CHAPTER 917: CHAPTER 916: THIS PERSON IS HIS

The two of them struck a pose in secret, waiting nervously for the man to come over, only to see Bo Tingshen walk straight past as if he hadn’t seen them, heading directly to the photography set.

Le Hui: "?"

Cheng Peihan: "..."

They turned their heads, just in time to see the man’s tall figure stop in front of the set, his gaze fixed on Ye Xian, who was getting her costume photos taken.

Was he... here to see Ye Xian?

And that cup of milk tea, was it meant for Ye Xian too?

Nearby, a group of Star Entertainment staff having afternoon tea chuckled quietly, "It’s hilarious. Seeing how they were groveling earlier, they must have thought President Bo was there to see them."

"What were they thinking? President Bo hasn’t even spared a glance at actresses a thousand times prettier, and those two... just big chests and no brains."

"Exactly, but Ye Xian is really something. Not only did she land the lead male role in the company’s big IP show, but she’s also so close to our President Bo. Didn’t you know? He already came to see her when filming ’Conquest of the World.’

"Is that for real? The CEO so busy every day, yet he never misses one of Ye Xian’s shows? Jiang Wanze doesn’t even get that level of attention, right?"

"Not even close, it’s far apart ~"

"Who wouldn’t like such a young, handsome, and profitable star under their banner?"

"Alright, alright, stop gossiping about the boss’s matters. Aren’t you afraid of losing your jobs?"

Le Hui and Cheng Peihan felt a bit embarrassed hearing the mocking discussions from the staff nearby, and couldn’t help but sneak a glance towards the set.

If they weren’t mistaken, President Bo’s gaze... was quite entranced?

Inside the set, in front of a massive green screen with three rings, a transparent wire strung across, the young man suspended from a harness descended elegantly from the sky, his black leather boots landing lightly on the wire like a dragonfly touching water. A wind machine billowed his black satin robe edged with gold and embroidered serpents and dragons. His broad sleeves, patterned with clous designs, fluttered in the air, his dark waist cinched loosely, a red satin belt tying up his cascade of inky black hair. The exquisite features of his face were strikingly handsome to the extreme.

Xiao Jingche and Shen Jinyou were utterly different; he exuded a natural charm from his very core, mesmerizing and captivating.

A long flute spun gracefully between the young man’s slender and fair fingers, tilted towards his lips. He closed his eyes slightly, wholly absorbed in playing.

When the sound of the flute emerged, every staff member present looked up in astonishment. Was that... Ye Xian playing for real, not just a dubbing?

The flute’s melody was clear and lovely, beautifully winding. It rang cheerily like chimes, filling the air, or descended mournfully, seemingly sobbing; it was ethereal, leaving listeners uplifted and immersed, feeling their bodies become light as if about to float away.

Bo Tingshen’s gaze was locked onto the young man poised on the wire, taking in the slim waist that begged to be grasped, his slightly trembling lashes, and the full, rosy lips pressed against the flute, coaxing out alluring notes with each breath.

Seducing his senses, leaving his mind gradually unfocused, it seemed as though she wasn’t playing a flute at all but something else...

His body felt lighter, almost as though it were about to take flight.

Bo Tingshen’s grip on the milk tea tightened, his knuckles turning pale, the force so great that the cup’s rim slightly deformed.

He tried to force himself to look away, but found he couldn’t.

How could she be so enticing...

"Wow wow wow~"

In front of the camera, the director clapped excitedly while looking at the stunningly beautiful costume photos appearing on the screen, "Cut! Ye Xian, you were only meant to use the flute as a prop, who knew you’d actually play it? Now our crew can save on music rights fees!"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed as Ye Xian pressed her lips together, opening her eyes to see a handsome figure standing before the set.

The CEO?!

Her eyes lit up, sparkling with excitement.

The staff lowered the harness, she untied the straps, and ran over with a smile, "CEO, why are you here?"

The young man, who had seemed like a dream in an art piece just moments ago, now stood before him, lifting her beautiful face, vibrant and lively.

Her eyes were full of him.

Bo Tingshen felt his reason snap for a moment, then a profound sense of fulfillment washed over him, completely engulfing him.

This person was his.

"To see you."

He handed her the milk tea.

Ye Xian looked at the cup, dainty and pink in his large hand, and it was so incongruous she couldn’t help but laugh, wisps of steam escaping.

A grown man holding such a pink milk tea was truly amusing.

"Thank you!"

She took it, sipping the rich and sweet milk tea, the warm flow easing into her stomach, making her whole body comfortable.

The next second, she felt a weight on her shoulders.

Looking up, she saw the man had taken off his coat and wrapped it tightly around her.

"CEO..."

Ye Xian’s eyes widened, instinctively glancing around. The bystanders quickly averted their gaze, except for the surprised looks hidden in Le Hui and Cheng Peihan’s eyes.

Visiting set could be considered caring for the production, and gifting milk tea could be seen as appreciating talent, but taking off his coat to keep someone warm in the coldest winter...?

Wasn’t that something only couples do?

This...

Could President Bo possibly have feelings for Ye Xian???

"Everyone’s watching, you should take it off..."

Ye Xian silently signaled him with her eyes, and was just about to remove the coat when Bo Tingshen’s large hand firmly clutched her arm. He bent down to her ear, "I’ve already held myself back by not hugging you directly."

Ye Xian: "..."

"Or do you want me to kiss you in front of them?"

Ye Xian: "....." Although this werewolf indeed could be so bold.

Ye Xian shivered slightly, holding the milk tea, suddenly bowed at a ninety-degree angle, "Thank you, President Bo, for your care! I will definitely work hard."

Onlookers, "..." What’s this, a stolen move from the room next door?

"Good."

Bo Tingshen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, gently patting her head, as tender and ambiguous as could be.

Ye Xian: "..." She felt at this rate, she wouldn’t even be able to protect her gender anymore.

"Heh heh, CEO, it’s cold outside. Let me take you to the lounge to rest."

"Mm." Bo Tingshen’s lips curved slightly, "Ye Xian, I didn’t know you could play the flute, too? You’re quite skilled."

"Of course, I’ve practiced!"

"When will you play for me?"

"Sure, what song would you like, CEO?"

Ye Xian raised her eyebrows, not expecting him to be interested in flute music. She quite liked it too; she originally learned it for a costume drama and continued because she found the sound pleasing.

Bo Tingshen: "Anything is fine, as long as it’s long."

"Huh?" Ye Xian had played the flute for ages and for others too, but everyone usually requested classic pieces. She’d never heard anyone just ask for it to be long, how odd...

Snap—

A flash of light crossed her mind as Ye Xian seemed to realize something, staring wide-eyed at the man above. She saw the devilish grin on his lips.

Clearly, he wasn’t talking about the same thing she was.

This... old pervert!