The Main Couple Fights Over Me (Entertainment Industry) - Chapter 3

Song Xun furrowed his brow. If he wasn’t mistaken, that old man was the original host’s stepfather.

The person on the other end of the phone ranted and raved for a long time. Song Xun hung up without a second thought, not bothering to deal with the lunatic.

Ever since the original host started earning money, he had frequently sent funds to this stepfather.

Sister Zhang watched cautiously, noticing Song Xun’s expression soften.

“Are you okay?”

Song Xun shook his head, then asked her, “Sister Zhang, when does that variety show start filming?”

“Around mid-next month. I’ll let you know once the exact date is confirmed.”

“Okay.”

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out first.”

“Wait, why are you in such a hurry? In a couple of days, I’ll find you a new assistant. Don’t throw any more tantrums or act like a diva, or no one will want to be your assistant.”

Song Xun nodded. He was genuinely exhausted, and at that moment, he would agree to anything Sister Zhang said. Even if she threatened to sell him off, he’d just reply with “Sure, sure, sure.”

Seeing how dismissive Song Xun was, Sister Zhang couldn’t help but feel a bit exasperated. She waved her hand helplessly.

“Alright, alright, go back and get some proper rest.”

Hearing this, Song Xun wasted no time leaving Sister Zhang’s office.

Liu Fumin, that old troublemaker, was incredibly persistent, constantly calling to harass Song Xun. If it were the original host, he would have probably just sent the money right away. Unfortunately, not only would Song Xun not send a single cent, but he also directly blocked Liu Fumin—out of sight, out of mind.

With still over half a month until the variety show recording, Sister Zhang didn’t let Song Xun idle at home. Instead, she got him a toothpaste commercial, where he’d shoot a few promotional videos.

The new assistant was a recent university graduate on her internship. She wore a pair of black-framed glasses, her big eyes looking a bit dazed as she nervously followed Song Xun, her face flushed.

She was probably just shy.

“Hello, I’m Song Xun. I’ll be counting on you from now on.”

Seeing the person in front of her smiling and speaking to her, Xiao Deng’s face turned even redder. She had heard rumors about Song Xun’s diva behavior and was worried she might be mistreated, but the salary Sister Zhang offered was quite attractive, and it would also count toward her internship credits.

What university student could resist an internship certificate?

So she reluctantly agreed.

Little did she expect that at their first meeting, she’d be completely stunned by Song Xun’s face.

She had only seen photos of Song Xun before and thought his looks were top-tier even in the entertainment industry, but in person, he was even more vibrant than in pictures.

Besides, Song Xun wasn’t acting like a diva at all—he seemed quite friendly. It just goes to show you can’t believe everything you read online.

“H-hello, you can just call me Xiao Deng from now on, Brother Song.”

Song Xun nodded. He had initially thought the girl was socially awkward, but after chatting for a while, he realized Xiao Deng was actually quite talkative, chattering nonstop.

“Hey, Brother Song, I heard you caused quite a scene at the Golden Statue Awards ceremony last time.”

Song Xun paused, wondering if he had misheard. “What?!”

“Yeah, it even made it to the trending searches. When Yan Jiayu was giving his speech, you started clapping before he even finished. Oh my, I felt so awkward just hearing about it.”

Song Xun rarely checked Weibo. Seeing his confused expression, Xiao Deng helpfully opened her Weibo app to show him—it was still trending at number three.

This incident dated back to before Song Xun transmigrated into this world. At the time, Yan Jiayu had won the most prestigious Best Actor award in the domestic entertainment industry—the Golden Statue Award.

All eyes were fixed on Yan Jiayu as he delivered his acceptance speech. Before he could even finish, the original host began clapping. A rather impolite gesture and soon, the entire audience joined in, drowning out Yan Jiayu’s voice.

“…”

Not to mention Yan Jiayu, even Song Xun would have wanted to smack that person if he were in such a situation.

“Ah, everyone online says it was your voice.”

Xiao Deng even showed him the comments on the Weibo post she had been scrolling through. Song Xun glanced at it. Below were countless remarks, big and small, accusing Song Xun of trying to steal the spotlight, claiming he always clung to Yan Jiayu and now even tried to steal his thunder during his award acceptance speech.

Realizing that the Weibo posts she had been browsing were filled with negative comments about Song Xun, Xiao Deng quickly put down her phone and cautiously observed his reaction. Seeing that he didn’t seem upset, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, worried that she might lose the job she had just landed.

To be fair, what people online said wasn’t entirely wrong. The original host, due to his infatuation—no, his blatant crush on Yan Jiayu—would always cling to him or send him messages.

While it wasn’t exactly harassment, for someone who didn’t like him or even found him somewhat annoying, it was nothing short of a disaster.

Whether it was shooting commercials or working on film sets, Song Xun, as a third-tier celebrity in the industry, would always show up, even when he had no business being there.

Curious about the truth behind the online rumors, Xiao Deng, seeing that Song Xun was easy to talk to, asked, “Brother Song, is what they say online true or false?”

“What do they say online?”

“That you like Yan Jiayu and have been chasing after him, is it true or false?”

“Truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth. If you think it’s true, then it’s true. If you think it’s false, then it’s false.”

Hearing so much about truth and falsehood, Xiao Deng felt utterly confused. She was starting to forget the meanings of the words “true” and “false.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“Mostly true, slightly false.”

