But now, though he isn’t a celebrity, having millions of followers on Weibo as an agent makes him no different from one.
"Zhao Shu, can you respond to the question about your relationship with your agent Mr. Ye? Are you two lovers?"
Zii hadn’t been listening to the reporters’ questions, but when Ye Cheng was suddenly ntioned, she focused her attention.
Her palms unknowingly tightened in inexplicable tension.
"Sorry, today’s questions are only related to the movie, please understand," the host interrupted.
"Miss Zhao Shu, there’s a video circulating online showing you entering and leaving your agent’s apartnt. What do you have to say about that? Are you living together?"
The reporter wouldn’t give up, continuing to press for answers.
Zhao Shu opened her mouth, sowhat angrily: "Those are completely false reports, please don’t use misleading videos to spread rumors!"
Beside her, Ye Cheng also exuded a cool aura, his thin lips tightly pursed.
The reporter, reprimanded, dared not speak again.
Quickly, other reporters took over the questions, and the atmosphere beca lively again.
Zii watched the adept Zhao Shu skillfully handling the reporters, completely commanding the situation, but felt increasingly uneasy inside.
This woman is truly exceptional, has he really never been moved?
As the press conference was nearing its end, Zii rushed to the spot closest to the stage.
The film’s creators exited one by one, and the fans were unusually enthusiastic. Especially when Zhao Shu stepped off the stage, several devoted fans desperately pushed forward, eager for a handshake with their goddess.
Ye Cheng walked alongside Zhao Shu, vigilantly shielding her from any colliding fans.
Soon, in the crowd, he spotted Zii.
It was as if soone pressed the mute button on his surroundings; the clamor vanished from his ears in an instant.
She was unusually beautiful tonight, her charming eyes staring quietly at him, as if she had countless things to say.
Ye Cheng’s heart inexplicably trembled.
But he quickly looked away and continued escorting Zhao Shu out.
"A Cheng!"
Zii couldn’t help but call out.
Zhao Shu also heard the voice. Seeing Zii, her expression slightly changed. Her eyes were filled with deep aning as she looked at Ye Cheng, seeming to ask: She’s here, are you just going to ignore it?
Ye Cheng’s phoenix eyes radiated cold indifference, but before he could speak, a brightly polished hand suddenly grasped his wrist.
Zii smiled, slightly out of breath: "A Cheng, I have sothing to tell you."
"Mr. Ye, I’ll step out, you two can talk."
Zhao Shu smiled faintly and tactfully turned to leave via the VIP exit.
There were too many people here, including dia reporters, so to avoid misunderstandings, Ye Cheng grabbed Zii’s hand and pulled her into the backstage lounge.
Once the door closed, Ye Cheng crossed his arms, looking at her coldly: "What do you want?"
"A Cheng, do you hate seeing so much?" Seeing the indifference in his eyes, Zii’s heart ached.
Being despised and loathed by a forr lover, it feels truly awful.
"I don’t want to answer the sa question twice." Ye Cheng lowered his arms, said coldly, and turned to open the door.
Zii suddenly bit her lip and rushed forward to hug him from behind: "Zhang Qi said you held last night!"
Upon hearing that he had held her, she reignited her hope.
Surely, she still dwells in his heart!
Ye Cheng turned around, his phoenix eyes flashing coldly, and narrowed them slightly.
With fingers defined by distinct joints, he lifted the woman’s chin, his handso, cold face slowly drawing closer, gazing deep into her eyes.
"Just a hug gives you hope? I can kiss you right now, even make love to you, but Zii, don’t expect to ever love you again because... you’re not worthy."
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