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.

lay back down as though his back had no bones, spreading his hands

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

Gu Yihuan had them both wrapped around his finger as

candy out of her bag,

Seo

boss; I say it’s

a single candy could appease him, and he happily accepted it, “How

bag every time she switched it. She kept them in her office and in the

candy when he

he couldn’t keep secrets to himself and had to share, “There’s a new kid in the

complained of being tired was now eagerly

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a large company was not easy to manage, she was young, and many did not acknowledge her authority, necessitating her attention

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

to see Pang Zijin, surprised, “President Pang, aren’t

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

about the ancestor in the room, “Xiao Huan mentioned wanting to try Liao City’s local

the room

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

the lights were on

heavens but was afraid of the dark. He was still dressed in

“Xiao Huan.”

“Hmm…”

responded groggily without even opening

sleep in

opened his eyes a crack, dazed.

tough to swallow, her head ached, and her stomach 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

saw that it was getting late, and habitually pulled a handful

once more, and Gu Yihuan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Pang Zijin’s

wake you

to warn her off, but the skin his fingertips brushed was cool and covered only a thin,

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