Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 329 The Shadow of a Top Idol: Ex-Boyfriend 1

[This world is complete, but poorly written; you can skip it.]

[A heads-up: The main plot is minimal; chapters four, five, and six are more like character side stories with a lot of psychological analysis. Some characters exhibit personality inconsistencies, and the ending isn't sweet. Enter at your own risk!]

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H country, Yihua private hospital.

A fully armed man in black, carrying a bag, weaved through the crowd.

In stark contrast to his slightly overweight physique is his agile movement, always managing to dodge at extreme angles.

"Hello! Please show your identification!" The hospital security guard stopped the fat man in black. Although he had been led in before, they still couldn't be careless.

Ever since that person was admitted to the hospital, their security personnel have been acting with extreme caution, fearing any mistakes or oversights.

"Cough!" The fat man had no identification. He glanced at his phone briefly, his whole body drenched in sweat.

"Sir, he's my friend, please!" A middle-aged man walked out from inside the defense line and waved to the chubby boy.

"Yes, Mr. Yuan!"

"Thank you!"

The security guard had barely opened a crack when the fat man slipped right in.

He bowed to Mr. Yuan and then quickly walked towards the VVIP ward.

"Knock knock!" "Come in!"

"Ah! I'm alive!" As soon as Little Fatty entered the ward, he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. The cold floor and the air conditioning made him shrink back quickly.

Yuan Zhen followed him inside and saw the pile of people on the ground, looking helpless.

However, the deeply ingrained habit prevailed, and she advised Little Fatty, "You child! Get up quickly, or you'll catch a cold and suffer health problems when you're old!"

"Brother Yuan, let me lie down for a while."

"Lie down on the sofa."

"Never mind, Brother Yuan, he's too tough." You Lai chuckled, a sharp pain shooting through his waist.

"You should calm down too, stop making me worry all day long!" Yuan Zhen stepped forward and raised the hospital bed a little. He noticed that You Lai was not feeling well. He felt sorry for her but was also helpless. What could he do when his artist was working too hard?

But those words of advice have been said a thousand times; now it's best to let him have some peace and quiet to recuperate.

"Hey, Brother You, do you know what I brought?"

The fat man was tall and strong; when he was laid out, he would take up more than half of the floor of this large ward.

"What?" You Lai's mood was indifferent. Ever since he injured his back on stage, triggering all the ailments he had accumulated, he had gained a long-lost peace, as if a clockwork had been broken.

I have no interest in any news.

"I bet you haven't logged into QQ in a long time and haven't received any group chat messages." The fat man was still keeping him in suspense, and he didn't forget to pull the black package next to him over and protect it in his arms.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then forget it..."

"Hey, Brother Yuan, you're not still hiding that from Brother You, are you?" The fat man suddenly became wary.

Yuan Zhen looked embarrassed. If it weren't for his hardworking artist's injury, his energy level would have plummeted to rock bottom. He wasn't watching TV or the news; even the news of his artist's safety was reported to him by his manager.

The company wouldn't want to keep it from him and quietly shift the focus away from him.

after all,

The company is also somewhat responsible for the damage to the venue and equipment. If fans pursue this matter, the stock price might not be able to be controlled, and shareholders might protest and demand accountability. That would be a real headache for the company's upper management.

As for,

A long-ago little scandal.

It won't damage the fan base of the group or the artist at all.

Moreover, compared to those agents who were kept in the dark, he knew all about You Lai's affairs perfectly well.

He has maintained a clean record throughout his life, protected by his parents in his hometown, and handled everything for him here. This is because he truly possesses talent, artistic genius, and an impeccable appearance, coupled with his character, values, and excellent academic record.

Also, be down-to-earth and hardworking.

Such a large fan base is something that companies and industry insiders would have to carefully consider before resorting to underhanded tactics.

The only source of her romances and rumors was a passionate but ultimately fruitless love affair from her youth.

They were both exceptionally good people, and their closest moment was when they embraced each other in farewell.

It was precisely because of this relationship that...

And the bitterness of something that can never be held onto.

Only their own artists can generate endless inspiration and write many songs.

In order to avoid being pulled or damaged by others, the child also put in a lot of effort to learn music arrangement and all related skills, just so that he could express himself completely.

As the only person trusted who had the privilege of hearing the demo, Yuan Zhen said.

He was genuinely grateful for this fleeting period of his youth.

Otherwise, like a certain competitor, the company clearly manipulated the persona, portraying the individual as a highly talented creative individual.

It's like they're practically feeding the concepts and music to a baby, and then, after achieving some success, they get carried away and publicly expose their mistakes in basic music theory. Then everything falls apart, and it's revealed that even the pieces they used for auditioning as trainees were plagiarized from a former classmate.

That's absolutely embarrassing.

Yuan Zhen feels incredibly proud whenever he thinks about how his own artists are truly talented and have real soul.

Over the years, I have always maintained a polite relationship with Ms. Xia. Her advice has always been accurate, and even if it doesn't show immediate results, it has been a great help to my artists in the long run.

Yuan Zhen looked like someone being pulled in a difficult position.

On one hand, he wants to emulate other professional agents, being ruthless and mercenary, mercilessly eliminating anything that might jeopardize an artist's future. What use are his ideas if he can make money?

On the other hand, as You Lai's friend, he had countless times hoped that he could have a happy and fulfilling life. This kind of life was close to his original dream, but he had also lost too much, being swept along by the company, the outside world, and the fans.

Now, even the last remaining memory might be unearthed and used to bury the girl he once cherished.

Fatty Feng Man and patient You Lai watched Yuan Zhen's constantly changing expressions.

Deep down, I had my own guesses.

Feng Man suddenly didn't want to keep him in suspense any longer. He took out a box and handed it to You Lai, saying, "A gift from a good friend, everyone in the class gets one! It's not just for you! I get one too, hehe!"

You Lai didn't speak, but took the box, opened it, and found a leaf-shaped brooch, exquisitely and delicately designed. When she picked it up, she could see the light refracting from different angles in the sunlight.

There's a small logo on the box. This brand, while not particularly expensive, still costs at least a thousand yuan for each brooch.

Everyone gets a share. There are fifty people in the class. Not counting the teacher or differences in value, this small gift still costs more than 50,000 yuan.

She's still a graduate student, why is she spending so much?

"Fatty, where's yours?" You Lai asked, startling the person who was secretly picking up the bag.

"No, Brother You!"

"I know, I'm just checking out what it looks like," You Lai added. "I'm not going to steal it from you."

"Then just take one look." Feng Man handed over the box, his expression seemingly knowing everything.

You Lai opened the same decorative box, and inside lay a quiet orange blossom brooch.

"Snapped--"

The boxes were closed, and You Lai put both boxes under the blanket. He then offered the price directly: "Sell them to me. Brother Yuan will transfer 20,000 to him!"

"Hey, no! I didn't agree to sell it to you!"