Chapter 347: The Twenty-sixth Day in the Entertainment World

Chapter 347 Day 26 in the Entertainment Industry World

Yu Ziyun's string of remarks was essentially slapping the labels of "old hand at romance" and "smooth operator" directly onto Miao Bin's face.

Miao Bin's brows furrowed tightly, his chest heaving slightly, clearly furious: "Lawyer Yu, what are you implying? That I'm frivolous? That I'm good at playing tricks?"

"What could I possibly imply?" Yu Ziyun denied it immediately, so fast it seemed he'd been waiting for exactly this question.

He even wore a slightly helpless and self-deprecating expression, spreading his hands with a tone that said "you're overthinking it."

"Mr. Miao is overthinking things. Love is free, and using some methods to win someone over when pursuing someone you like is perfectly understandable. I totally get it." His words sounded magnanimous and broad-minded.

Then, he switched gears, looking back at An Yi, his eyes instantly turning incredibly sincere, even carrying a perfectly timed hint of regret and clumsiness—a complete contrast to the cold sharpness he'd shown Miao Bin moments ago.

"By comparison..." He let out a soft sigh, his voice dropping to something deeper and gentler: "I'm at a real disadvantage."

He gazed intently at An Yi, as if analyzing his own shortcomings: "I've never been in a relationship, my personality is pretty straightforward, and I might even be a bit... clumsy. I don't understand all that beating around the bush and sweet-talking, and I'm not good at smooth talk that makes people feel good."

He furrowed his brow slightly, as if genuinely troubled by his own inadequacies. In that moment, there was no trace of the legal elite left—just a "straight-shooting guy" at a loss because of his lack of relationship experience, acting purely on instinct.

"Seeing how well Mr. Miao takes care of people, how thoughtfully he considers everything." He sighed with genuine emotion, then casually glanced at Miao Bin, his eyes carrying a hint of admiration and envy.

"I've realized I might be too... rash. Too... monotonous. I only know how to follow my feelings, say what I think, do what I do, with no self-packaging. I might... even cause misunderstandings or make people feel troubled because my approach is too direct."

He laid it on thick with all that "genuine feeling" and "self-reflection," painting himself as a "nice guy" who was clumsy, straightforward, and even a bit "pitiful" due to his lack of relationship experience and unfamiliarity with tricks.

Meanwhile, through stark contrast, he subtly cast the ashen-faced Miao Bin as an "old pro" in romance—experienced, skilled in manipulation, attentive to details, but whose "sincerity was up for debate."

This strategic retreat, laced with hidden barbs and "tea ceremony" tactics, was honed to perfection.

An Yi stood there quietly and let out a tsk.

Miao Bin felt suffocated by Yu Ziyun's tea-drenched words, a knot of frustration with no outlet.

But the other party had lowered his posture so much and made it sound so "nice" that if he reacted strongly, he'd only look guilty, like he was protesting too much.

He suppressed his anger for a long moment before forcing out through clenched teeth: "Lawyer Yu is truly... eloquent. As expected of a professional lawyer."

The sarcasm in those words was practically dripping.

"You flatter me." Yu Ziyun, however, seemed not to catch the sarcasm, taking the compliment in stride, even nodding slightly as if thanking him for the praise.

He then turned his full attention back to An Yi, his tone returning to that focused, low register: "An Yi."

He called his name: "I just want to tell you, I might not be slick, not street-smart, and not good at buttering people up."

He stared into An Yi's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if trying to carve every word into the other's mind: "But my intentions have always been the most direct. If I like you, I like you. If I want to get close, I want to get close. If I'm worried, I'm worried. If I'm jealous, I'm jealous."

He paused: "I hope... you won't think I'm... not being genuine enough just because I don't know those tricks, can't say pretty words, or don't attend to every little detail."

These words practically plastered the labels of "sincerity is the only ultimate move" and "clumsy sincerity is the most touching" all over himself.

It formed a stark contrast with his earlier "experience theory" aimed at Miao Bin—one was a schemer with malicious intent, the other a clumsy, sincere straight shooter.

An Yi looked at Yu Ziyun's eyes, which were filled with "sincerity," "regret," and "determination."

He then looked at Miao Bin beside him, whose expression kept shifting.

An Yi blinked gently, his long lashes falling and rising again.

He felt like... he'd had his fill of drama today.

He looked at Yu Ziyun: "You're such a joker. Aren't you pretty good at this?"

Yu Ziyun's expression froze. Now it was Miao Bin's turn to be happy.

Heh! The green tea! An Yi can spot the tea!

An Yi crossed his arms, watching Yu Ziyun's expression: "I just said I don't like being bothered, and you apologized then kept going. That's basically 'I know I'm wrong but I won't change,' right? You sure talk a good game."

Miao Bin felt vindicated.

Yu Ziyun's expression slowly fell, and finally he sighed with a bitter smile: "Fine. Sorry."

He gazed into An Yi's eyes: "But I can't, and I won't."

He said: "I like you. I really like you."

"I can't stand watching others flirt with you without fighting back. I'd get jealous, sad, and scared."

"Afraid someone else might win you over, might make your heart flutter. If that happened, I'd never have a chance..."

"All I can do is grab every opportunity, every moment. If I could get you to look at me one more time, I'd be the happiest person alive."

He leaned closer to An Yi, tentatively reaching out to tug at his sleeve: "Please, I beg you. Let me compete. Let me fight for you. Let me chase you. Let me do whatever it takes to stay by your side. You can do whatever you want to me."

An Yi opened his mouth slightly, not expecting him to say something like that.

It was actually... pretty cute.

In the end, he couldn't help but turn his head and laugh, then said slowly: "Fine."

Miao Bin: "!!!"

Yu Ziyun, you sneaky bastard!

The production team: Holy crap! He's so smooth!

Miao Bin, you're getting destroyed!

Comment section:

"Our Bingxuan baby should stay single and fabulous! Men are all trash!"

"Yu Ziyun: I came, I saw, I reeked of tea. Miao Bin: I'm anxious, I'm angry, I have nowhere to vent. Cang Xingjin: I leave, I endure, I emo alone. An Yi: Oh, okay, fine, bye. Director: I film, I broadcast, my heart pounds. Us: I watch, I argue, I laugh my ass off."

"Honestly, if the protagonist weren't a girl, this love battlefield would be pretty entertaining..."

"Yu Ziyun is so tea... I love it!"

"Holy crap! The male lead isn't Cang Xingjin, is it? It's pretty obvious An Yi and this Yu Ziyun are both gay, and Miao Bin probably is too. Those three can be ruled out."

"But I think... Cang Xingjin is too..."

"Then that leaves only Bo Yangxia as the straight guy on this show, but he's basically locked in with Hao Yangyang. So did the author write this book just to disgust us? Damn! Trash!"

"I think the female lead has better chemistry with the other female guests than with the male ones. Could this... actually be a yuri story?"

"...No way."

"Waaahhh, why, I can't stop it ahhhh! What the heck is going on? This is insane!"

"......"

An Yi blinked, taken aback.

Wait, is that the author crying nonstop? No way.

Whoa.