"No wonder you all look at so strangely," Yu Qianchu suddenly chuckled. "You wouldn’t happen to think I’m Chu Yifei, would you? I’m not him."
The last sentence was spoken with great seriousness.
As if fearing Qiao Xiaren wouldn’t believe him, he continued, "Chu Yifei is Asia’s ultra-popular idol; of course, I know who he is. He and I look nothing alike. So I find it odd why you all look at as if sothing’s off. Turns out, you mistook for that deceased superstar actor."
"Of course I know you can’t be him." Qiao Xiaren saw him getting serious and felt speechless. "You don’t look like him at all; it’s more about your aura and mannerisms. It gives people a strange feeling—as if he’s still in this world."
"You just ntioned that he was your friend?" Yu Qianchu suddenly laughed. "Could it be that you liked him before? It’s been two years since Chu Yifei passed away from a severe illness. Even after all this ti, you still keep him in your thoughts?"
"Life isn’t just about romance; there’s also familial love and friendship. He was probably my rarest, most cherished friend."
"He definitely loved you. And loved you deeply."
Qiao Xiaren, intrigued by the certainty in his words, asked, "How do you know? You’ve never been involved in our lives, nor truly understood Chu Yifei and ."
"It’s just what my intuition tells ," Yu Qianchu said as he looked at her. "Your circle shines so brightly—many people love to follow your gossip and news. Earlier, I learned from the rumors that Chu Yifei and you were close friends, even an on-screen couple. A man silently staying by a woman’s side already speaks volus about his deep, unspoken affection."
Yu Qianchu suddenly stepped down from the rooftop, remarking almost casually, "Isn’t there a saying circulating lately? ’Accompanint is the deepest confession of love.’ Don’t tell you don’t understand Chu Yifei’s feelings."
"Of course I understand, but I couldn’t give him anything in return—I could only quietly be there for him."
As Yu Qianchu left the rooftop, he heard this line from behind him. He rely chuckled indifferently.
After several rounds of intense training sessions, Yu Qianchu shockingly ca out on top each ti, leaving E Zizhen and the others in awe. Qing Ran was utterly stunned!
With just one glance, Qiao Xiaren could tell who held the strongest power.
"What now? Still feeling unconvinced?"
E Zizhen lowered his head, saying, "I’m not unconvinced."
In terms of physical stamina or script lines, Yu Qianchu was clearly better in every aspect! E Zizhen, with a background in performing arts, was experiencing for the first ti such a vast disparity between himself and soone else.
"That’s why I say, there’s no true fairness in this world. If you want sothing, you have to prove it with your abilities," Qiao Xiaren said with a nod. "Tomorrow, I’ll be heading to M Country, and everything here will be left to Weini and Qing Ran to handle. If there’s an issue, address it openly—don’t carry out any petty sches behind people’s backs. Otherwise, consider yourselves cut off from the studio. What I despise most are those who waste ti on pointless efforts. If you’ve got ti to target others, use it to properly do your job."
"Understood, Boss!"
A few of the girls, more lively by nature, broke the slightly awkward atmosphere.
Qiao Xiaren could only give a few reminders; work in M Country was piling up, forcing Qiao Xiaren to head back there, with Yunduo and Annie urging her to return as soon as possible.
Everyone here in the country was watching her, waiting for her to slip up. Naturally, Xiaren wouldn’t let them succeed.
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