After Liu Zhao was invited, Fan Jialuo prepared to take the elevator back to the lounge. The recording time had been changed from 9:30 to 10:30, because Liu Zhao had just received a notice and was still on his way. After arriving, he had to do make-up and styling, and an hour was not long enough.
The elevator door opened. Fan Jialuo raised his eyes to look, but he could not help but freeze. A slender man stood in the middle of the elevator with several tall bodyguards surrounding him, showing his star-studded position. The man’s expression was both peaceful and leisurely, as if he had long since grown accustomed to this kind of treatment. He held a pair of sunglasses and spun them back and forth, and his peach blossom eyes looked askance at Fan Jialuo. His lips hooked up into a smile and he asked, “Yo, isn’t our great psychic, Teacher Fan? What a coincidence, we even met here, come in, come in, come in.”
He hooked his fingers and looked very enthusiastic, but his posture when greeting someone was like teasing a dog.
Fan Jialuo calmly looked at him for a few seconds, and finally walked into the elevator. His expression, which was always light and breezy, had actually collapsed at this moment. This man’s appearance was very similar to one of his deceased friends, and involuntarily evoked many memories. Those fragmented images spun around his mind, before finally condensing into a pair of teary eyes. Those eyes gazed at him quietly while lying in a pool of blood. A flash of teardrops seemed to drip down, but the eyes suddenly bent into a cold smile.
Fan Jialuo closed his eyes and dispelled these memories. When he looked at the young man again, he found that the other party’s smile and curved eyebrows were very similar to that person.
“Your surname is Zhang?” Fan Jialuo asked tentatively.
“Yes,” the man’s attitude seemed very enthusiastic as he introduced himself, “My name is Zhang Yang. Teacher Fan, you should have heard of me?”
Zhang Yang, the man standing behind Su Fengxi. Fan Jialuo was enlightened, and the cold color in his eyes intensified, while a powerful magnetic field quietly wrapped his body, vaguely exuding a regal might. The several bodyguards around the man somehow felt uneasy. While extending their hands into the insides of the coats to pull out their guns, they all looked around vigilantly. They were all mercenaries, and they were very sensitive to danger.
However, the man was acting like an ordinary person. He just stared at Fan Jialuo’s face and smiled, as if he was ignorant about the magnetic field quietly changing around him. Seeing that the elevator was about to arrive, he suddenly spoke, “Teacher Fan, Su Fengxi is recording a song on the ninth floor, are you interested in listening to it?” Although his mouth said Teacher Fan, his attitude was never respectful, but instead had the attitude of a cat coldly teasing a mouse.
Fan Jialuo was not a person who would back down, and nodded with a smile. “Okay.”
The two walked out of the elevator side by side and entered the recording studio without exchanging further words. Su Fengxi really was recording a song. After not seeing her for a long time, her appearance seemed to be a bit more glamorous, and her voice was like music from an immortal of the nine heavens, which made the several producers listening all mesmerized. They could hardly point out her faults and kept nodding, their gazes full of appreciation and admiration.
Seeing Fan Jialuo, the smile on Su Fengxi’s face could not help but stiffen, but she quickly adjusted it and replaced it with a soft smile. She raised her jaw slightly, looking at him in askance, before curving the corners of her eyes as if she favored him greatly. However, a cold look passed through the depths of her pupils.
As the cold look dissipated, she closed her eyes, put on her headphones, and began to sing. The sound waves rose up one step at a time to form countless conic spikes that shot toward Fan Jialuo. If the secret confrontation could make a sound, the people present would be pierced by the whistling of the arrows raining from the sky. But even if they couldn’t hear anything, the resonance formed by these waves was enough to affect their bodies, causing their blood and brains to gradually heat up.
