The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 244 - : Bao Yi confesses, Lixiang lays his cards on the table (3 updates)
Chapter 244: 244: Bao Yi confesses, Lixiang lays his cards on the table (3 updates)
“I hit someone tonight, might have been photographed, help me handle it.”
Qiao Nanchu’s uncle is a big shot in the media industry.
He said no problem and before hanging up, he also advised, “Go to sleep early, need to keep the kidney healthy.”
Jiang Zhi: Damn it!
The next day, Xiao Yusheng dominated Weibo’s hot search with all sorts of accurate predictions from Yang Xi about concert accidents and ignoring guests; a pile of negative news.
Luckily, Xiao Yusheng’s fans have high loyalty; they will never unfollow him, not in this lifetime.
Oh, it’s worth mentioning that beside Xiao Yusheng, there was another name that burst forth from the cracks.
Fang Lixiang was sound asleep when her phone rang. She turned over, not wanting to deal, not knowing which annoying person kept calling.
She stretched out a hand from under the covers, grabbed her phone, then retreated back, still half asleep, “Hello…”
“Still sleeping?”
It was her agent.
Fang Lixiang yawned, crawling out from under the covers, “What’s up?”
“What’s going on with you and Xia Hansong?”
She scratched her hair, still groggy and confused, “Xia Hansong? Who?”
Lin Shang was speechless for a while, “You went together to a concert, and you’re asking me who?”
A concert?
Oh, right, she remembered.
“That Xiao Zimo?”
Forgive her face blindness. In that idol boy group with a dozen boys, seven or eight of them looked so similar to her, with strikingly handsome features; she couldn’t tell them apart in such a short time.
“What kind of mess is that?” Lin Shang got serious, “I’m asking you, how did you end up going to a concert with Xia Hansong?”
What a misunderstanding!
Fang Lixiang immediately clarified, “Didn’t go together, just ran into him on the way.”
“You got snapped by the paparazzi,” Lin Shang directed her to check Weibo, “Just as the abortion scandal had died down, you got a new rumored boyfriend.”
Fang Lixiang really couldn’t understand, “I was all covered up, how could I still get photographed? Have I become that famous?”
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Lin Shang brutally pointed out, “The paparazzi weren’t there for you, they were waiting for Xia Hansong.”
Xia Hansong was a hot rising star.
So, she was caught in the crossfire? Fang Lixiang scratched her head. “What do I do now?”
“Get to the company quickly. Xia Hansong’s agent is here, talking with the boss.”
Xia Hansong’s agent, Sun Yaoguang, was notoriously sly in the industry. Barely forty and already balding significantly, he had simply decided to shave his head, earning him the nickname—Sun Huatou.
Sun Yaoguang had made many artists famous, especially adept at creating buzz.
“They’re around the same age, have been on a couple of shows together, and the fans quite ship them, so with the rumors out now, there’s no negative talk online. Might as well ride this momentum and stir things up,” Sun Yaoguang had everything planned, “No need for real dating, just occasional interactions will do, even better if they really get together, but if not, we need to control the extent, over-hyping it can backfire.”
He finished speaking.
On the sofa across, Xue Baoyi was lounging comfortably, one leg stretched out and the other on the coffee table, not yet giving her opinion.
Sun Yaoguang took a sip of tea, “Young Master, what do you think?”
He lazily responded, “Not much.”
Sun Yaoguang smiled, “Young Master, what specifically do you find unsuitable?”
“Everything is unsuitable.”
Young Master’s tone indicated dissatisfaction and displeasure with everything.
Sun Yaoguang was all ears.
“Fang Lixiang is an acting talent, she has a high profile destined for the big screen. If you want to stir up a CP with her, sure,” Xue Baoyi raised an eyebrow, “Let your artist win a Best Actor first, doesn’t even have a notable work and already wants to tie up with a movie star?”
Aren’t your artists a match for ours?
That was the implied message.
So, Xia Hansong might be a top influencer, but in Young Master’s mouth, he amounted to nothing? Sun Yaoguang guessed that his artist must have unintentionally offended the gentleman.
