I Didn’t Want to Fall, but My Arch-Nemesis Is Just Too Handsome - Chapter 15

The light from above was blocked. Jiang Xu looked up and saw Qin Ruizhe standing in front of him.

“Jiang Xu, long time no see!”

Qin Ruizhe was smiling, but an intangible pressure surged from all directions, pressing down on Jiang Xu overwhelmingly. It was like a giant hand hovering over his head, forcing him to bow his head in submission. It was the mental suppression of an S-grade Alpha. Qin Ruizhe had released his pheromones, using only a small amount, yet it was highly targeted. No one else around them felt it, but Jiang Xu felt the agony of this pheromone suppression deeply.

He felt as if he were being pinned down. The oxygen in the air was stirred up and scattered by that invisible hand, pushed away, and moved further out of reach. He wanted to gasp for air, but he struggled to even open his mouth.

It was so uncomfortable! Jiang Xu’s eyes were bloodshot, and he tried hard to break free from the suppression, but in this moment, the disparity in their levels was reflected perfectly.

A faint scent of wine silently and imperceptibly permeated the air. It quickly and domineeringly restrained that invisible hand, pulling it away and destroying it as easily as if it were playing with clay. It wantonly smashed that hand into pieces with a heavy blow. The elegant, solemn scent of wine instantly filled Jiang Xu’s world, soothing his panicked heart.

Jiang Xu subconsciously glanced at the man beside him. Xu Zhiyan was not looking at him; his deep eyes were fixed on Qin Ruizhe ahead. There was no extra reaction on his face, but Qin Ruizhe felt something heavy smash into his heart. The suffocating pain was like a blunt object churning his heart. The mental suppression from an S-grade Alpha rubbed his soul against the ground, leaving him no chance to resist. That mysterious force whipped him mercilessly, tormenting his nerves and his dignity. His legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

Bang! The grand ritual was complete.

Jiang Xu tilted his chin slightly to look at him, his drooping eyes filled with mockery. “Mr. Qin, what are you doing? It is not New Year yet; why are you paying me a New Year greeting in advance?”

Qin Ruizhe’s face alternated between red and white. He had suffered a loss in silence and could not argue his case now. After all, using mental suppression against an Omega of a lower level than himself was not an honorable thing. If it were exposed, it would affect his reputation as a wealthy young master. He pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly, bracing his hands on the floor in an attempt to stand up. As soon as his knees left the ground, he fell back down again.

Bang! The sound pierced the ears, making Qin Ruizhe’s expression become exceptionally ugly. He gritted his teeth tightly, looking at the expressionless Xu Zhiyan with venomous eyes. The man half-lowered his eyelashes, long lashes covering the emotions in his eyes. Only then did one see the corners of his lips curl up, revealing a surprised expression: “Why did Mr. Qin kneel down again? Is it because Xu Xu did not give you any New Year money?”

New Year money, my foot! Qin Ruizhe roared in his heart. If it were not for the cameras still filming, he would definitely have engaged in a head-on confrontation with Xu Zhiyan, letting this man know that he was not someone to be trifled with.

“I, my legs are a bit uncomfortable. It must be a residual effect from an injury a while ago.” Qin Ruizhe began to make excuses for himself. “I have really made everyone laugh at me.”

Jiang Chuhe ran over to help him up. “Aze, are you alright?”

Director Zhao also followed up: “Do you need to go and take a rest?”

“Do not let me affect the filming progress; I can persist.” Qin Ruizhe moved his legs. “It will be fine once I warm up; it is not a big problem.”

Jiang Xu sneered in his heart. Grandson! You are acting quite like it.

He glanced sideways at the man beside him. Xu Zhiyan was looking at him. After meeting his gaze, he curled his lips and smiled at him. It was a very gentle smile, but Jiang Xu felt inexplicably at ease. It seemed that no matter what happened, Xu Zhiyan would stand by his side and shelter him from the wind and rain.