Soon after, the boiling would cause these people to lose their minds, and then try to kill themselves. In order to show her strength to Fan Jialuo, Su Fengxi could brutalize anyone without a care in the world. She was crazy. She thought that she had finally become a giant whale that could swim freely in the vast universe. The giant whale had no natural enemy, and the person who once made her tremble with fear was just a speck of dust at this time. If it wasn’t for him, she might have never known that the scenery at the peak was so beautiful.
Su Fengxi’s treble finally climbed to the limit. Several producers had already covered their heads and started groaning, but they were suddenly soothed by a soft power. A young man took a few steps, standing in front of the transparent glass window, and gazed at the woman who was singing with cold and sharp eyes.
Su Fengxi also opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile. The two didn’t exchange a single word throughout, but seemed to have exhausted thousands of words. Suddenly, the thick soundproof glass separating them began to crack. These cracks slowly spread, and then the glass shattered. The huge explosion scared everyone.
Everyone screamed and dodged away, with exclamations wondering what was happening and shocked expressions. Only Su Fengxi and Fan Jialuo still stood face to face, not dodging, and even their eyelashes not trembling. The flying glass shards were blocked by an intangible wall as soon as they hit them. They were the people closest to danger, but they were unharmed.
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“Well, everything is fine,” Fan Jialuo said lightly.
“What do you think of me now?” Su Fengxi stretched out her arms and turned a circle in a graceful manner, as if showing off her increasingly charming figure.
However, Fan Jialuo knew what she was asking, shook his head, and said, “I’m sorry, this world still does not belong to you.”
Su Fengxi gritted her teeth and wanted to get angry, but suddenly realized that her emotions had been controlled by the other party. This was a taboo of a confrontation of divine thoughts. She immediately gathered her expression and flirtatiously ruffled the hair framing her face, letting out an arrogant snort.
Fan Jialuo also chuckled softly before turning to leave, stepping on the glass shards scattered over the ground.
Strangely, while everyone else was either attacked or protected by the two’s magnetic fields, only Zhang Yang was like an outsider, leaning against the door and watching with a smile. He was completely indifferent to their magnetic fields. Seeing Fan Jialuo walking towards him, he moved to the side to give way, but then suddenly approached the other party’s ear, whispering teasingly, “Teacher Fan, I know what you are. I’ll release a prophecy for you, so remember—You will die by my hands sooner or later.” He opened his fist and made a crushing motion.
Fan Jialuo glanced at him with a deep gaze and walked away. He took the elevator down to the second floor and walked until he reached an unoccupied staircase, before slowly leaning against the wall with a stoic expression. Within a short period of time, his eardrums and nose began to seep blood, and his mouth was full of the flavor of rust. Due to the intense magnetic field collision, he was injured, and some of his internal organs might have been shattered.
Su Fengxi had really become stronger. In a very short period of time, she had raised her strength to a completely different level. This leap was by no means as simple as breaking through a bottleneck, but rather, it was a transformation from one species to another. The thing in her body was completely incapable of doing it, so there are other forces behind her.
Fan Jialuo looked at his black shirt with a gratified expression on his face, because he could silently clean up himself without alerting anyone. He wiped his nose on his sleeves, wiped away the blood at his ears and temples, and then walked out with unhurried, steady steps.
No one could detect his true feelings from his quiet and indifferent eyebrows, and he seemed to have grown used to enduring all pain in silence. He walked into the restroom, cleaning himself up again in the mirror to make sure he appeared normal, and returned to the lounge.
“You will also go to the show later, and participate in the spiritual profiling,” he said to the man who had been waiting for a long time.
“What?” The man quickly stood up, but there was only surprise on his face, not the nervousness of suddenly being asked to appear before a camera.
“I will talk to the director. You just need to sit on the chair, you don’t need to say a word.” Fan Jialuo opened the door and walked into the room adjacent to the lounge. “I want to sleep for a while, so make yourself at home. Someone will take you to somewhere else later, and then explain the process to you, is that okay with you?”
“That’s fine, but why do I need to go on the show?” The man still couldn’t figure out the situation. He seemed to be here to ask for help, instead of being an attraction for the show?