He awkwardly tried to persuade, “Young Master, would you reconsider? The Xue Family now oversees Huayu, we are all family here, this mutually beneficial tactic—”
Xue Baoyi: “Mutually beneficial my ass.”
Sun Yaoguang: “…” Even he couldn’t be slick when dealing with this bandit.
With disdain, Xue the Bandit said, “Who is your family, do you have the surname Xue?” He snorted, “Or does Xia Hansong have the surname Xue?”
This tyrant!
Sun Yaoguang tried to placate him with a smile, “Third Young Master is surnamed Xue.”
Back when Jin Song and Jin Lei were feuding, Mr. Xue had stepped in and gained control over the Jin Family, and since then he had been managing the business. Huayu was just one of their talent agencies. Mr. Xue, being a busy man of high status, naturally didn’t manage things in great detail. But this tyrant was his nephew, about which Sun Yaoguang thought invoking Mr. Xue would do some good, but the tyrant simply didn’t bite.
He was impervious to persuasion and simply stated, “Let Xue Bingxue talk to me about it.”
Dare not, Third Young Master didn’t bother with these matters at all.
Xue Baoyi, losing her patience, waved him away like shooing a fly: “Get out, get out, you’re just annoying.”
Sun Yaoguang: “…”
What had he done to deserve this?
Aside from the office, Sun Yaoguang pulled Xiao Zhuang aside: “Assistant Chen, has Young Master had any issues lately? Why is he so irritable?”
Talking about this fake couple ordeal, it was clearly a win-win. One lacked popularity, the other lacked resources, wasn’t it a perfect match? Disagreeing is one thing, but why get angry?
Xiao Zhuang himself was also at a loss: “I guess so, he’s been really irritable these past few days.”
Sun Yaoguang was puzzled: “There aren’t many in the capital who dare to offend him, who would have the guts?”
Xiao Zhuang, with his plump, rosy-cheeked face glowing, said: “Don’t know who it is, but I respect the man.”
“And also,” Sun Yaoguang inquired further, “what’s the deal with Fang Lixiang? It’s just creating a fake couple, does Young Master really need to personally intervene?”
Baoguang had no less than dozens of female artists, was Young Master just bored out of his mind, not busy investing in films but fussing over a minor artist?
Xiao Zhuang thought to himself: “It’s because she’s a Weaver. Young Master has a good relationship with Director Jiang, of course, he would take care of her.”
Sun Yaoguang rubbed his bald head: “Just don’t end up taking care of her in bed.”
Right behind them, Fang Lixiang: “…”
Who said anything about taking it to the bed?!
It blatantly took place in the bathtub!
Lin Shang heard this too and reassured her with a line: “Don’t worry about it, Old Sun just has a loose mouth, he’s not a bad person.”
The two returned to Lin Shang’s office.
Fang Lixiang was down with a severe cold these days; she hadn’t visited the hospital and was just bearing with it, somewhat lacking in spirit: “How did it go?”
While Sun Yaoguang and Xue Baoyi were inside talking, Lin Shang was outside and knew exactly what was going on, but as her agent, she had no say.
“The boss disagrees with creating a fake couple, both sides will clarify the rumors.”
Fang Lixiang was satisfied with the outcome: “So I’m done here, can I go back?” She had been particularly sleepy lately because of her cold.
Lin Shang asked her, “When do you start work?”
She, looking listless, said, “It’s almost New Year, I’ll take the new year break first.”
Lin Shang, noticing her poor condition and slightly thinner frame, asked, “Feeling any better? What did the doctor say?”
Xue Baoyi barged in without knocking: “What’s wrong with you?”
Fang Lixiang, curled up on the sofa, glanced at him but didn’t respond.
Lin Shang, sharp-eyed, pretended to take a call: “I’ve got some things to handle, I’ll be off then.” She left first, closing the door behind her.
