Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I did not buy Zhou Xi a house.

Because he had planted himself in my villa and refused to leave.

Two months later.

I lay there like a dead dog.

Zhou Xi lit a cigar for me.

I said, “I’ll send you into the entertainment industry.”

But unusually, Zhou Xi was not very happy.

He kissed me on the mouth, and I instinctively shivered.

“Thank you, sis.”

“But there’s no rush, right? I still want to stay with sis for a few more days.”

I was in a rush.

Sis was about to ascend to heaven.

Clearly, two months ago, he had been in such a hurry to go.

That day, I gave him a card with three hundred thousand deposited into it regularly.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xi refused it.

“Sis, I don’t want your money. I want you to send me to act.”

Good kid.

He even understood that teaching a man to fish was better than giving him fish.

His luck was truly good. He had latched onto me.

The waters of the entertainment industry ran deep.

Tech magnates, nouveau riche, real estate bosses, and the like were not necessarily useful there.

But the Cui Family had entered this field long ago. We owned an agency that was one of the three giants of the entertainment industry.

At the time, I had answered him, “Depends on your performance.”

I regretted that very much now.

The cigar slipped from my fingers and fell onto the carpet.

When I went to pick it up, the blanket covering me slid down.

The next moment, a hand replaced the blanket and warmed me.

“Sis…”

Zhou Xi’s eyes darkened, and he kissed me again.

I stopped him.

He pouted and looked at me in confusion.

I laughed awkwardly twice and tried to change the subject. “Don’t you have anything else to do?”

For two entire months, he had been clinging to my place.

If he was not in the gym, he was in the audiovisual room studying.

I had wanted to ask him whether he did not need to go to school.

Then I remembered he did not study.

After trying for a few seconds, I finally found an excuse.

“The work on your face… doesn’t it need regular maintenance?”

Zhou Xi rubbed his own face. “Sis, it’s all real. Touch it and see!”

As he spoke, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his high nose, then on his small mouth, then on his chest muscles, his abs…

I yanked my hand back.

“I know. It’s all real, all real.”

I finally understood.

He had tasted the marrow and wanted more.

He was no longer in a hurry to march into the entertainment industry.

He was in a hurry to march into me.

No.

Recently, even Secretary Wang had been looking at me strangely.

Her left cheek said, “from this day forth, the king,” and her right cheek said, “attended no morning court.”

I patted Zhou Xi’s biceps and said, “Tonight, I’ll take you to meet a few directors.”

That night.

I introduced Zhou Xi to an idol-drama director.

Director Zhang gave me plenty of face. “CEO Cui’s younger brother? I will definitely take good care of him.”

“What year are you in?”

Zhou Xi said, “Sophomore year.”

Sophomore?

I was startled. “That young?”

Zhou Xi secretly winked at me. “Not small.”

Me: “…”

Too greasy.

I did not expose the gilding he had added to himself.

Zhou Xi auditioned for a scene on the spot.

Director Zhang gave him the role of the third male lead.

The audition scene was after his character fell for the female lead and locked her in a hotel room to confess.

The female lead rejected him and slapped him.

He had to act out attraction, and act like a domineering CEO.

The script had not been fully finalized, so Zhou Xi had to improvise his lines.

I personally made a friendly appearance, temporarily standing in for the absent female lead.

I sat on the sofa.

Zhou Xi knelt at my feet.

The director called, “Action.”

Zhou Xi’s ingratiating, obedient manner vanished at once.

His peach-blossom eyes fixed intently on me.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. His slender fingers passed through my hair, turning my face directly toward him.

Our eyes met.

His eyes were dark, and a smile that did not reach them curved at his lips.

“Do you have to like that man surnamed Shi?”

“Am I not good enough?”

I did not need to read lines. My job was to play a piece of wood.

But Zhou Xi seemed already to have heard me say, “No.”

His jaw tightened. He let out a cold laugh and leaned in, pressing forward.

“Cui Yuntan, I serve you better than he does, don’t I?”

“Sister, if you see him again, I’ll lock you up.”

He cupped my face, jealousy impossible to suppress in his brows and eyes.