“…”

Well, that was a bunch of nonsense, just like her thesis—full of empty words.

The two of them chattered away for a while until suddenly, Xiao Deng stopped and stared at someone passing by, her eyes lighting up.

“Oh my god, he’s really handsome!”

Xiao Deng’s roommate was a fan of Yan Jiayu and often talked about him in their dorm. Xiao Deng herself wasn’t particularly fond of that type of looks—too sharp and intense—so she never quite got the appeal. But seeing him in person, she realized her roommate had excellent taste.

Following her gaze, Song Xun saw none other than Yan Jiayu, the very person they had been gossiping about.

He was wearing a blue-and-white striped shirt, with his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing an expensive wristwatch. The small section of his arm showed faintly visible veins, indicating that the man worked out regularly.

Hearing an exclamation, Yan Jiayu glanced over and saw Song Xun and a girl. He frowned, giving Song Xun a look of unmistakable disgust without even bothering to greet him before walking away.

“!!!”

At first, Song Xun was puzzled by Yan Jiayu’s reaction, but it didn’t take long for him to figure it out.

Seriously, he genuinely had no idea Yan Jiayu was also shooting a commercial here!

He felt utterly wronged. Well, whatever. Being misunderstood seemed to be his fate anyway.

Not long after, a staff member came to call them for the shoot.

Shooting a commercial wasn’t particularly difficult for a celebrity. As an actor, Song Xun had taken on all kinds of advertisements, from everyday products to high-end luxury jewelry—nothing he couldn’t handle.

Xiao Deng stood by, holding a coffee, watching Song Xun film the commercial. With her chin propped in both hands, she observed that handsome face shifting and changing with the lights and camera angles, radiant and dazzling.

How could shooting a toothpaste commercial feel like a fashion magazine photoshoot?

The director couldn’t have been more satisfied, as if he’d struck gold. Rumors outside said Song Xun was difficult to work with, but he seemed perfectly reasonable and his professional skills were impressive too.

“Thank you, everyone. You’ve all worked hard.”

Song Xun and Xiao Deng thanked the crew before leaving and getting into the van.

“Ugh, I’m exhausted.”

He slumped in the back seat like a salted fish, looking as if his soul had been sucked out.

Xiao Deng handed him a cup of coffee. “Song Ge, you worked hard too.”

Song Xun thanked her, took the coffee, and without thinking, took a sip—almost spitting it out immediately.

“It’s so bitter.”

Xiao Deng looked a little embarrassed.

“I forgot to ask what you like, so I just bought an iced Americano. Is it really that bitter? I don’t usually drink coffee.”

“Bitter, really bitter. Bitterer than my life.”

Song Xun casually set the coffee aside and told Xiao Deng that he didn’t need coffee in the future, he preferred milk tea.

Xiao Deng opened her mouth in surprise. This wasn’t what she expected. Many celebrities avoided milk tea to control their weight, but their Song Ge was different.

“Next month, I’m going to film a variety show. Will you come with me?”

“Yes, Sister Zhang said I’ll be following you for all your schedules from now on.”

“Good, then you’d better prepare yourself.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because I offend too many people, and I might get beaten up. You’re my assistant, so I’m afraid you might get caught in the crossfire.”

“…”

In the capital city, the night was alive with traffic. The darker it grew, the more dazzling the neon lights became.

In a luxurious penthouse in the city’s most bustling area, a man had just finished showering. Wearing a dark gray bathrobe tied loosely at the waist, beads of water trailed down his chest and abs.

Yan Jiayu sat on the sofa, picked up his phone, and noticed several missed calls—all from the same number.

His expression darkened as he answered the call.

“Hello, Dad.”

“What are you doing so late? Why didn’t you answer?”

The voice on the other end wasn’t loud, but it was steady and carried an inexplicable pressure.

“I was just showering. What’s up?”

“Your grandfather’s birthday is next week. Remember to come back. Don’t keep focusing on those low-class pursuits. The family business is busy enough as it is. If you don’t come back, your cousins will be eyeing your position.”

“Oh, let them keep an eye on it then.”

Yan Jiayu was displeased with Yan He’s belittling remarks about his career. He hadn’t initially been passionate about acting—it was just a means of rebellion. But the more he immersed himself in it, the more he realized he genuinely loved performing.

Hearing this, Yan He flew into a rage, his voice rising sharply.

“What nonsense are you talking?! If we let your cousins take control of the company, where will that leave us in the future?”

The Yan family was a large clan, with Yan He alone having two brothers.

The three brothers were always competing, trying to outdo one another in everything, and their children were no different—none willing to fall behind.

When Yan Jiayu chose to become an actor, he had always been mocked by Yan He’s two older brothers. Fortunately, his grandfather favored Yan Jiayu the most among his grandchildren because Yan Jiayu resembled his grandmother the most. Thus, even though Yan Jiayu was not part of the Yan Group, he still held a significant number of shares.

“Dad, I’m tired. Let’s talk about it another time.”

With that, Yan Jiayu hung up the phone decisively, not even giving Yan He a chance to lecture him further.

His previously calm mood was instantly disrupted by Yan He’s call, leaving him thoroughly irritated. He had originally planned to study the script, but now he had completely lost the mood. He tossed the script onto the table without a second thought.

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