Chapter 107: Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry
Chapter 107: Could It Be What I Think It Is?
At the Hyatt Dynasty Hotel in F City.
Fu Shimo picked up the neatly organized stack of documents, preparing to head to the city center hospital to check on Lu Ting's recovery after his surgery.
"Vroom—vroom—"
His phone vibrated.
He picked it up and logged into Weibo.
He saw that his only followed account, "Yan Zhixu," had posted a Weibo around noon.
His sharp, bony fingers slid across the screen. In the comment section, some netizens were enthusiastically shipping the "Yan Yao CP."
He gripped the phone tightly, his fingers rubbing against the screen. His knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.
But when he saw the post she made, a sharp chill in his eyes briefly softened, returning to calm.
He turned off his phone, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up the documents, and left.
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At the hotel front desk.
The receptionist's eyes were filled with infatuation when she saw Fu Shimo walk out of the elevator.
But the aloof aura surrounding him was so strong that she didn’t even dare to ask him for his WeChat, only quietly admiring his handsome features.
After a brief moment of admiration, a spark of confusion appeared in her eyes.
It was strange. With such an outstanding appearance, if he had checked in here, she would definitely remember him.
She lowered her head and began typing on the keyboard to search the guest registry.
She looked for a long time, even checked the presidential suite, but couldn’t find any record of this guest.
"How could this be...?"
She murmured softly and continued searching diligently.
After checking again with no results, she was still empty-handed and found no clues.
The receptionist frowned, thoroughly puzzled.
She stared at the screen, idly tapping the keyboard. Her peripheral vision swept across the top floor’s exclusive suite.
Her body stiffened, and her typing came to an abrupt halt. Shock appeared in her eyes.
"Th-this...?"
She stammered in disbelief.
The top-floor exclusive suite was even more prestigious than the presidential suite, and even their manager didn’t know who was staying there.
The receptionist swallowed nervously. "No way... Could it be what I think it is?"
She lifted her head, scanning the lobby for Fu Shimo’s figure.
Just as she caught sight of him walking out the hotel doors, his posture tall and upright like a pine tree, a mix of elegance and aloofness emanated from him, yet it didn’t seem out of place.
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The online rumors came and went quickly, and people mostly just viewed it as an amusing piece of gossip, without much of a stir.
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However, there were still a small group of die-hard fans who kept pushing the Yan Yao CP, but they only dared to keep it to themselves.
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Yan Zhixu, wearing slippers, sat in the living room after eating a bowl of noodles. On the ultra-thin TV mounted on the wall, Rong Cheng was starring in Sword Immortal.
She had to admit, the production of this drama was impressive, with well-made costumes and props.
She looked at Rong Cheng's face on the screen. "Tch, no wonder he managed to charm my mom."
On TV, Rong Cheng, playing the immortal god Shen Yin, held a sword gleaming coldly in his hand, while his other hand was casually placed behind his back. He looked coldly at the demon cultivators before him.
Yan Zhixu’s gaze unintentionally fell on the hand holding the sword.
She lazily lifted an eyelid, her crimson lips slightly parted. "His hands are alright, but..."
It was only "alright," nothing extraordinary. Compared to Director Fu’s, there was still a noticeable difference.
Suddenly, Fu Shimo’s hands appeared in her mind, with their well-defined knuckles, and his calm, controlled, and aloof face.
(End of Chapter)
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