“The person who will record the show with you is Liu Zhao.” Fan Jialuo silenced the other with just one sentence. The other person froze for a while before he nodded. “Okay, I understand.” He looked at the young man, and his gaze was full of awe and gratitude. “Did you see it long ago? You specially brought that person here, didn’t you? Thank you, really, thank you, for three days, you are the only person who is willing to believe in me. No one listened to a single word of my explanation, and even I am not sure what happened…”
The man couldn’t say any more. He cried, covering his face and gritting his teeth, in a restrained yet heartbreaking manner. He thought he had come across a dead end …
Fan Jialuo shook his head and sighed, and then closed the door to the room.
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Ten minutes later, several staff members took the man to another small room to wait. At the same time, Liu Zhao also arrived at the TV station, and was currently doing his styling.
Song Rui asked the crew to turn on the camera in the room, and then transferred the picture to the large screen of the observation room. These cameras were originally used to shoot behind the scenes footage, but they had now become a tool for his observation.
“Do you see the problem?” Song Rui tapped on the table with his knuckles, with an interested smile.
“No, what’s the problem with the two of them?” Song Wennun stared at the screen for a while, and wrinkled her eyebrow. “I don’t know if it is just me, but I feel that Liu Zhao’s condition is poor. He seems to have gotten a little uglier?”
Liu Zhao’s appearance could be regarded as the top of the entertainment circle where handsome men and women gathered. His appearance was very delicate, but not feminine. His eyebrows were a little light, so he looked good in all makeup, and could act as anyone. He had two memorable attributes. One was his eyes, bright, deep, and sharp, but without losing their soft tolerance. His quiet gaze was beautiful. The second was his temperament, elegant, calm, but also noble.
He was originally a normal person, and he was able to cultivate to this extent by virtue of his own efforts. He had finally become one of the strongest backgrounds in the entertainment industry from a small person with no background, which was why Song Wennuan said that he was the type of person who stood on top of the mountain. This not only referred to his reputation, but it also referred to his ability.
However, today’s Liu Zhao didn’t have that elegance and indifference. He stared at himself in the mirror, with a weird smile at the corners of his mouth, and his fingers kept touching the hair at his forehead, seeming to be dissatisfied with his styling.
“Comb it back,” he ordered the stylist.
“Teacher Liu, the clothing you’re wearing today is a lazy and casual style, which is not suitable for combing your hair back,” the stylist quickly tried to dissuade him.
“I don’t care about what style you want, I want to comb my hair back. This face of mine will look good with any hairstyle.” Liu Zhao picked up the comb and gel cream himself, and combed back the hair that the stylist had managed to make messy and stylish.
The circle of people around him were all watching him with looks of disbelief. This was the elegant, charming, and polite Emperor Liu from the rumors? It wasn’t even close!
The strange man who sat next to Liu Zhao sat quietly in front of the cosmetic table, letting the stylist take care of him. Occasionally, he would help hand over some tools and say a few words. His conversation was always centered around the latest fashion, and he was very insightful, causing the stylist to frequently let out a pleasant laughter. His sitting posture was very elegant and his expression was very relaxed, not like an ordinary person who had never recorded the show.
But even so, Song Wennuan didn’t see any problems, only muttering, “I didn’t expect Liu Zhao to be such a person in private, not tasteful at all. Holy shit, he even refused to wear the high fashion outfit that our stylist prepared for him, and wants to wear this big red suit, is he blind? Don’t all the designers who cooperate with him say that his aesthetics are good? This can be considered good? Rumors really can’t be trusted!”
Song Rui stared at her for a while, completely at a loss as to how she ignored the obvious details and came to such a superficial conclusion. However, he seemed to have forgotten that the details signaling an answer to him meant nothing to many ordinary people.
He retracted his gaze like he was looking at a fool, and looked at the computer screen again.
