CHAPTER 526: 208 SETTLING ACCOUNTS

Two days passed quickly.

Shen You’an finished the shoot and called a car for Gao Yuyue, asking her to return to the hotel first.

Shen You’an waited at the least crowded North Gate of Lushui Ancient City for two minutes before a blue supercar stopped in front of her.

On the driver’s seat, Feng Yueyang lowered his sunglasses and looked at Shen You’an.

He spoke in a deliberately exaggerated tone, "Boss, have you been practicing some kind of sinister technique to steal yin and replenish yang? How come every time I see you, you’re even more stunning than before?"

Shen You’an pulled open the passenger door, "If I practiced such a sinister technique, the first thing I’d do is melt you away."

Feng Yueyang hugged his arms theatrically with a look of exaggerated fear, "Then you’d lose an adorable little sidekick."

Shen You’an couldn’t stand it, "Enough nonsense, drive."

Feng Yueyang chuckled and started the car.

The blue supercar weaved dramatically through traffic like it was showing off, drawing the attention of onlookers.

Shen You’an felt embarrassed and asked Feng Yueyang to put up the convertible top.

Today, the two were going to meet Liang Wei.

He had given up on treatment, left the hospital, and was now recuperating at home. However, his medical team still stayed with him to ease his pain during his final days.

Two days ago, Liang Wei had proactively contacted Feng Yueyang to arrange a meal at Zirui Pavilion, insisting that Feng Yueyang attend no matter what.

Feng Yueyang could roughly guess what Liang Wei wanted to do, which is why they were making this trip today.

"That old fox Liang Wei, who knows what outrageous request he’ll come up with. I haven’t even settled the score with his son yet."

No one responded, and Feng Yueyang turned his head to see Shen You’an focused entirely on her phone.

He felt a bit annoyed.

Who was Boss messaging?

Unfortunately, the phone screen reflected light, so he couldn’t see anything clearly.

The moment Shen You’an received the WeChat message, she froze slightly.

She stared at the profile picture—a sunflower blooming toward the sun, vibrant and spirited in style, yet filtered with low saturation and a distinct faded effect, evoking a haunting sense of melancholy akin to the late autumn chill.

The other party sent a photo, followed by a message.

——On the 31st night, at the city stadium, live broadcast for the final night. I’ll be performing. If you have time, can you come?

Shen You’an opened the image. It was a photo of a ticket.

Shen You’an focused on the message. It carried a subtle sense of caution, as if she could see a youthful pair of dark, expectant eyes gazing at her through the words.

It was hard to bear letting those eyes fill with disappointment.

Her fingertips brushed the keyboard, and she replied——Okay.

The other party almost instantly replied——You’re welcome to bring your friends. Let me know how many tickets you’ll need before coming. 😊

With a sharp drift, the car pulled into the parking lot. Shen You’an looked up to see the traditional Chinese-style building of Zirui Pavilion ahead.

Shen You’an pocketed her phone and followed Feng Yueyang into the restaurant’s main entrance.

Feng Yueyang reported the name of the private room, and a server led them upstairs.

Passing one private room, they nearly collided with a young man who had just walked out.

"Watch where the hell you’re going!" The young man snapped angrily, swearing as soon as he opened his mouth.

When he raised his head and saw Feng Yueyang’s face, he quickly dropped to his knees in a sliding motion, his expression instantly ingratiating, "So it’s Mr. Feng. Pardon my foolishness for nearly offending you. I hope you’re magnanimous enough not to mind my clumsiness."

Feng Yueyang let out a cold snort and glanced into the private room. "What are you doing here?"

The room’s door was slightly ajar, letting out the smell of alcohol and the sound of lively banter. Feng Yueyang instinctively frowned and rubbed his nose.

Huang Xi gave a sycophantic smile and asked obsequiously, "Mr. Feng, are you familiar with the show *Young Idols*?"

Feng Yueyang replied with an icy expression, nodding, "I’ve heard of it."

"My uncle is an investor in the show. With the finale coming up, the battle for debut spots between the entertainment companies has been intense. I came along to gain some insight. Oh, and Mr. Feng, I brought a few VIP final tickets for you. Feel free to bring your friends and come watch."

Huang Xi couldn’t help but be drawn to the person standing next to Feng Yueyang.

The figure was dressed entirely in black, wearing a hat, a face mask, and glasses that wrapped them up tightly, but carried an inexplicable allure. There was also something indescribably familiar about them.

"Keep them for yourself."

Feng Yueyang, who had dated a few model girlfriends during his wild years, admired their striking physiques but couldn’t stand their materialistic tendencies, which left him with a complete aversion to the entertainment industry.

He started walking away but soon remembered Shen You’an following him and couldn’t help but stop and look back.