The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Pure Seduction

It was as if someone had pressed a giant pause button on him. His mind went blank, and the only parts of him capable of movement were his eyes, which stared unblinkingly at the fish tank.

This was his first time seeing a real merman. Although he had expected it, he hadn’t imagined it would be this breathtaking.

About ten minutes passed. In the water, Yu Congyue seemed to sense a presence; his brow furrowed slightly, his lashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Through the morning light filling the living room, he saw Bai Xun standing outside the glass, looking like a wooden chicken.

“Morning.” His voice was muffled by the layers of water and glass, yet it remained lazy and gentle.

Bai Xun’s brain buzzed. He felt as if his pressure points had been struck; even his breathing skipped a few beats.

Yu Congyue slowly pushed himself up from the bottom, swimming to the upper layer of the tank. Half his body broke the surface, water droplets sliding down the beautiful lines of his muscles. A massive blue-purple tail fin unfurled beside him, the scales shimmering under the light—more perfect than any gemstone.

He propped his chin on his hand, leaning against the edge of the tank on the second floor, looking down at Bai Xun.

“Ge, you’re so beautiful…” Bai Xun looked up, his inner thoughts slipping out by accident.

Yu Congyue blinked, his tail fin giving a light flick that sent ripples through the water.

“Thanks for the compliment. But the floor is cold—maybe get up first?”

As he spoke, Yu Congyue reached out toward the dazed Bai Xun. Two droplets of water landed precisely on Bai Xun’s face.

The shock brought Bai Xun back to his senses. He stammered a few unintelligible words before turning and fleeing back to the kitchen.

He reheated the soup while taking deep breaths, but the tips of his ears remained scorching hot. His mind was filled with that graceful tail fin, the perfect curve of that back, and that heart-tugging “Morning.”

Suddenly, his nose felt hot. He reached up to wipe it, only to feel a wetness on the back of his hand. He looked down, and his face instantly froze.

When Yu Congyue came downstairs in a bathrobe, he found Bai Xun frantically covering his nose, with very obvious bloodstains on his fingertips.

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

He hurried over. Once he saw it was just a nosebleed, he breathed a sigh of relief. He pinched the bridge of Bai Xun’s nose and went to find tissues, the “relaxed” persona he had been projecting completely vanished.

Bai Xun nodded, his ears red as he tried to maintain his last shred of dignity by pointing at the stove: “Gee, I’m fine. Can you help me take the pot out? I’m going to go wash up…”

…

After the chaotic cleanup, the two finally sat down to eat some wheat noodles that had gone a bit soggy.

Halfway through the meal, Bai Xun couldn’t help but ask: “Ge, is it that you can’t stay out of the water for too long?”

Yu Congyue ate the noodles—which seemed to be “multiplying” the longer they sat—and thought for a few seconds: “Not exactly. The Atavism reaction has been quite noticeable lately; soaking for longer makes it more comfortable.”

“Atavism reaction? You get that too?”

Bai Xun had seen the term on social media but hadn’t looked into it deeply.

Yu Congyue assumed he was surprised that an ancient race would have such troubles, so he nodded: “While there aren’t many extreme reactions, it can still be a bit uncomfortable.”

“I see.”

The two were clearly on different wavelengths, yet the conversation somehow aligned in their confusion.

As they finished, Bai Xun was about to clear the dishes when his phone let out a “ding”—a system notification. Since his hands were full, he asked Yu Congyue to check the message.

“Because the Atavism Month is approaching, employees who need to apply for Atavism leave should fill out the online form within a week to avoid affecting work schedules,” Yu Congyue read slowly.

Bai Xun turned to look at him, perplexed.

Atavism Month leave?

He had just spent nights filming and editing the first season of his new series until he saw stars. He had only just submitted the rough cut two days ago. Leave felt like a luxury he couldn’t afford.

“You’re not applying? Your state looks stable, but technically you can apply for ‘Atavism Observation Leave.’ Even if you don’t transform, you can still rest.”

“I probably don’t need it,” Bai Xun answered honestly, his eyes full of confidence in his new series. “I’ve got too much going on. I’m almost at 500,000 followers; I can’t let down such a great theme.”

Yu Congyue went silent for a few seconds. Looking at Bai Xun—who was entirely focused on content and had zero sense of urgency regarding Atavism Month—he felt a complex, helpless worry.

He picked up his phone and messaged Tracy.

[AA East Sea Fish Overlord]: Tracy, do you know what usually happens to canine beastmen during Atavism Month?

Tracy replied quickly. Yu Congyue frowned at the long list of precautions before sending back a question mark.

[Tracy]: They are quite fragile during Atavism Month, so the precautions must be followed. By the way, Boss, the editor-in-chief of Star Manga is coming for an interview at 10:30 AM. Don’t be late.

Seeing Yu Congyue staring seriously at his phone, Bai Xun thought something was wrong. He checked the trending searches and, finding nothing, sighed in relief.

“Ge, I’m scared whenever I see that look on your face.” Bai Xun finished the last of his soup and stood up to take the pot to the kitchen.

Yu Congyue blinked, then realized: “It’s nothing, just reading some science facts. I have to go to the studio in a bit. If you don’t have filming plans, want to come see?”

