in heaven!”

The agent had witnessed that blood-soaked scene with his own eyes.

He knew better than anyone—these two were impossible.

“I see you’re still dreaming. Snap out of it—” The agent pushed open the office door, but his words trailed off in shock.

He stared at the scene before him, jaw dropping.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the black leather sofa, Zhou Yili lounged in his silvery-gray suit from the shoot, pinned down and lazily tilting his head back, a mischievous, languid smile curling his lips.

And the icy, aloof beauty from his memories—

Long legs pressed against Zhou Yili’s waist, looming over him with a glare as cold and furious as frost.

Then their gazes froze. The air itself seemed to stop.

Both looked toward the door, where the agent and assistant stood.

Zhou Yili recovered first, his blue-streaked hair swaying as he spoke at a leisurely pace:

“Uh-oh.”

Shen Jixing’s fingers, still clutching his tie, stiffened.

Fortunately, he’d been through enough to keep his composure. He cleared his throat, trying to sound calm. “Don’t misunderstand, we’re just—”

“Starlight Spark!” Xiao Mo suddenly shrieked at a piercing volume.

He clapped both hands over his head, swaying in disbelief. “Did I ship the wrong pair? Did I? Is this the day even I get my CP wrong?”

The agent’s expression was complicated. “Damn it, I shipped Starlight Spark too…”

Shen Jixing: “?”

You two?

“You didn’t ship wrong,” Zhou Yili drawled, his tone careless. “He was being stubborn and insisted on pinning me down. I’m just humoring him for free…”

Shen Jixing clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes sharp and cold. “Shut up.”

He tried to explain again, looking up, “Don’t listen to him, it’s not—”

The office door slammed shut.

Footsteps retreated, accompanied by Xiao Mo’s maniacal laughter. “I was right! Wahahaha—bro, come on, laugh with me!”

The agent: “Ha. Ha.”

The two of them shambled away like zombies.

Shen Jixing exhaled deeply, coldly fixing his gaze on the man beneath him.

He truly couldn’t fathom how a perfectly civil conversation, with them sitting on opposite sides just moments ago, had devolved into this.

“Had enough of pinning me down?” Zhou Yili lazily lifted his eyes to look at him. Shen Jixing pressed his lips together, glaring in annoyance, unmoved.

Zhou Yili bent his long legs, easily flipping him off balance.

“If you’re satisfied, get off me. Don’t crush me to bits.”