Jiang Xu shifted his body unobtrusively. The distance he had previously maintained from Xu Zhiyan gradually shortened with his movement. No one else noticed his small movements, but Xu Zhiyan, who had been paying attention to him the whole time, discovered it. He curled his lips silently. It seemed his treasure was slowly moving toward him.

Time neared noon, and it was lunch time. The long European-style dining table in the hotel restaurant was filled with all kinds of delicacies. The guests sat down one by one. Luo Yuan was a little foodie, his big eyes twinkling. “Director Zhao, you are such a nice person! Preparing so many delicious things for us.”

Director Zhao said with a smile: “There really are not many directors as thoughtful as I am. Everyone, please sit down and taste the hotel’s specialty food.”

Ling Jiuxiao looked at the covered plates with vigilance: “What is inside these? It will not turn into some messy things after we lift them, will it?”

Luo Yuan looked at him in confusion: “What could appear?”

“Severed hands and feet, or hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and the like.”

As soon as Ling Jiuxiao finished speaking, Luo Yuan covered his mouth, and the expressions of the other guests were also difficult to describe.

Jiang Xu: “Do you not eat offal usually? Chicken hearts, lamb kidneys, and so on; are these not all offal?”

Cui Qinglan: “Teacher Jiang is right! It is impossible for the production team to put human organs on the table.”

The bullet comments joined in the fun: [Director Zhao is truly bold.]

Ni Wentian lifted a lid, and a plate with a fragrant roast chicken was placed there. “I knew it was roast chicken; the director team would definitely not arrange any dark cuisine.”

Ni Wentian took the props sent by the staff and began to distribute the roast chicken. He gave the two chicken legs to Jiang Chuhe and Qin Ruizhe. “Does anyone have any opinions about giving them to the non-celebrity guests?”

Luo Yuan nodded foolishly: “No opinions!”

Ling Jiuxiao glanced at him. What a little fool.

Cui Qinglan smiled meaningfully and picked up his glass to drink lemon water. Ni Wentian’s act of fawning was too obvious; I am afraid only the simple-minded Luo Yuan did not notice it. Jiang Xu was not interested in the roast chicken. He chose his favorite food, put it into his plate, and ate quietly.

Xu Zhiyan did not touch the tableware on the table. Luo Yuan was eating roast chicken and asked vaguely: “Why is Film Emperor Xu not eating?”

“He must be maintaining his figure. Film emperors all have an idol burden and pay special attention to body management.” Ni Wentian directly classified Xu Zhiyan into the idol category, implying that he was famous because of his face and did not have much strength.

Qin Ruizhe had a smile on his lips. It seemed he was not the only one who detested Xu Zhiyan.

Xu Zhiyan smiled elegantly: “Good food is not afraid of being late.”

A piece of roast lamb chop with garlic was placed on his plate. Xu Zhiyan’s narrow eyes brimmed with laughter: “You can eat now.”

Everyone: ?!!!

All eyes turned to Jiang Xu in unison. Jiang Xu was burying his head in his meal and did not notice the eyes cast around him at all. His way of eating was quite strange; he tasted the things in his dish, and he would put the remaining untouched food into Xu Zhiyan’s dish. He did not share every kind of food with Xu Zhiyan, occasionally reaching over with his chopsticks to put food down secretly. However, such sharing still surprised those inside and outside the lens.

[Xu Xu is actually sharing food with Film Emperor Xu. He is really too kind, I am crying to death!]

[Why do I feel that Jiang Xu is giving the things he does not like to my idol?]

[Please boldly remove the words “Why do I feel.”]

[Jiang Xu is just choosing food; he keeps what he likes and gives what he does not like to Film Emperor Xu.]

[Excessive! Does he treat Film Emperor Xu as a trash can?]

[Did you not see Film Emperor Xu eating very happily? The person involved does not mind, so why are the fans being hypocritical?]

[If Xu Xu did not put food in his bowl, I feel like Film Emperor Xu could starve himself to death.]

[I advise you to manage less of the couple’s business.]