Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 313 - 314 It’s You Who Came to Provoke Me

Chapter 313: Chapter 314 It’s You Who Came to Provoke Me

Sheng Yan slightly lifted his eyes and saw Jinxia’s face in the rearview mirror. Jinxia was looking out the window, a light smile gracing her lips, seemingly in a very good mood and unaffected.

His eyes flickered slightly as he spoke softly, "I will investigate this matter, let’s hang up now."

After hanging up the phone, He Jinxia curiously asked, "Was that about something at the company?"

Sheng Yan simply hummed in response.

He Jinxia hesitated, "Would my coming out with you affect your work?"

Sheng Yan smiled gently; with the traffic light turning red ahead, he stopped the car and turned to look at Jinxia, a trace of teasing crossing his eyes.

"Afraid your man will get fired?"

He Jinxia was momentarily lost for words, her eyes watery as she stared at him, and couldn’t resist pinching his waist, "Be serious."

The pinch wasn’t painful—it felt more like tickling. Sheng Yan casually captured her hand in his, his voice clear and melodious, "It won’t."

"The company has spent a lot of money hiring so many talented people; even without me, it wouldn’t collapse. Moreover,"

He paused, then continued, "As the largest shareholder of Tonghua Entertainment, if I don’t even have the time to go out and play with the person I like, I might as well quit and become a clerk—at least clerks get holidays."

He looked at He Jinxia, each word earnest, "I’ve worked hard for so long, not to end up with no time to romance the person I love."

His implication was that he had worked so hard precisely so he could enjoy good times when they came.

He Jinxia’s eyes curved into a smile, unsure if that was what Sheng Yan meant, but that’s how she chose to interpret it.

Her heart warmed, and her heartbeat sped up a bit.

Sheng Yan’s gaze was so intense and fervent, as if his eyes were filled with brilliant stars, leaving her momentarily unsure how to respond.

Facing her career, she could be resolute and composed, but facing her lover, she couldn’t manage that.

Fundamentally, she was a traditional woman, inherently shy and reserved even if she lived in the modern world and upheld certain principles.

Just being with Sheng Yan without an arranged marriage had already depleted much of her limited courage.

And to expect her to occasionally utter straightforward romantic phrases like Mr. Sheng, she just couldn’t...

He Jinxia’s heartbeat raced even more, and with great effort, she turned her head away, not looking at Sheng Yan anymore, and stuttered slightly, "The, the light’s green now."

Sheng Yan burst out laughing, his laughter ringing clearly, eventually turning into a hearty laugh.

He turned his head and started the car, his laughter continuing intermittently, never stopping.

He Jinxia, somewhat annoyed by his laughter, glared at him, "You—"

Sheng Yan, still laughing, said, "Jinxia, how can you be so adorable?"

That single remark left He Jinxia speechless, tongue-tied, and her face tinged with red.

This man...didn’t understand the concept of "reserve" at all. How could he so casually call her adorable? It made her incredibly shy!

They arrived at Wenxiu Gym without further conversation. Zhang Ming arrived later than them but reached the place before them.

As both groups met in the gym, He Jinxia took a bag handed to her by Zhang Ming, puzzled by his "meaningful" gaze.

"Enjoy yourselves, I’m off to exercise somewhere else," Zhang Ming tactfully made an excuse to leave.

Sheng Yan glanced at him, "How about a game of tennis in half an hour?"

Zhang Ming was silent for a while, his eyes moving between He Jinxia and Sheng Yan, cautious as he asked, "Is half an hour enough?"

Sheng Yan chuckled, "It’s enough, I wouldn’t want her to get too tired."

Zhang Ming: "..." He refused to swallow this forcibly served dog food [goodbye]!

Listening to their conversation, He Jinxia was confused and clueless, held by Sheng Yan as they walked toward the changing rooms.

She asked, puzzled, "What were you two talking about?"

Sheng Yan calmly replied, "Nothing much, go change your clothes. Do you want to play some tennis later?"

When He Jinxia noticed he didn’t want to talk, she didn’t insist on getting an answer. Something seemed to cross her mind, and she suddenly chuckled, a sly twinkle passing through her eyes as she teased,

"Tennis? I remember last time someone taught me tennis and defeated me so badly that I hit the ground. I wonder if, after a year, that person would go easy on me?"

Sheng Yan paused in his step and turned to look at Jinxia. His hand around her waist tightened slightly as he spoke unhurriedly, "Generally, I don’t hold back, but—"

He lifted his hand, gently rubbed Jinxia’s head, his eyes clear and warm, "Miss He, you are my only exception."

Some people either never love and remain alone, aloof and detached from the world.

But once they love, they devote themselves to only one person for life.

Sometimes Sheng Yan wondered why he made so many exceptions for He Jinxia, always breaking his own rules.

Perhaps it was because she, like his former self, used to be overweight. Watching her gradually slim down was like seeing his past self sweating and striving hard.

Perhaps it was his mother’s advice that made him more patient with her from the start, paying more attention, and her image in his heart gradually became clearer.

Being a natural actor, he could tell when Jinxia was acting and when she was revealing her true nature.

So he knew better than anyone else how hard-working and excellent Jinxia was, her nature introverted and shy, yet outwardly she had to appear cold and strong.

The more he understood her, the more he felt sympathy.

When attention had become a habit, he suddenly realized that his feelings had deeply rooted.

He didn’t know what she had gone through to develop such a persona but knew he couldn’t let her go. He wanted her, wanted her always by his side, wanted her to smile, wanted her eyes to hold only him.

Perhaps even she didn’t know how beautiful her genuine smile was.

"Jinxia, you must be the little demon sent by heaven to restrain me," he said, leading her to the door of the women’s changing room and playfully tugging at her face.

He Jinxia: ??

This line sounds so familiar!

Wait, didn’t he just say that this afternoon, right after he had pinned her down on his car and kissed her passionately?

A surge of indignation rose within He Jinxia, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face. She suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance with Sheng Yan, and with a quick tug, she pulled down his shirt collar, revealing some of his well-built chest.

He Jinxia moved close to him, her body appearing to press against his, while actually maintaining a very slight distance.

She stood on her tiptoes, one hand braced against his chest, and the other lifting his chin, her posture the epitome of playful flirtation as she said,

"Yes, I am sent by heaven to drain your essence, so aren’t you hurrying away? Aren’t you afraid of dying?"

Her coquettish tone truly resembled that of a demon, causing Sheng Yan’s eyes to darken.

He sighed softly, making no move, his eyes cold like the composed monk Tang Sanzang amidst chaos.

He then spoke, "In the past, wars were waged just to win a beauty’s smile; I now understand why dying beneath the peonies is worthwhile if one wants to be a romantic ghost."

He Jinxia’s heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition rising, her hair standing on end.

She quickly stepped back, but it was already too late.

With a "bang," Sheng Yan’s hand clasped her tightly, while the other pressed against the wall, pinning her against it.

He Jinxia’s eyes widened, "Damn itΣ(っ°Д°;)っ"

This is the changing room, hey!

The women’s changing room!

The entrance to the women’s changing room!!!

"You..." She only managed to utter one word before Sheng Yan crushed her resistance, swallowing her protests.

As her consciousness blurred, Sheng Yan’s voice seemed to echo, "This is you provoking me..."

She! Was! Wronged! Ah!

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