Now only the two of them were left in the room, Fang Lixiang felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Xue Baoyi also didn’t quite know what to say. He could clearly sense this ’employee’ had been quite temperamental lately, and inexplicably felt a bit intimidated by her, not knowing why he felt guilty, but he just felt very guilty. It was like inadvertently blowing her up in a game, leaving him disoriented and subordinate-like.
Alright, why bother competing with a woman, he asked, “The place where the dog bit you, has it healed?”
Fang Lixiang responded with a non-committal grunt.
Seeing that she was ill, Xue Baoyi didn’t take it to heart and showed care for his employee, “Where did it bite you, let me see.”
He had just taken a step forward.
Fang Lixiang immediately backed away: “Boss, men and women should not touch hands.”
Making him seem like some lothario, Xue Baoyi was annoyed: “Am I going to eat you up? If you don’t want to show, then don’t, who cares to see!”
“That Xia Hansong, did you really go to the concert with him?”
This sentence came out accusatory, as if interrogating her.
Fang Lixiang defiantly said, “Can’t I?”
Xue Baoyi immediately said, “No way.” She then found a reason, and spoke with righteous indignation, “The company has a rule that female artists in their rising period cannot date.”
Using the rules to make your point, huh?
Baoguang owns it, so what he says goes.
Fang Lixiang was already feeling frustrated, but this blatant obstruction made her even more annoyed, and she couldn’t help arguing back, “Your exact words were that secret dating is not allowed, we need to report it to you.”
Xue Baoyi’s expression became dangerous, “Are you reporting to me now?”
She didn’t deny it, “Do you approve?”
“I do not approve.”
“Oh.”
Is that it?
Not approved, then what? Surely you aren’t going to date in secret, are you? Xue Baoyi felt extremely uncomfortable just thinking about that possibility, “You don’t really like that pretty boy, do you?”
A pretty boy is better than a jerk who forgets you right after rolling in the sheets!
She no longer wanted to talk to the jerk, “This is my personal matter.”
Xue Baoyi felt she was defending the pretty boy, and it made him quite uncomfortable, feeling like ‘the cabbage he planted was about to get eaten by someone else’s pig.’
That pig, Han Song!
Xue Baoyi couldn’t hold it back any longer, “What’s so great about that pretty boy anyway? Whiny, his singing sucks, his dancing is mediocre, and let’s not even talk about his acting, it’s total dog shit.”
Fang Lixiang: “…”
Dog shit is a bit much, although it is pretty cringe.
“He’s got a handsome face.”
Xue Baoyi scoffed, “Brother Zhi’s face could leave him in the dust by thousands of miles!”
Fang Lixiang felt he was being unreasonable, “If that’s all, I’ll be leaving now.”
She said and left, out of sight, out of mind.
With a slam, she also shut the door behind her.
Is she revolting or what?!
Xue Baoyi felt this employee had grown too bold recently, just like she had equipped a Level 3 Head and Level 3 Armor in the game and dared to roam anywhere in the battleground.
He opened the Weibo group chat.
The handsomest man in the capital: “Got a question for you guys.”
Qiao Nanchu: “Speak.”
It would be too embarrassing to say he was rendered helpless by a woman, so Xue Baoyi changed how he said it.
The handsomest man in the capital: “We’ve got a cat at home, used to be very well-behaved and obedient, but recently it keeps baring its teeth at me, what’s going on?”
Qiao Nanchu: “It disdains you.”
The handsomest man in the capital: “That’s not it!” He’s so handsome and stylish!
The handsomest man in the capital: “We used to have a good relationship.”
Xue Bingxue chimed in.
I’m a little snowflake: “Doesn’t your mom have a cat allergy? Since when did you have a cat?”
Oh, he had forgotten that detail in his story.
The handsomest man in the capital: “A relative’s.”
He hurriedly fumbled his way through in case his uncle asked which relative.
The handsomest man in the capital: “Let’s not get sidetracked, just teach me how to train that cat to be nice and obedient again.”
Qiao Nanchu: “Never had a cat, don’t know.”
Jiang Zhi joined in.
My girlfriend Fangbao: “Hit it.”
How crude!
