Chapter 60: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 60: I Have a Good Temper
The young man had thick black hair, the tips sharp and cold, exuding a wild, unruly aura that didn’t diminish despite wearing sportswear. Even without the swagger of a bad boy outfit, he still exuded an air of defiance.
The term "defiant" seemed to have been tailor-made for him.
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking to you?"
He squeezed his fists in anger, the bones creaking ominously, making it seem like he might throw a punch at Chao Rongrong at any moment.
The room was deathly silent except for his roar.
"…"
After Yan Zhixu finished washing up, she and Li Zhuyi arrived at the door of the makeup room, hearing his angry shouts.
She walked into the room, casually standing and surveying the people around her. "Oh, what’s going on here?"
Her slender eyebrows were raised in interest, clearly amused by the drama unfolding.
She knew her brother well; his temper was indeed terrible, easily erupting at the slightest provocation, but he would never lose control and lash out at people who weren’t involved.
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Yan Zhixu cracked her wrist, the sound of her bones popping as she smiled. "So, no one’s going to clear things up for me?"
The others: Damn, that movement... these two really are like peas in a pod!
Could it be true that "one takes after the other"? It was unclear who influenced whom.
"Speak up." Her gaze suddenly turned icy, fixing on Chao Rongrong.
The sudden shift in atmosphere made the air feel like it had dropped to freezing point. Chao Rongrong felt as if her very cells were frozen in fear, trembling uncontrollably.
Under that cold, harsh gaze, Chao Rongrong’s face drained of color, her teeth clenched as she bent over and apologized. "Miss Yan, I’m sorry!"
She hoped that with this apology, Master Yan would let it slide and not pursue the matter further.
Yan Zhixu’s right index finger twitched. "Your sudden apology leaves me quite confused."
She looked at Chao Rongrong's face—her forehead was flat, her nose sharp like a hook, and her expression was a mix of plainness and cruelty.
Moreover, she was a gossip—someone who would eventually get hurt because of her words.
Yan Zhixu understood. This person had definitely spoken ill of her, and it was lucky her little brother had overheard.
Yan Jinxi shot a venomous glare at Chao Rongrong, showing no sympathy. "What’s the point of apologizing? Do you think one flimsy sentence is going to sweep this under the rug? Are you dreaming?"
This woman wasn’t even good-looking, yet she thought so highly of herself!
Li Zhuyi’s face darkened, and she stepped forward, pointing at a man. "Miss Chao, tell us what happened."
What had this fool, Chao Rongrong, done to provoke Yan Jinxi’s fury?
The man, who had been the one speaking to Chao Rongrong earlier, felt the pressure but didn’t take sides or exaggerate. He simply recounted the events.
"…"
After hearing the whole story, the murderous intent around Yan Jinxi grew even stronger. "How the hell did L.I Studio hire this idiot?"
Li Zhuyi sneered coldly, giving Chao Rongrong a disdainful look. "My studio doesn’t have room for someone like you. You should find another place to work."
Such a public humiliation meant that Chao Rongrong’s career was likely over. She would have a hard time finding work in this industry again.
Chao Rongrong panicked, looking desperately at Yan Zhixu and pleading, "Miss Yan, I didn’t mean it. Please, you have a kind heart—can you let me go just this once?"
Female stars in the entertainment industry were highly sensitive to gossip, as rumors—whether true or false—could have a big impact on their reputations.
If news of today’s incident spread, other styling teams in the industry wouldn’t work with her.
Yan Jinxi furrowed his brows. "Don’t tell me you’ve got water in your brain."
"Pitiful people always have hateful sides. Try being overly sympathetic, see how far it gets you."
Yan Zhixu clicked her tongue. "Little brother, you’re quite temperamental."
Now he was threatening her too? It really was true—three days without discipline and the roof would collapse.
She turned her gaze to Chao Rongrong. "Sweetheart, what made you think that my temper is good?"
Her voice rose slightly at the end, laced with a charming sweetness, but it was cold enough to keep anyone from harboring any inappropriate thoughts.
(End of Chapter)
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