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 | 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 sthought, 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.

“Ill 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 tGu 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.

Seeing that Pang Zijin had nothing more to say, Gu Yihuan retracted his claws and lay back down as though his

back had no bones, spreading his hands listlessly, “Don’t scoldanymore, I'm so tired.”

This ancestor would be as prickly as a hedgehog when angry, but as soon as he knew there was no harm, he

knew how to act coy.

Pang Zijin, like Xie Shang, couldn't resist this act; Gu Yihuan had them both wrapped around his finger as soon as

he acted spoiled.

She dug a soft candy out of her bag, “Here, for you.”

He stared at the candy, his eyelids drooping, “Brother Seo said I'm not allowed to eat anything after nine.”

“I'm the boss; | say it's okay.”

Gu Yihuan was easy to coax due to his simple nature, remembered food but not beatings, a single candy could

appease him, and he happily accepted it, “How cyou always have candy.”

She had gotten used to it, used to putting candy in her bag every tshe switched it. She kept them in her

office and in the car too.

He liked this candy when he was little.

“I learned a secret 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 share, “There's a new kid in the

entertainment industry! It’s Wang Yueyang; he has an illegitimate son in junior high! Guess who the mother is...”

The one who had complained of being tired was now eagerly sharing the gossip he had heard.

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After dealing with the issue involving Gu Yihuan, Pang Zijin took another trip. She hadn't lied to Ling Ling; she

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 joined

a singing show and also had to attend a Youth Music Festival, flying from city to city.

The touring music festival ran from April to June, with Gu Yihuan set to perform in five shows, with the Liao City

show having just concluded that evening.

Xiao Fang quietly closed the door and turned around to see Pang Zijin, surprised, “President Pang, aren't you

abroad?”

Pang Zijin had just gotten off a flight, “I'll fly to Mi Ya tomorrow, stopping over here for a transfer.”

Xiao Fang uttered a sound of realization, knowing that the boss was worried about the ancestor in the room,

“Xiao Huan mentioned wanting to try Liao City’s local delicacies, I'm going to buy sfor him now.”

“Givethe room card.”

Xiao Fang took out the room card and handed it to Pang Zijin.

In the 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 for his ancestors with complete peace of mind.

All the lights were on in the room.

Gu Yihuan feared nothing under the heavens but was afraid of the dark. He was still dressed in the sponsor's

performance outfit, had not removed his stage makeup, and had fallen asleep on the couch.

“Xiao Huan.”

“Hmm...”

He responded groggily without even opening his eyes, knowing who it was.

“Go sleep in the bed.”

The light was blocked, and Pang Zijin stood there, casting a shadow down. Gu Yihuan opened his eyes a crack,

dazed. He didn’t get up. Instead, he got grumpy about being woken and shifted position, grumbling at her not to

make noise.

Pang Zijin sat on the single couch next to him, still not adjusted to the tdifference, and with airplane food

being 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 be a team to worry about these matters for her.

She just hadn't seen him for half a month and wanted to check on him.

She sat for a while, saw that it was getting late, and habitually pulled a handful of candy from her bag, placed it

on the table, and then got up to leave.

The shadow fell over him once more, and Gu Yihuan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Pang Zijin’s hand.

“Did | wake you up?”

“Are you trying to seduce me?” he pinched her wrist, initially to warn her off, but the skin his fingertips brushed

was cool and covered only a thin, delicate layer around slender bones. He unconsciously lessened his grip.

After 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 controlled by instincts.

“Give up on that thought; | won't let you seduce me.”

Pang Zijin's eyelids drooped, her gaze quiet and distracted, “Idiot.”

“You're insultingnow?”

“I'm pursuing you.”

He opened his eyes wide, fixedly staring for a few seconds before slowly closing them again, turning over,

hugging a pillow, burying his head in it, and continuing to sleep.

Pang Zijin suspected that what he had just said was either drunken talk or sleep talk.

He held the pillow, sleeping for a while, annoyed by the pendant on his necklace that made him uncomfortable

even in his sleep. Without waking, he kept reaching to tug at it irritably.

Pang Zijin leaned over, gently helping him remove his necklace.

Seo Cheng entered the room just in tto witness this scene.

“President Pang, it's too obvious.”

Pang Zijin liked Gu Yihuan; Seo Cheng had realized that with the incident involving Miss Ling last time. Whatever

involved Gu Yihuan, Pang Zijin, no matter how busy, would personally oversee everything from announcements

to his diet. Gu Yihuan had reached the peak the moment he debuted, his career smooth sailing without the

slightest hiccup. This wasn’t something just attributed to good luck; it was a starry path paved with mountains of

gold and silver by Pang Zijin.

Gu Yihuan didn’t understand financial calculations, but Seo Cheng did. No boss would invest like this unless profit

was not the actual goal.

The next morning, or more precisely at five in the morning, Gu Yihuan ran into Pang Zijin in the hotel restaurant.

She had only a sandwich and a coffee with her luggage beside her seat. The sandwich barely eaten, she was

heads-down, dealing with company emails.

Gu Yihuan left Xiao Fang and sat down opposite her. At this hour, nearly no one was in the restaurant; he wasn’t

worried about being recognized and took off his sunglasses.

“Did you clast night?”

Pang Zijin briefly looked up, then continued with her work, “Yeah.”

“You were in my room?”

“Yeah.”

How could she be so calm!

Before Gu Yihuan could even ask, his ears reddened. He looked around and stammered, “You, you...” he faltered,

“are you... are you...”

Pang Zijin looked up, composed, “Pursuing you?” Her gaze direct and unflinching, “Yes, I'm pursuing you.”