Chapter 28

Chapter 28

After landing in Hong Kong, Lu Ke hesitantly sent a WeChat message to Assistant Fang. Assistant Fang had always been kind to her, so Lu Ke felt she owed her an explanation.

"Sorry for not answering the phone, I've left. I won't be staying in the house anymore; I’m giving it back to Feng Yiyan."

She added a puppy apology sticker.

Left? Where is she going?

Assistant Fang was puzzled. She still didn’t know what Lu Ke had done to provoke the boss to the point of lashing out at her.

Assistant Fang, forgetting about her bonus for a moment, quickly typed: "Where are you going? Keep the house, otherwise, you'll have to find a place during your holidays."

Lu Ke didn’t answer where she was going, only replying: "No need, I’m dropping out of school."

Assistant Fang was stunned: "Not studying anymore? Are you planning to drop out?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do after dropping out? Become an actress?"

"No, I’m going to travel the world and eat all the amazing food out there!"

Assistant Fang quickly forwarded the chat screenshot to Feng Yiyan, hoping he’d handle the situation. After reading it, a cold smile crept across Feng Yiyan’s otherwise expressionless face.

After the MV shoot, their interactions had pretty much stopped. Why was she overreacting like this? She didn’t just bail on the MV—she came back and bit him, and now she’s dropping out of school?

With her family background, getting into Dong University was no small feat. And now she’s throwing it all away over something so trivial?

Feng Yiyan felt a surge of anger and immediately dialed Lu Ke’s number.

The dial tone rang three times before it abruptly cut off. Lu Ke had hung up on him.

He let out an angry laugh and immediately dialed again. This time, the tone barely rang once before she hung up again.

Being hung up on was something Feng Yiyan rarely experienced. Refusing to accept it, he pursed his lips and called a third time. This time, before the tone could even start, an AI voice calmly informed him, 'The number you have dialed is powered off.'

She had directly turned off her phone.

Fine. Feng Yiyan set his phone down, his face blank.

If she wants to drop out, fine. He didn’t care.

A minute later, he stormed into the music room on the villa’s second floor, locked the door, and channeled his anger into writing a song to scold Lu Ke.

Titled 'The Illiterate Who Doesn’t Study,' the song was a rock anthem with an ear-splitting melody, heavy metal riffs, and brutally sarcastic lyrics.

After listening to the demo, Feng Yiyan let out a bitter laugh, his anger fading like burnt-out embers. He sneered, eyelids lowered, and muttered, 'This is messed up.'

He was lashing out at Lu Ke—and, in a way, at himself.

A fan drops out of school over a failed celebrity crush, and instead of caring, the idol writes an angry song to scold her. No matter how you look at it, it’s messed up.

Forget it, self-destruction, he respects and blesses.

A faint pain throbbed in his thigh. Feng Yiyan lifted the loose leg of his sport shorts and glanced at the bandaged wound area, his expression darkened again.

"This isn't over yet."

He picked up his phone again and said, "Help me track someone's whereabouts."

Then he gave the relevant information to the other person.

After making the call, he sat still for a moment, then exhaled heavily, picking up his phone again in frustration and muttering, "I really owe her one."

As the only son of the Feng family in Hong Kong and a top-tier celebrity in the entertainment industry, Feng Yiyan had an extensive network of connections, spanning almost every industry where he could find someone to help.

After scrolling through the endless list of contacts on WeChat, he finally found a vice president of Dong University he rarely contacted and called him.

"Uncle Li," he responded, "Yes, it's been a while. No, I'm not busy."

"There's indeed something I need your help with."

"Alright, since that's the case, I'll get straight to the point. I have a friend studying at Dong University who, in a moment of confusion, wants to drop out. I hope you can help me retain her student status."

"Her name is Lu Ke."

"Thank you, Uncle Li. I'll convince her to return and continue her studies later."

The call ended after fifteen minutes.

Feng Yiyan placed his phone face down on the table. The anger in his chest still hadn't gone away. He tried calling Lu Ke again, but her phone was still off.

His face got even more sour.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, and he felt like taking some Xiaoyao Wan to calm down. His assistant, in his forties, often recommended Xiaoyao Wan, saying that his own children were quite frustrating, and he relied on the pills to maintain peace of mind.

But there were no such pills at home, and he didn't want to bother his personal assistant to buy them either.

After a while, he decided to check Weibo to see if there were any similar brain-dead fans like Lu Ke. If there were, he could vent his anger by scolding them.

Feng Yiyan searched on his phone with a blank expression and, to his surprise, found a similar brain-dead fan.

It was a girl who had just finished her college entrance exams this year. Despite having excellent grades that could get her into the best university in the capital, she chose to attend a university in Shanghai just for him.

The girl, whose Weibo name was 'Feng's little lamb,' had posted a heartfelt essay expressing her love and admiration for him. The post had countless comments and reposts, with many people saying they were moved, accompanied by rows of crying emojis.

