From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 69: The Predator’s Patience Wears Thin l +18

No, for the sake of his future and the potential of a prosperous life, Sian knew he had to do at least some.

In his mind, he did not want to be left with the work of that frivolous company, but he could not bring himself to turn down the chance to participate in the entertainment program—any type. The opportunity to tread into the limelight, however unlikely to unfamiliar surroundings, was just too tempting to eschew, and he made up his mind to grab it.

Sian’s approach proved to be relatively straightforward yet with the passion of youthful eagerness.

Step one: Have his face become a household name across TV screens nationally.

Step two: Exhibit his unique talent in raw passion and charisma.

Step three: Secure a record deal with a top music label, overnight sensation as a solo singer.

Working as a group was not for him. Sian liked the idea of working alone, pouring his thoughts and emotions into his songs and composing melodies that said everything about what he’d been through. freewebnσvel.cøm

His strategy was plain—he wanted to cultivate his stardom over the period of the next two or three years with all the care possible, and afterwards, having achieved recognition, live on in contentment off royalties paid on his albums.

It all looked so easy so within his grasp.

Feeling a wave of satisfaction overwhelm him, Sian eagerly detailed his grand plan to Lan Qisheng, an old, seasoned mentor rich in experience.

As Sian narrated, the edges of his mouth turned upward into a radiant smile, a reflection of his youthful imagination.

Lan Qisheng listened with silent interest, his countenance a mixture of fascination and concern. He watched the idealistic young man, so completely caught up in his vision as if surrounded by an ethereal aura of fantasy. After a pause, the older man exhaled a deep breath, acknowledging the burdens of reality that lay ahead of him.

As long as Lan Qisheng was behind Sian, he was determined to lead the boy through the twists and turns of this tricky labyrinth called the music world, providing him with a fighting chance to realize his dreams.

In theory, Sian’s plan was perfect; it was feasible on paper.

Yet, the harsh truth was that human society was woven with a tapestry of complex norms and expectations—an intricate web that ensnared even the most determined souls. Many things that seemed self-evident to those raised amidst these social intricacies were as foreign to Sian as the stars in the sky. He had emerged from a world ravaged by chaos and despair, a post-apocalyptic landscape where survival was governed solely by the most primal of instincts.

In the realm he once called home, the only law that truly mattered was the merciless law of the jungle.

Navigating the choppy waters of this new society would be a formidable challenge for Sian, a venture filled with uncertainty.

Yet deep down, the question lingered: would he ever truly belong in this world, or would he remain an eternal outsider, forever disconnected from the rules that governed those around him?

Hearing Lan Qisheng’s reassuring words, a small smile passed across Sian’s lips, and he felt a temporary sense of comfort enshroud him as he went to bed after dinner.

Lying under the warm, cosy blankets, a trembling thought entered his mind—a reminder of the oath that he had almost allowed to slip into oblivion. He had vowed to seek revenge on those who had wronged the original Sian, and now the universe appeared to have conspired to provide him with the perfect chance.

His sharp eyes narrowed recalling Song Zijian’s face when he had heard that Sian would be making a guest appearance on a show shortly. The look of terror on Song’s face had been such a delightful sight to behold. It was as plain as day: the man was petrified of being overshadowed, of Sian showing the world his true face.

And that was precisely what Sian intended to do.

Grousing to himself, Sian burrowed deeper into the cosy embrace of the blankets after his scalding shower, the mist still suspended in the air.

"Song Zijian, Angel Group members, and all Jiang Hangyu’s entertainment company people... Just wait. Soon enough, I’ll make you all regret each moment you laid your hands on Sian."

There was a satanic smile curled on the edges of his lips, a menacing flash in his eyes.

If Jiang Hangyu was foolish enough to have all of them on a single stage, it would be the perfect condition for Sian to let loose his plan.

At that moment Lan Qisheng crept into the bed with practiced stealth, his bulk a comforting presence beside Sian. He looked at the boy’s back for a moment or two, watching the way the blanket clung to his spare form, before succumbing to temptation and gently pulling him closer.

He paused, attempting to listen. From the rhythmic sound of Sian’s breathing, it was clear he hadn’t yet fallen asleep.

Observing how there was no resistance, Lan Qisheng’s temerity had its way. His hand inched beneath Sian’s shirt, resting against the smooth, warm skin of his belly, touching the gentle rise and fall with every breath.

He hesitated again, thinking of how this would be interpreted.

When Sian gave no response, a tempest of suppressed excitement flared inside the big, tender man.

For two long months, Colonel Lan had shared a bed with Sian, yet he found himself in a self-imposed celibacy, the allure of his partner only amplifying his frustration. Each morning, he would make a hasty retreat to the bathroom, driven by an urgent need to relieve himself, a ritual that left him more exasperated than the last.

Sian was the epitome of temptation—a vision that haunted Lan’s thoughts daily. Whether he emerged from slumber with his hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep or donned impeccably tailored outfits that clung to his form, Lan found it almost unbearable.

The effortless charm, the subtle curve of Sian’s smile, the way the light danced across his skin—each moment felt like a tantalizing tease.

Tonight, the air was thick with unspoken tension, and Lan resolved to probe the boundaries of their relationship. With a pulse racing with anticipation, his hand began to ascend, fingers softly brushing up Sian’s chest, heart pounding in rhythm with the distance closing between them.

Just as he was poised to grasp what he so desperately craved, Sian stirred, shifting beneath the sheets...