“Sure! I don’t think I’ve ever been to your studio.”

“Okay. We leave in half an hour.”

…

When Bai Xun stood in front of the studio, he was so stunned by the scale that he didn’t know what to say.

“Ge… you call this a studio?”

Yu Congyue scanned his fingerprint and pushed open the office door, following Bai Xun’s gaze.

“Hmm?”

Bai Xun had felt something was off when the car parked under a familiar high-end mall. He felt even more off when he saw the “Yu Congyue Studio” stickers spanning 15 floors in the elevator. Now, seeing the bustling staff—at least 40 or 50 on this floor alone—he estimated there were hundreds of employees in total.

“Ge, this scale is practically a corporation.” Bai Xun did the math and sighed as he walked in. He was greeted by a massive, two-story floor-to-ceiling window. He turned back in disbelief, pointing at the window.

“I didn’t intend for it to be this big, but as we added departments, it just happened.” Yu Congyue walked to the refreshment bar and grabbed a bottle of water. “When the building was being constructed, I decided to have two floors connected. Good view, right? By the way, there are drinks in the fridge, help yourself.”

Bai Xun walked to the window, overlooking the entire city. He couldn’t find words. According to what was just said, this building belonged to his family too.

A knock sounded, and Tracy walked in with a stack of documents, followed by Matt. Neither seemed surprised to see Bai Xun. After a quick greeting, Tracy urged Yu Congyue to the meeting room for his interview.

“Xiao Bai, follow Matt to record your fingerprint and get a keycard. Feel free to wander around the floors. We’ll figure out lunch later.”

“Sure, go ahead, don’t mind me.”

After Matt helped him record his fingerprint and gave him a light green all-access pass, he gave him a quick tour. Floors 11 to 25 were other Yu family industries; 26 and 27 were the gym and spa areas for staff.

“No, no, you guys look busy. You really don’t need to accompany me. I’ll just wander on my own.”

Finally convincing Matt to leave, Bai Xun sat in the breakroom with a cup of hot tea, flipping through the floor manual. He could feel the massive, orderly system behind this building.

Initially, he felt like shrinking back, but now he just felt the world was much bigger than he thought, and Yu Congyue was even more powerful than he knew.

Footsteps sounded behind him. It was Tracy, holding a bag of tea.

“Teacher Bai, come to the office to drink this. It’s better than the breakroom stuff.”

Bai Xun followed her. While she brewed the tea, he handed her some content directions he had organized. “I heard Yu-ge wanted to expand into new sectors. I thought I’d discuss these with you first.”

Tracy immediately became professional, reviewing his list: An idol’s daily vlog, ASMR/fan-service vlogs, and a slow-paced agricultural charity show.

Bai Xun explained his logic: these were either untapped niches or designed to solidify the fan base without being overly pandering or degrading. Tracy realized these were all viable. Her respect for Bai Xun grew. She poured him more tea and asked the question that had been bothering her.

“Teacher Bai, you have such great ideas. Why haven’t you gone viral before?”

“Going viral is all about luck. I’m just borrowing Yu-ge’s light to get some attention.”

Bai Xun took a sip of the tea, his eyes lighting up. After years of drinking tea bags, the smooth taste of high-quality tea made him sigh: “Being rich is great.”

“There’s plenty more at the boss’s house. 50-year-old Red Label pu-erh, and top-tier Big Red Robe from the mother trees. He won’t mind if you drink it,” Tracy said, pouring him a large cup. She looked over his shoulder at the door. “Right, Boss?”

“I definitely don’t mind.” Yu Congyue had just finished his interview and had been looking for Bai Xun. He walked in just in time to hear about the tea.

He naturally pulled up a chair next to Bai Xun and took a sip from the filled teacup on the table, ignoring Bai Xun’s hesitant attempt to stop him from using his cup. He showed Bai Xun the restaurant candidates for lunch.

“These are all close and have good privacy. If you want something else, we can keep looking. You don’t have work this afternoon, right?”

The words were for Bai Xun, but the question was for Tracy.

“…He could have no work, but I don’t think you’ll refuse the current task.”

Tracy saw right through him. She took the schedule from under the coffee table and silently crossed out the afternoon’s weekly meeting and product selection session. She adjusted her glasses, looking between the two.

“Xiao Bai, didn’t you mention the ‘Idol Daily Vlog’? You can discuss it with the boss. He has to approve it eventually anyway.”

“Daily vlog?” Yu Congyue heard the term for the first time, looking curious.

Bai Xun glanced at Tracy, who was busy deleting his afternoon meetings. “I’ve moved those meetings. You guys chat.”

“Is it really okay to just move them?” Bai Xun was stunned.

“Inspiration must be captured immediately to develop,” Tracy stated decisively, cutting off any further protest.

And so, they were practically ushered out of the office.

In the elevator, Bai Xun hesitantly asked, “Actually, it’s not that urgent. It’s not a hard task. Maybe we should do the meetings first…”

“The seafood at this restaurant is ranked top three in the country. Especially the cheesy mussels and the lobster bisque…”

Bai Xun’s voice changed pitch with excitement. He looked at Yu Congyue with an exceptionally determined expression: “Ge, I think we can discuss this in detail. I am currently overflowing with inspiration!”