Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me Chapter 140 : The Drama’s Release

CNC Studio issued a press release on its official website and all social dia platforms the next day.

"A homophobic anti-fan caused a ruckus during the private screening of ’Dance Of The Dragons’.

Other than attempting to defa Yan Renzhong, he had also attacked Shen Jingwei from Beihai Entertainnt, who is playing the male lead.

Shen Jingwei was thankfully not hard in both incidents.

The anti-fan in question had been successfully apprehended and handed over to the police station.

The entire cast and crew of ’Dance Of The Dragons’ hope for your continuous support, thank you very much."

The post on Weibo garnered thousands of likes within five minutes.

One comnt after another poured in, castigating the anti-fan while at the sa ti expressing their heartfelt wish for the drama’s successful release.

That night, right before bed, Shen Jingwei received a call from Yan Renzhong.

"How are you?" Yan Renzhong asked as soon as the call connected.

"No one attacked on my way ho," Shen Jingwei chuckled. "I guess I am fine."

"Did you see CNC Studio’s latest post?"

"Mhm. Very politically correct. It made no ntion of your connection to Song Zhuguan."

"Yeah..."

Yan Renzhong sighed. In his mind, Shen Jingwei could almost picture him tugging at his collar while sinking in his couch.

"In a way, it’s a compromise. I can still have Song Zhuguan arrested without involving Xiaoling or Yaya."

"Are they moving to another house?"

"Not for now, no. They are safe as long as Song Zhuguan’s behind bars."

"I see."

"I notice that I haven’t thanked you for your help yesterday," Yan Renzhong pointed out.

Shen Jingwei smiled to himself.

"Indeed, you haven’t," he confird. "You were too busy scolding ."

"Thank you for your help, Jingbao. But I am not going to apologize for scolding you. You were too reckless. You could have seriously been hard."

Shen Jingwei pursed his lips and rolled with his eyes.

"Yes, yes. Are you thanking or scolding right now?"

"Both," Yan Renzhong growled.

"Jingbao, I am leaving the country tomorrow for another photo shoot. I won’t be able to et up with you for a while."

"Mmm, I understand."

"I love you," Yan Renzhong said softly. "Let’s have a longer chat when I return."

"Sure."

That was what Yan Renzhong said, but he remained occupied for weeks on end.

On the other hand, spurred on by Shen Jingwei’s rising popularity as of recent, Zhu Dongyi started receiving a lot of emails.

For once, he had so many job offers that he had to reject so on Shen Jingwei’s behalf.

As a result, Zhu Dongyi had to fix Shen Jingwei’s work schedule until late in the night. But, he did not mind at all.

"I am going to make you a star, Little Shen!" His eyes were glassy with unshed tears when he grabbed Shen Jingwei’s hands and made the promise. "You are going to be the brightest star in the universe, maybe just second after Yan Renzhong."

Shen Jingwei, who had to slave around from one job to another from then on, didn’t know whether to cry or laugh.

Just like that, one day bled into another.

At last, after waiting for one full month, the first episode of "Dance Of The Dragons" was set to air this Friday night.

Shen Jingwei purposefully went ho early that day to buy groceries and cook up a feast for himself. He had also procured several cans of beer to accompany him during the al.

He just finished setting his dining table in front of the TV when his doorbell rang.

Shen Jingwei craned his neck and stared at the door, not that he could see the person standing in front of the door.

Who could it be?

He opened the door and ca face-to-face with Yan Renzhong, who had been missing for a month.

"Hey," the man shot him a dazzling smile. "Am I interrupting?"

Shen Jingwei gaped at him.

"Why are you here? I thought you had to shoot until late at night today!"

Yan Renzhong circled an arm around Shen Jingwei’s waist and pulled him for a kiss.

"We finished earlier than planned. I know that you will be ho tonight to watch the first episode on TV. Why don’t we watch it together?"

Shen Jingwei laughed.

"We already did during the private screening."

"Yes, but I had to share you with Feng Jietang."

"..."

"I saw you two holding hands the entire hour."

His words were practically dripping with vinegar.

Shen Jingwei groaned.

"I couldn’t just shake his hand off..."

"I know," Yan Renzhong took off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger. "So tonight, I would like to have you all for myself. No sharing."

"... Right. Please co in."

A look of admiration crossed Yan Renzhong’s face as he surveyed the dinner spread.

"Nice."

He lifted a gift bag in his hand. The na of Shen Jingwei’s favorite patisserie, J’Adore, was emblazoned on the front.

"Good that I chose to bring dessert then."

Shen Jingwei let out a little shriek. Filled with joy, he started rummaging inside the gift bag.

There was a whole tiramisu cake inside.

"Awww, you shouldn’t have," Shen Jingwei groaned. "You could have bought two slices only."

"Why should we settle with only two slices?" Yan Renzhong shrugged. "A whole cake is cheaper."

Shen Jingwei frowned.

"No, it isn’t."

"Of course it is. Do the math. Twelve slices against two slices..."

"Yes, yes, you are right," Shen Jingwei pushed Yan Renzhong toward a pillow on the carpeted floor. "Let cut this cake at the kitchen first. Make yourself comfortable."

Yan Renzhong took a seat behind the coffee table. It was rather cramped. He even had to twist his legs to fit them under the table.

Yan Renzhong eyed a huge plate of fried chicken, french fries, and hamburger on the table.

How long had it been since he last had this kind of junk food?

Maybe three years ago, when they were still dating...

Yan Renzhong picked a fried chicken thigh and bit into it.

"Mmm," he couldn’t help but groan. The perfect blend of spice practically exploded in his mouth. It was so good.

Ding dong.

Yan Renzhong licked at his fingers.

Shen Jingwei poked his head out of the kitchen and stared at the door.

"Can you get that, Yan Renzhong?" He asked his first guest. "I am occupied here."

"Sure."

Yan Renzhong wiped off the garlic oil from his fingers with a paper napkin before stalking toward the door.

It swung open, revealing the very person he wished to et the least.

Feng Jietang.