Feng Yiyan only read a few lines before he lost interest, his gaze settling on the last sentence.

'In my dim and hopeless days, he was like the stars in the sky, illuminating me and giving me hope. So now, I want to be closer to my star.'

So she gave up a better university for this?

Feng Yiyan wasn't moved; instead, he felt a bit disgusted by this self-indulgent, sacrificial sentiment.

He initially wanted to reply with a scathing comment but feared it might gratify the other party. So he tossed his phone aside and, with a cold, tired expression, opened his email to check the activity list his manager had sent him the day before.

The list was full of various activities, ads, red carpets, acting roles, variety show invites, and other collaboration offers.

As the boss, Feng Yiyan had the ultimate say in his schedule. He arranged all his activities himself, with his manager merely assisting, acting more like a secretary.

His manager would compile all the invitations into a spreadsheet and send it to him. He would then decide which activities to participate in. Most of the time, he didn't even look at the spreadsheet because he was too lazy to attend events.

But this time, his eyes landed on an invitation for an interview program.

He immediately called his agent and told him he wanted to accept that interview.

The agent couldn't believe his ears and confirmed, "You want to do an interview?"

"Yes, but check with them to move it to tonight. If tonight doesn't work, then forget it."

The agent was so shocked his jaw nearly dropped. He tentatively asked, "Boss, is there some big news to announce? Please give me a heads-up so I can have the PR department prepare in advance."

Is it about a relationship reveal? That would be terrifying—the entertainment world would go crazy.

Feng Yiyan: "No, don't think too much."

The agent let out a huge sigh of relief.

That had scared him to death.

Then Feng Yiyan mentioned the topic he wanted to be interviewed about.

After hearing it, the agent was a bit surprised and slightly suffocated. The boss has been unpredictable lately—why the sudden whim to take this topic interview? So strange.

But as a worker, he just needs to follow the boss's orders. After hanging up, the agent immediately contacted that independent media outlet.

When that independent media outlet learned that Feng Yiyan agreed to their interview, they were ecstatic.

Countless mainstream TV shows have tried to book Feng Yiyan but failed because Feng Yiyan is too focused on himself, only willing to spend time on music creation, too lazy to increase his exposure elsewhere. But now this golden opportunity landed in their lap.

The entire studio team was stunned with excitement.

Although their account has over eight million followers and they've interviewed many celebrities, they're no small operation—but this is Feng Yiyan, the synonym for top-tier.

Are they about to hit the big time?!

The entire studio was so thrilled they almost opened champagne to celebrate, but since the interview was tonight, they all held back, working like crazy.

They had to release the teaser first—not releasing it would be a missed opportunity.

The interview was streamed live first, then later the live broadcast was cut into several segments and posted in the feed.

After the teaser was released, when the live stream started at 8 PM, a flood of viewers poured in.

Originally, the audience wanted to scold them for spreading rumors for clicks.

But as soon as they entered the live stream and saw the real Feng Yiyan, they were all in shock.

"No way, it's actually Feng Yiyan!"

"Am I seeing things? Someone tell me!"

"Feng Yiyan never does interviews like this—is this an AI deepfake?!!"

"Ah, Yibao kills me! So handsome!!"

"Feng God Feng God!!!!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

At first, everyone thought this studio found someone named 'Feng Yiyan' to deceive people for traffic, but who knew they would see Feng Yiyan himself as soon as they entered, and they all rushed to share the live stream.

The host, sitting at the other end of the sofa, nervously stammered a greeting to Feng Yiyan.

Being a live broadcast host is highly demanding, and this male host is usually very experienced and professional. This was the first time he had stuttered this badly, so nervous his neck turned red.

The barrage of comments, though excited and frenzied, was full of mockery.

The number of live viewers skyrocketed, quickly reaching an astonishing figure, shattering the platform's record.

Feng Yiyan himself put immense pressure on the host. Under the soft lights, the host's forehead glistened with sweat.

"Sorry for stuttering. You’re even more handsome in person than on TV," the host laughed awkwardly, his ears red, "I'm so nervous."

After attempting to recover, the host warmed up the atmosphere for a while, asking Feng Yiyan some routine questions, to which Feng Yiyan gave short, indifferent answers.

The comments were flooded with people gushing over his looks, unable to believe Feng Yiyan had agreed to an interview, and many were guessing whether the background of this self-media outlet was very deep.

In short, rumors were flying everywhere.

The host was utterly baffled, not understanding why Feng Yiyan, such a big figure, would come to them, and could only attribute it to a whim.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, stared directly at Feng Yiyan’s strikingly handsome face, and continued with the prearranged interview questions.

"Mr. Feng, your fans adore you. Some fans move to Shanghai just to be closer to you. Are you touched by this?"

"Not in the slightest."

Feng Yiyan spoke, his tone icy and indifferent.

The off-camera staff collectively held their breath.

Arrogant—utterly arrogant.

In the entire entertainment industry, only this guy could be so arrogant, completely unfazed about losing fans.

