Chapter 8.1

Yan Zhao looked at the two people, both pale with fear. Glancing at the security guard running towards them, without hesitation, he got off the car and kicked Cao Zhicheng!

The other party was startled, his legs went weak, struggling to stand was already using all his strength. Now, being kicked, he had no resistance, falling flat on the ground, gritting his teeth.

In fact, Yan Zhao wanted to imitate the way delinquents confront others, maybe throw a threatening gesture or something. But in this urgent situation, it’s better to do more and show off less. He quickly pulled Ying Hongyu and stuffed him into the car.

It wasn’t a heroic act performed by a human being.

Sitting inside the metal box, it felt like an extra layer of armor on his skin.

Cao Zhicheng recovered and stumbled towards them, his hands on the car hood, and his eyes bloodshot.

The security guard also caught up, standing in front of the car, but was fiercely pushed away by Cao Zhicheng.

Cao Zhicheng spat at the security guard, “Useless!” Another slap on the car hood, teeth clenched, “Keep crashing! I dare you!”

The competitive nature of males often leads them into dangerous situations, but the instinct for survival is the most difficult to resist among all instincts.

In the dim parking lot, Yan Zhao’s eyes were so dark that no other color could be found. He bit his lip, exerted force under his feet, and the nanny car’s engine roared like a beast. The wheels turned, crashing forward!

He didn’t think that this incompetent and enraged scum could possess the ability to resist instinct. If he did, it must be due to his underdeveloped motor skills, unable to evade!

Cao Zhicheng initially thought that no matter how bold Chen Yaojin was, he wouldn’t dare to hit someone. However, he didn’t expect the pushing force from the front to increase rapidly.

At this moment, the control of the body finally shifted from the lower body to the brain. Cao Zhicheng could no longer focus on beauty, so he could only awkwardly hide to the side.

“You lunatic!” He shouted loudly at the departing beaten-up car, “Just wait for me, I’m going to kill you!”

The screeching sound of tires against the ground echoed, and the car made a U-turn, rushing towards him again!

“Aaaaahhh!” Cao Zhicheng was scared and crawled to the side. The car stopped in front of him, the window slid down, and a young man with sunglasses pursed his lips. With a flip of his wrist, he gave Cao Zhicheng a contemptuous gesture, thumb inverted.

Coward.

Closing the window, Yan Zhao tossed the sunglasses aside. Like a victorious male lion after a brawl, he confidently drove away in the nanny car.

In the rearview mirror, the young man who looked like a stone sculpture moved, hugged his knees tightly, and his neck drooped down, like a dying swan.

“Are you okay?” Yan Zhao asked, “Regardless of whether you’re okay or not, tell me your home address now.”

Ying Hongyu quietly reported an address, and Yan Zhao opened the navigation. The location was exactly opposite to his own home.

Late at night is the time for the legendary car activities at Mount Akina^[1]Mt. Haruna, the mountain was made famous in the manga series Initial D under the fictional name Akina (秋名), where the main character, Takumi Fujiwara, delivers tofu every day to a hotel uphill, … Continue reading! However, he didn’t dare to be a prominent racer in this bustling area. He could only be a slow-moving turtle, paddling through the sea of cars.

Ying Hongyu was drugged by Director Cao, and his entire body felt limp. Yan Zhao had to support him upstairs, placing him on the bed and covering him with a blanket.

‘I’m practically acting like a loving father’. Yan Zhao was startled by his own thoughts, realizing that the role of the caring father should be played by someone else.

He asked, “Where’s your manager?”

Ying Hongyu stared at the ceiling, chuckled coldly, and muttered, “Dead.”

Yan Zhao: “…” Bullshit, Qiu Chengtian clearly said he met him in the restroom.

It’s not uncommon for celebrities to have conflicts with their manager. Yan Zhao has also changed several managers for various reasons. Ultimately, it all comes down to the word “interest.”

“Rest well then.” He turned off the light, closed the door, and in the moment when the room was completely devoured by the door gap, a faint ‘thank you’ came through.

As expected, when he returned to the villa, the calendar should have turned a page.

No lights were on inside, silent and pitch-dark, with all the furniture covered in black gauze.

The courage that he had just shown while kicking and hitting Director Cao vanished instantly. Yan Zhao turned on the light, saw nothing unusual in the foyer, and finally relaxed his tense shoulders.

He quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, and headed for bed. There was still an advertisement to shoot tomorrow…

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he walked forward. Just as he stepped out of the foyer, he suddenly noticed someone sitting on the sofa!

The nerves suddenly tensed up and then relaxed.

Shen Yuanting…

Yan Zhao had gotten used to living alone. Even though he had been living here for a while, there were still occasional moments when he felt the illusion of solitude. After all, he was very busy, and Shen Yuanting was even busier.

Many nights, he would shoot until late, and the study’s light would still be on. When he woke up in the morning, Shen Yuanting had already left, leaving behind a breakfast with steam still rising.

By the way, he hadn’t found a new housekeeper yet. So, who made breakfast? Was it Snail Girl?^[2]Snail Girl is a character from Chinese Folktales. It’s tells about a farmer pick up a large snail in the field, took it home, and raised it carefully in the water tank. One day, the farmer went to … Continue reading

The breakfast varied in style and tasted good. Yan Zhao didn’t think it could be Shen Yuanting’s masterpiece.

White moonlight making soup for him with his fair hands would make Ning Yunfan furious.

Yan Zhao squatted down, picked up Wang Zai who was spinning around at his feet, and sat down beside Shen Yuanting.

Shen Yuanting glanced at him sideways, with a deep shade of blue in his eyes.

In fact, he has always had it, but this person looks like a foul. He had dark circles, but they were the VIP deluxe version of dark circles. Instead of making him look tired, they added a touch of vitality, preventing him from maintaining the immortal posture of “I’ve been sleeping in an ice coffin for a hundred years.”

Yan Zhao scratched Wang Zai’s chin and asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping? Are you waiting for me?”

The emphasis was on the first sentence, the second was just a casual question. When he said it, he didn’t think too much. He wasn’t that shameless yet.

Shen Yuanting blinked slowly, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

He made a low “Hmm.”