Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 367 - 368: Gently Hooking

Chapter 367: Chapter 368: Gently Hooking

After the brand event concluded, He Jinxia declined the organizer’s invitation to have dinner together, saying she had matters to attend to and left ahead of time.

Sitting in the car, Luo You then handed the content posted by the marketing account to He Jinxia, "You guessed right, someone did decide to leak the information, but it seems they didn’t get a front photo of your aunt, so the marketing account didn’t make a big deal out of it."

He thought for a moment and said solemnly, "You handled it well yesterday by letting them in for a private talk. If it had turned into a public argument, today’s gossip news would not have read like this."

He Jinxia thought for a moment and said, "Although the staff didn’t take a picture, if they really wanted to find one they could, there are surveillance cameras outside the arena, and a determined person could easily dig that up."

A hint of a smile crossed Luo You’s eyes as he said with a deep meaning, "Diligent people are not the issue, the key is your aunt. As long as your aunt doesn’t stir up trouble, they won’t be able to either."

He Jinxia frowned, "What do you plan to do?"

Luo You’s response was breezy, "Don’t worry, I’ll use regular channels. It’s just to scare them a little. Your proposal was a bit mild. I’ve just toughened it slightly, and moreover—"

He paused, "The entertainment circle isn’t a place where you can come and go as you please; the waters here are very deep. Even with leaks, there are rules to follow."

He Jinxia was slightly taken aback, feeling a sharp edge in Luo You’s words.

Having worked at Tonghua Entertainment for many years, Luo You didn’t make any stars famous, but precisely because he managed lesser-known stars, he had more encounters with all sorts of people and knew the unwritten rules all too well.

The look on He Jinxia’s face grew solemn, "Brother Luo, I don’t want them getting hurt."

Luo You said casually, "Don’t worry, I won’t touch a hair on their heads."

He Jinxia wanted to ask how he was going to do it, but seeing that Luo You was evading the topic, she realized he wouldn’t give her a straight answer, so she didn’t press further. In the car, she removed her makeup and had Sister Xiao Hua drive straight to Dongting Lake Garden.

She was set to fly to the United States tomorrow, and she needed a good rest tonight to be fully energized for another battlefield.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dayou was hiring a private detective to locate the whereabouts of He Hui and her group. No sooner had he registered at the detective agency and returned to his office than his phone buzzed with a text message. The message contained an unfamiliar address and a note:

[This is the person you’re looking for.]

Zhang Dayou’s brow furrowed. He had just left the detective agency and they had already sent over an address. Had their efficiency skyrocketed to FBI levels?

No, that wasn’t right!

Zhang Dayou immediately called the detective agency and found out that they hadn’t started searching for the people he was looking for, so the message definitely didn’t come from the detective agency.

After hanging up the call, he was utterly baffled. If it wasn’t from the detective agency, then where did it come from?

After some thought, he called Luo You.

Luo You had just sent He Jinxia home and upon hearing the news from Zhang Dayou’s end, he suggested, "I’ll bring some extra people and go with you. Maybe the address is real?"

There is strength in numbers, and they couldn’t think of anyone who might be helping them. Instead of guessing blindly about potential conspiracies, they decided it was better to investigate in person.

***

Back home, He Jinxia got ready and at seven o’clock sharp, she was sitting on the couch, tuning into Huadu TV to watch "Small Bridge, Flowing Water, People."

At the same time, Mrs. He returned home with Aunt Rui.

Shortly after, Sheng Yan came running down from the upper floor, and they all gathered in the living room to watch the show together.

Mrs. He sat with Aunt Rui, who was trying to console her, "Don’t get worked up. If you go there now, you are sure to get into an argument. If someone takes a photo, those who don’t know the truth will misinterpret Jinxia all over again!"

He Jinxia appeared to be watching television, but in reality, she was surreptitiously pricking up an ear to eavesdrop. After listening for a while, she made out that Aunt Rui and Mrs. He were discussing the matter concerning He Hui.

Listening to Aunt Rui as she confidently spouted her reasonable and well-founded points, her tone practiced and not at all unfamiliar, it seemed she had been quite busy working on Mrs. He’s thoughts today.

Jinxia was thoroughly engrossed in her secret listening when suddenly the hand resting by her thigh was pinched firmly yet gently.

Jinxia turned her head slightly and glanced over at Sheng Yan, who wasn’t looking at her but was seriously sitting upright, watching television.

Judging by his appearance, he was the picture of propriety, but those restless hands of his undermined the serious aura he was projecting.

Pinch then stroke, after stroking he would pinch again—as if the man was holding some novel toy in his hand.

Jinxia watched his hand for a good while, then turned to check on Mrs. He and the others. They were seated up front, watching and chatting without glancing over in their direction.

Although she knew they wouldn’t notice, Jinxia couldn’t help feeling somewhat guilty...

She turned her head away, refusing to look at Sheng Yan, and resolutely withdrew her hand.

The next second, Sheng Yan placed a pillow between them, and using it as cover, his hand precisely caught Jinxia’s. His large palm immediately enveloped Jinxia’s comparatively petite one.

He Jinxia: "..."

Sheng Yan’s hand wound around hers, one finger after another prying at her wrist forcefully, compelling her to open her hand and then interlocking their fingers.

He Jinxia: "..."

When it came to underhanded subtleties, she respected no one but Sheng Yan!

Maybe it was the brightness in Jinxia’s gaze, but Sheng Yan turned his head and met her eyes directly with his dark ones.

A shallow smile crept across his lips, and his pinky finger softly traced a hook on her palm.

Instantly, a surge of restlessness rose in Jinxia’s heart, causing her face to feel hot as well.

Bashfully, she moved her head away, not wanting to look at this man who seemed so proper on the surface but was thoroughly mischievous at heart.

At the same moment, Brother Luo and Zhang Dayou arrived at the address provided in the text message with a bunch of people in tow.

It was an ordinary hotel.

Brother Luo and Zhang Dayou exchanged glances, nodded at each other, entered the hotel, took the elevator, and arrived in front of the room number given in the text message.

"Ding dong ding dong!" A series of sharp doorbell ringing echoed, and someone from inside shouted, "Who is it?"

Brother Luo and Zhang Dayou’s eyes brightened, and they looked at each other again—it smelled like an opportunity!

"Ding dong ding dong!"

Without speaking, they kept pressing the doorbell insistently.

"Who on earth is it?"

Following that question, the door was flung open with a "bang," and He Hui appeared, clearly impatient, "Who are you guys? What do you want with me!"