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Chapter 38: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

   Chapter 38: You Are Cursed with Peach Blossom Calamity


Even Yan Zhixu, who had seen countless handsome faces, couldn’t help but blink, her eyes full of admiration.


Her gaze fell on his hands—long, slender, pale, with distinct joints—exceptionally beautiful.


“Little one, has no one told you not to stare at a man like that?”


Fu Shimo stood still, the darkness in his eyes deepening, like turbulent waves crashing against rocks.


He adjusted the glasses on his nose, his voice tinged with a hint of languid sensuality. “It makes one want to devour you whole.”


Though his words carried a flirtatious undertone, the distance between them remained proper, within the bounds of normal interaction.


Despite the lack of physical contact, the surrounding temperature seemed to gradually rise.


“Oh?”


Yan Zhixu withdrew her gaze, her tone lilting with a hint of coquettishness.


Her tongue lightly traced her supple lower lip, her eyes sparkling with a savage glint. “If you’re not afraid of bursting your stomach, by all means, try.”


As she spoke, her eyes roamed boldly over him, the threat in her gaze unmistakable.


“Heh…” Fu Shimo let out a low chuckle from his throat.


This only confirmed his earlier impression—this little one had a fiery temper.


He moved his distinctively jointed fingers slightly. “You like them?”

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Yan Zhixu openly stared at his hands, unreserved. “Mhm.”


Those hands were truly a hand enthusiast’s dream.


Fu Shimo’s eyes shimmered with a captivating smile. “It’s my honor.”


His gaze drifted to her attire, and as he raised his hand slightly, a pale patch of skin came into view.


The warmth in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an icy coldness, as if his earlier smile had been a mere illusion.


Yan Zhixu lowered her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.


Director Fu’s gaze just now didn’t seem very friendly.


Sheng Jinyun had just finished his rounds and was heading back to his office for a much-needed break when a casual glance down the hallway caught his attention.


He saw Fu Shimo standing there, accompanied by a tall woman.


Picking up the shift schedule, he tapped his head, muttering, “The eternal bachelor is actually talking to a woman for this long?”


Shaking his head, his eyes filled with curiosity, he hurried toward the scene, eager to watch the drama unfold.


Something about the interaction between these two seemed anything but simple.


Walking up, he called out, “Ah Mo, not heading back yet?”


Then, his gaze shifted to Yan Zhixu, and he feigned confusion with poor acting skills. “Ahem, ahem, and this is?”


No introductions were needed.


Sheng Jinyun’s eyes widened suddenly. “You, you, you…”


Barely restraining his excitement, his face flushed red as he lowered his voice. “Are you Yan Zhixu?”


Yan Zhixu remained calm. “Yes, I am.”


“Damn…”


He couldn’t believe he was seeing her in person.


These past few days, Yan Zhixu had been trending frequently, making waves all over social media.


Ignoring his astonishment, she scrutinized his face and frowned slightly.


“You’re cursed with a peach blossom calamity. You’d best stay indoors tonight, or you might encounter bloodshed.”


This person was marked by peach blossoms, but what should have been an ordinary romantic misfortune had escalated into a peach blossom calamity—a far deadlier curse.


A dense aura of death already clung to him. If this calamity wasn’t resolved, it would begin with bloodshed tonight, ushering in a streak of misfortune until the calamity fully matured, ultimately claiming his life.


Sheng Jinyun: ????


A perfectly fine celebrity, why did her demeanor suddenly shift into that of a fortune-telling mystic?


He glanced at Fu Shimo, then back at Yan Zhixu, carefully choosing his words. “Ahem, peach blossoms, huh? I know I’m handsome, so it’s only natural to attract some romantic interest.”


With a face like his, not having admirers would be the real anomaly.


Fu Shimo’s gaze grew colder.


A calamity—it was clear from the sound of it that this wasn’t something good.


(End of Chapter) 

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