The handsomest man in the capital: “My relative cherishes that cat, can’t hit it.” You can’t hit or scold a girl who won’t listen.
I’m a little snowflake: “Then lure it with treats.”
The handsomest man in the capital: “She’s ignoring me.”
I am a Little Snowflake: “Her?”
The handsomest man in the capital: “Typo.”
The handsomest man in the capital: “It won’t listen to me.” Almost gave it away.
My girlfriend Fangbao: “You should beat up your relative.”
My girlfriend Fangbao: “One beating isn’t enough, beat them again.”
Look at this person!
Has a beautiful face, but why such a venomous heart?
The handsomest man in the capital: “Let’s not always talk about beatings and killings. We are all civilized people.”
Jiang Zhi sent a picture of a Gouzi.
The handsomest man in the capital: “Let me put it this way, if it were your girlfriend who wasn’t listening, how would you handle it?” Comparing to a cat doesn’t seem right, comparing to a girlfriend is more fitting, they’re both people after all.
My girlfriend Fangbao: “Ours is very well-behaved.”
Qiao Nanchu: “Ours is well-behaved too.”
I am a Little Snowflake: [I am a Jealous Spirit] GIF.
Didn’t find out anything useful, even got fed dog food twice, Xue Baoyi felt very uncomfortable, sitting on the sofa pondering, she didn’t really fall for that pretty boy, did she?
It’s not his business, doesn’t matter.
Damn it!
Angrily, he kicked the table and ran outside.
Fang Lixiang’s car had just pulled out of the parking spot, when suddenly, someone dashed across the road in front of her; she immediately hit the brakes, her heart skipped a beat.
Xue Baoyi, running hard, steadied herself on the car gasping: “Almost got killed by you.”
Fang Lixiang got furious: “Then why did you run into it?” Normally messing around was one thing, but this was life-threatening!
Xue Baoyi even felt justified: “Would you have stopped if I hadn’t hit you?”
Of course not!
He walked up to the car window, sweating from the run, forehead still damp, “Give me a straight answer, do you really like that surnamed Xia, pretty boy?” His tone was serious.
Fang Lixiang wound down the car window, good, she wanted a straightforward answer too: “Xue Baoyi, are you trying to seduce me?”
Xue Baoyi, one hand propped on her car roof, rebutted quickly and decisively: “No.”
“What do you really want then?”
He suddenly leaned in, looking at her through the window, and blurted out: “I want to chase you.” He surprised himself with his own words.
It was over, he really had lost his wits, didn’t even know when it started.
Fang Lixiang was taken aback by his gaze.
He still leaned over, eyes level with hers, his tone not as rough as usual: “Not logging into the game, blocked on WeChat, and unwilling to talk to me. Do you know?”
Otherwise, he couldn’t explain why her attitude had suddenly changed.
She said: “Yes.”
“When did you find out?” He hadn’t slipped up in the game, had kept his voice controlled.
Fang Lixiang didn’t want to beat around the bush and spoke directly: “The night you were set up by Bai Li, I saw your memo.”
Xue Baoyi understood.
It was since that night that, like growing claws, she started scratching at him.
“What about you?” Fang Lixiang countered him, “When did you find out?”
Xue Baoyi felt a bit unsure: “I knew from the start.” He saw her expression, even faltered, his voice grew softer, “I saw your game interface on the set.”
He had been pretending for three months.
Thinking of how she had indirectly asked him if he had a girlfriend, even considering an online relationship with him, she felt like a fool: “Is it fun playing me? Is it fun seeing me split between the game and reality?”
Xue Baoyi had never seen her so fiercely spoken, got a bit flustered, and immediately explained: “I didn’t mean to deceive you. At first, I thought if I told you, you wouldn’t game with me. Later, as we grew closer, it became hard to bring it up; I was afraid you’d be angry if I did.”
How could she not be angry?
She was furious!
She didn’t want to talk to him anymore.
Seeing her like this, Xue Baoyi couldn’t muster any boldness, his voice soft and lacking confidence: “Are you angry with me these past few days because of this?”
She thought for a few seconds: “No.”