Both men on the split screens had already been styled and were being briefed on the episode. The strange man asked a few key questions, but Liu Zhao just nodded and agreed. At the end, he asked impatiently, “Didn’t the director say she wanted to match the lines and script with Fan Jialuo? Where is he?”
“He will come soon, please wait a moment,” the staff smiled and answered, and then looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. The recording time was almost here. There was no need to review a script on this show, and there were no such lines. Everything was real.
However, Liu Zhao didn’t know, so he was continuously cursing, “What bullshit psychics, they’re a group of scammers! When the hell is he coming? His fame is even bigger than mine, and his background is good ah, even a movie star has to wait for him. Damn, what kind of world is this? Just wait for me to find out who his background is, I will make him kneel down and call me his father!”
The staff could smile politely at first, but later became expressionless. Listen to this, is there any quality left? He was noble, a film emperor, and had ten thousand fans, it was all just a big fart!
As the two were spitting on people, a beautiful and elegant woman suddenly pushed open the door of the lounge and asked, “Why didn’t you notify me before coming to record the program?”
Another woman with a beautiful and imposing appearance then walked into the lounge, ridiculing, “He can do whatever he wants, does he need to ask you? Liu Zhao, am I right?” She raised her eyebrows and smiled at the man in a charming manner.
Liu Zhao, who was originally in a dilemma between the left and right women, immediately grew biased towards the glamorous woman, and said with a shameful expression, “Yes, yes, Qin Qin is right in everything she says.”
The soft and beautiful woman’s complexion grew pale, but she stood still without leaving. She gritted her teeth and said, “Dong Qin, don’t get involved in our couple’s affairs, you leave right away! Otherwise, I will tell reporters that you are destroying our husband and wife’s relationship as a third party.”
Dong Qin was unmoved, but Liu Zhao raised his eyebrows, seeming to be angry.
The soft woman immediately blocked his words, “If you want to let your reputation be tarnished and your career to be damaged, you can just let her stay! Anyway, I can still get a huge share of property after the divorce, and I don’t care about making a big deal out of it.”
Liu Zhao, who had always been very opinionated, grew scared. He withdrew his anger and his eyes narrowed, rubbing his hands together in a way that looked both obscene and cowardly. “Qin Qin, why don’t you go out first?”
Dong Qin gave him a deep look, and in the end she turned around, slamming the door harshly.
The name of the delicate woman was Gao Qianqian, and the glamorous woman was Dong Qin. When Liu Zhao had just debuted, the two had been with him, but Gao Qianqian’s status was very low. She was just a living assistant who helped Liu Zhao by running back and forth doing miscellaneous tasks, while Dong Qin was the industry’s famous Iron Lady, a gold medal agent who was very capable.
At that time, the three had many scandals because of emotional disputes. Dong Qin loved passionately in a high-profile manner, while Gao Qianqian loved with humility and patience. The public thought that Liu Zhao would choose Dong Qin, whose status rivaled himself. After all, the other party’s family was prominent and could greatly help him to expand his career. However, what was unexpected was not just how he married Gao Qianqian in the end, but also his deep love and devotion to her. Over a year, he would only shoot one move, and the rest of the time he would accompany his wife at home, simply a model husband.
This is also one of the reasons why Liu Zhao was so popular with the public. But now, the scene he just showed was very much inconsistent with the rumors!
This farce seemed to be a peach-colored dispute between two women competing for one man. While Song Wennuan and the others watched in fascination, Song Rui knew that the truth of the matter wasn’t like that at all, so he laughed with even more interest
I bet once Song Rui saw Fan Jialuo he will know that he was hurt at a glance. I’m looking forward to their interactions already. lol
Thank you for the update!!
Ahhh this fake is tarnishing Liu Zhao’s reputation
Thanks for the chapter~~
Ahhh this fake is tarnishing Liu Zhao’s reputation
Thanks for the chapter~~
Ty for the chapter!!!