He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 311: 304: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 5 Chapter 311: 304: Gu Yihuan and Pang Zijin Extra Story 5 “I heard people saying that it was you who asked the show’s crew to change your room at the last minute.”

Such self-directed stunts are not uncommon in the entertainment circle. To gain exposure, to create connections, even paparazzi can be “friends.” Pang Zijin didn’t specify, but Miss Ling was smart enough to understand.

Ling Ling bit her lip, gripping the shawl tightly in her hand, “President Pang, with your exalted position and busy schedule, do you even need to bother with such trivial matters as which room your artist is staying next to?”

After all, Gu Yihuan was just one of the many artists under the huge Pang’s banner, and Ling Ling felt Pang Zijin was making a mountain out of a molehill.

“I’m indeed so busy with my large corporation that I’m nearly dead from it. So why would I set up a studio? And care about where he stays and who he associates with?”

Why indeed? Why was she, a group manager, so concerned about Gu Yihuan?

After giving it some thought, Ling Ling had a sudden realization.

“I don’t oppose my artists dating, but as you know, he is good in all aspects, and not just anyone is worthy of him. He can’t bear hardship, and whoever dates him cannot be inferior either, at least,” Pang Zijin paused, pondering slightly, “they should first strive to reach my level.”

Ling Ling felt a chill run down her back; she was an artist without a backer, while Pang Zijin was capital itself.

“I’ll let go of the matter with you arranging for a reporter to take secret photos this time, but don’t let it happen again.”

Ling Ling lowered her head, “Thank you, President Pang.”

The car door shut.

Ling Ling wrapped herself in the shawl and silently returned to her own car, instructing her assistant to turn around and drive away.

It was past nine in the evening by the time Gu Yihuan had finished filming. Farming Bar was an authentic farming show, and he felt like his bones were about to fall apart from exhaustion.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Pang Zijin sitting in the car.

He squeezed into the back seat, stretched out his legs, and lay there listlessly, “Why are you here? To check on me?” He massaged his arms and legs, “I haven’t been slacking off.”

Pang Zijin looked back at him, “Are you stupid?” He had entered the big dyeing vat without any precaution at all.

Gu Yihuan sat up straight, the pampered young master who couldn’t handle the slightest slight immediately flared up, “I’m not stupid.” He fiercely retorted, “You’re the stupid one, stupid Pang San!”

Pang Zijin was rendered speechless by his elementary-school-like insult. She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say to him.

more to say, Gu Yihuan retracted his claws and lay back down as though his back had no bones, spreading

prickly as a hedgehog when angry, but as soon as he knew there was no harm, he

resist this act; Gu Yihuan had them both wrapped around his finger

soft candy out of her bag,

the candy, his eyelids drooping, “Brother Seo said I’m not allowed

boss; I say

to coax due to his simple nature, remembered food but not beatings, a

to it, used to putting candy in her bag every time she switched

liked this candy when

today, do you want to hear it?” His enthusiasm was palpable, and regardless of whether Pang Zijin wanted to listen or not, he couldn’t keep secrets to himself and had to

had complained of being tired was now eagerly sharing the gossip he had

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really was dead busy. Such a large company was not easy to manage, she was young, and many did not acknowledge her authority, necessitating her attention in almost everything. Gu Yihuan was busy too; he

June, with Gu Yihuan set to perform in five shows, with

closed the door and turned around to see Pang

a flight, “I’ll fly to Mi Ya tomorrow,

in the room, “Xiao Huan mentioned wanting to try Liao City’s local delicacies, I’m going

the

Fang took out the room card and handed

dead of night, a man and a woman alone together, but Xiao Fang didn’t feel it was inappropriate. Although he had always believed that the boss wanted to take advantage of his artist, he absolutely trusted the boss’s character. He went to buy specialties

lights were on in

He was still dressed in the sponsor’s

“Xiao Huan.”

“Hmm…”

opening his eyes, knowing who it

sleep in

stood there, casting a shadow down. Gu Yihuan opened his eyes a crack, dazed. He didn’t

feel well. She had intended to ask him about his second album, but it was fine even if she didn’t ask; there would be a team to worry about these matters for her. She just

was getting late, and habitually pulled a handful of candy from her bag, placed it on the table, and

over him once more, and Gu Yihuan suddenly opened his eyes and

wake

her off, but the skin his fingertips brushed was cool and covered only a thin, delicate layer around slender bones. He

the music festival, he had drunk, and his mind was a tangled mess, his eyelids so heavy they were half-open, half-closed. His actions and words were