Chapter 63#
“Devoted” Best Actor (17)#
Seeing that he was in a much better mood, Lu Yi also felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. “Actually, if you really can’t stand him, there’s no need to go to so much trouble.”
Star Media hadn’t yet risen to the pinnacle of the industry, but because several of the shows they’d selected had become massive hits—especially the kind of nationwide hits that skyrocketed—they had quickly established a foothold with their strong financial backing.
In the world of finance and capital, it’s hard to offer timely help, but easy to add splendor to success. Under the diligent work of Lu Yi and his employees and artists, Star Media’s voice in this circle had grown increasingly influential.
As a player in capital operations, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to blacklist an artist who hadn’t fully grown yet.
Before this, Lu Yi hadn’t done so. One reason was that He Xiao’s harm to the original host hadn’t yet materialized, so there was no need to pass judgment on He Xiao for something that hadn’t happened.
Another reason was that He Xiao hadn’t climbed that high yet. An artist who flops from the start and gets blacklisted by the industry—versus one who enjoys the spotlight, reaps the immense benefits of fame, then gradually declines from a brilliant star to a forgotten grain of sand—the latter clearly offers a greater contrast and delivers a stronger blow.
Over the past year, aside from an initial scheduling conflict with Kong Si, He Xiao’s career had been going relatively smoothly.
Kong Si said, “You’re right, it’s not impossible, but doing it that way makes us feel like some kind of villainous organization from a legend.”
Previously, he had just been speculating with Lu Yi. He found it disgusting, but he also held out some hope—how could anyone’s mind work like that? But after experiencing it firsthand, he confirmed that some people really did think that way, and he simply couldn’t hold back his temper anymore.
Still, having grown up in a relatively nurturing environment without suffering too much real harm, he found it hard to bring himself to do anything too extreme.
Lu Yi retorted, “Didn’t He Xiao start it by being the instigator? He was the one with ill intentions first. We’re just retaliating, not using online violence to forcefully suppress him.”
Come to think of it, he should return everything He Xiao inflicted on Lu Xingchen back onto He Xiao himself, making the one who harmed the original host face the corresponding retribution—that should be the right way to collect the fragments of Yu Ke scattered in this world.
Kong Si’s resolve was nearly shaken by his man’s words, but he still shook his head. “How about this—I still want to try relying on my own efforts first. If it really doesn’t work, then you step in.”
If he had to rely on his man for everything, that would make him too useless. Occasionally, he needed to not be such a slacker in order to be worthy of Lu Yi.
Every day, watching Lu Yi work so hard despite earning so much money, he felt a pang of guilt whenever he was resting.
He looked at Lu Yi and said very seriously, “I feel full of energy right now. You’d better not stop me.”
Lu Yi looked down at him. “Then let it be as you wish.”
After spending some time in this world, he had also searched for similar quick-transmigration strategy stories on literary websites, but he didn’t have any kind of strategy system like those in the books, and even his own purpose was vague.
No rewards, no punishments. Maybe there was a punishment—if he failed, he wouldn’t be able to return to his own world.
Although Lu Xingchen’s parents also loved their son, and Kong Si had accepted those memories, the ones he truly considered family, the ones he missed most, were still Ms. Lu and that stern old man Lu.
Kong Si said, “If that day really comes, let me die first. Otherwise, I’d be too miserable.”
Faced with this topic, Lu Yi didn’t know what to say, but it seemed like he had started it, so he simply said, “Okay.”
Kong Si added, “Why did you answer so quickly? Forget it. If possible, you go first, so we can die together.”
He buried himself in Lu Yi’s arms again, his voice muffled. “I don’t know what the future will hold, but right now, you must never leave me, or I’ll be heartbroken to death.”
Just thinking about that scene made it hard for him to breathe. So Lu Yi had to be fine—no one could take him away, not even Death.