Indeed, with his status, he didn't need to care about how many fans he had.

The host pressed on with the interview: "Why? Do you think they shouldn’t do this?"

Hearing this, Feng Yiyan, who had been somewhat lazy and indifferent, perked up, curled his lips, looked at the camera, and said viciously: "Yes, I think such behavior is no different from that of idiots and morons."

Every word was clear and deliberate, impossible to miss.

As soon as these words were spoken, the live stream went black.

Because it triggered sensitive words, involving insults, the live stream was immediately banned for twenty days.

!!!

The audience was stunned.

The entire studio also froze for a moment. They were scared—they didn't expect this person to dare to directly insult fans! Causing the live stream to be banned.

However, the staff and the host did not dare to show any dissatisfaction, nor did they dare to interrupt this hard-won interview, the camera continued to record.

The host tried to save face for Feng Yiyan: "You think fans should plan their work and studies according to their own pace, and should not make changes for you, right?"

He was screaming wildly in his head, daring to call fans idiots and morons, this young master really dares.

Feng Yiyan: "Exactly."

The host breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Yiyan continued, "I know there are many people in this world who live a hard life and want to find psychological support, but there are also many belief systems in this world. You can believe in the Western God, or the Eastern Buddha, or the God of Wealth, Mazu..."

His eyes darkened, and his voice, cold and clear like jade, echoed in the ears of every staff member present.

"But, I am just a singer, a businessman. I don’t like people idolizing me or going crazy over me."

The host was slightly surprised, his expression gradually calming down, somewhat dazed as he looked at the 23-year-old top celebrity in front of him.

All celebrities hope their fans are as loyal as possible, wishing they could be the gods of their fans, making them go crazy and cheer for them.

But this 23-year-old top celebrity hopes that people won't chase him.

But then he thought, it makes sense, this person, besides being a star, is also a billionaire's son. He doesn't need the entertainment industry to make money; he’s already rich enough.

Feng Yiyan: "Fans who give up their studies and jobs for me, who chase stars to the point of obsession, in my eyes, are no better than hopeless romantics."

The host’s mind went blank.

What did he just hear?

"...Huh?"

He was stunned, dumbfoundedly uttering a "huh."

Feng Yiyan glanced at him indifferently, looking directly into the camera: "Fans who worked hard to get into a university in Shanghai just to see me, then dropped out when they couldn’t."

His dark, narrow eyes turned icy, then he smirked arrogantly.

He didn’t hold back: "Did you go to school for my sake? Did you study for me? There are thousands of talented singers with great voices. The reason you chase me so madly is because of my face and other conditions, right? Because I fit your ideal boyfriend image?"

"Filled with delusions of love, dropping out at the first sign of trouble—fans like that just disgust me."

He vented his frustration.

Fans online were completely blindsided by his words. When the recorded interview clip was broadcast, many female fans felt as if their hearts had been pierced, shattering into pieces.

But soon, they pulled themselves together.

What’s wrong with chasing something beautiful? Nothing! And Feng Yiyan was scolding those who gave up their studies and better job opportunities for chasing stars. They weren't that crazy, so what did it have to do with them?

Besides, Feng Yiyan calling out those obsessive fans shows he’s got his priorities straight. They didn’t stan the wrong guy! Wuwuwuwu.

The media outlet that interviewed Feng Yiyan gained two million followers that night, directly skyrocketing to tens of millions of followers. New followers flooded in across the internet, too many to count.

Many people, after watching this interview, thought of the girl who chose to come to Shanghai for university, sparking a huge debate.

At 2 a.m. that night, the blogger named 'Feng's little lamb who doesn’t eat grass' posted a Weibo.

"I cried all night after watching the live stream. I’m sorry, I was wrong. You really woke me up. I hope you don’t hate me. Being disliked by your idol is the worst feeling. I’ll enroll in the university that’s best for my major and work hard to become a contributing member of society."

Below was a photo of the admission notice from a top university in Beijing, with key information blurred out.

It turned out that although this girl had previously decided to come to Shanghai for university, she hadn't thrown away this admission notice. Deep down, she still had aspirations for that university.

The comments section blew up again.

Soon, the post was trending.

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After the interview, Feng Yiyan felt really good. He imagined Lu Ke returning, tearfully apologizing, "I’m sorry, I was wrong. I’ll go back to school." A lot of his pent-up frustration was released.

The whole interview lasted no more than fifteen minutes.

The self-media studio's editing speed was also impressive, as they had the interview video edited and posted on their account by 8:30.

Two hours later, the hot searches were all about this interview, and the whole internet went wild. He believed that Lu Ke, no matter where she was on Earth, would be able to see this interview and hear what he said.

However, there was no call from Lu Ke on his phone.

He tried calling again, but all he heard was the infuriating "The number you have dialed is switched off."

Instantly, he was as mad as a hornet.

That woman's way of thinking was beyond normal comprehension; he wouldn't have gone through all this for nothing, right?!