Is This The Right Way To Repay A Favor? Chapter 75

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Cai Zhiyang pointed an accusing finger, “CEO Jiang! When did you start giving Yu-ge special treatment?”

Jiang Zhou:…..

Shen Zhiyu wore an expression of watching a good show, clearly having no intention of helping.

This person had suddenly pushed him out again to take the heat.

Jiang Zhou had progressed from the initial confusion and helplessness to now being able to naturally lie through his teeth.

“He’s teasing you. He needs to maintain his physique.”

“Damn it! Yu-ge is indirectly calling me out again!” Cai Zhiyang glared resentfully at Shen Zhiyu, then quickly reached out and snatched the remaining two pieces of crispy bone from the plate.

The guests watched the second episode together.

When the preview for the third episode played, Yu Liang’s expression visibly stiffened, though he quickly recovered.

After this viewing session ended, the host, at the audience’s request, had the guests play a round of “I Have, You Don’t” on the spot.

The game started with Hua Qian on the far end. The guests were all familiar with each other, and the first player showed no mercy, immediately eliminating others.

“My weight is under ninety jin.”

All the male guests were out, and even Dong Qianqian was eliminated.

Dong Qianqian whined, “You really don’t love me anymore! I’m 91 jin!”

Hua Qian quickly tried to console her, “Didn’t you successfully lose weight? I thought…”

The game continued, moving to Shen Zhiyu.

Jiang Zhou caught the smile at the corner of Shen Zhiyu’s mouth and felt a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Shen Zhiyu say, “I ate tea-leaf fried crispy bone for lunch.”

The guests present:…. Here we go again!

Cai Zhiyang was furious, “What happened to maintaining your physique!”

Jiang Zhou rubbed his forehead.

Jiang Zhou didn’t fold a finger; in fact, after Shen Zhiyu mentioned it, he couldn’t help but recall the scene from lunch.

Shen Zhiyu loved watching him eat. His three meals a day had to be consumed under Shen Zhiyu’s watchful eye, and sometimes, if he ate too little, Shen Zhiyu would feed him mouth-to-mouth.

Like this afternoon.

That kiss, mixed with the aroma of oil, seemed to still linger. Jiang Zhou’s cheeks couldn’t help but flush slightly.

Shen Zhiyu relaxed his back, leaning against the sofa, and happily folded one finger.

This person was truly easy to tease, especially in front of outsiders; a slight provocation was enough to make him blush, which was immensely entertaining.

Shen Zhiyu increasingly enjoyed the feeling of teasing Jiang Zhou.

The game continued round after round. Shen Zhiyu, wanting to tease, kept his statements focused on Jiang Zhou, eventually leading to his own loss.

Shen Zhiyu lost. The game penalty offered a choice between Truth or Dare. Shen Zhiyu chose Truth.

The host was skilled at setting the mood, encouraging netizens to interact, and announced that the question with the most likes in the comment section would be asked, with a time limit of one minute.

Cai Zhiyang, having won against Shen Zhiyu, felt a little smug. Remembering how Shen Zhiyu had drunk the penalty drink for him back in Taoyuan, he uncharacteristically offered, “Yu-ge, how about I take the punishment for you?”

Before Shen Zhiyu could refuse, the netizens were the first to object. “Who wants to hear your truth!”

Cai Zhiyang looked embarrassed, seeking comfort from Shen Zhiyu, “Yu-ge! Your fans are bullying me!”

Shen Zhiyu: “Like master, like followers.”

The bullet screen was filled with floating “hahaha.”

One minute quickly passed. The host opened the comment section and saw the most-liked question.

“What type of person does Teacher Shen like?”

Shen Zhiyu rarely responded to relationship questions in public, nor did he publicly state his preferred type.

He had suffered for it before. Many years ago, Shen Zhiyu mentioned in an interview that he liked people with fair, flawless skin.

Later, some fans took this requirement to heart and pursued extreme whitening methods. One person, in pursuit of fair skin, received nearly two hundred whitening injections in a year, eventually leading to organ failure and serious hospitalization.

His rivals seized upon this fan’s extreme behavior as evidence of Shen Zhiyu’s deliberate inducement, relentlessly throwing mud at him.

Since then, Shen Zhiyu had never publicly answered any relationship questions.

Now that they had finally caught an opportunity, netizens couldn’t contain themselves, and their gossip instincts flared up again.

Shen Zhiyu didn’t specify a type, answering candidly and openly, “Oh, I already have someone I like now, and I am actively pursuing them.”

The moment he said this, the entire room fell silent. Even the bullet screen went blank for an instant before erupting in a frenzy.

“Teacher Shen has someone he likes?”

“Since when!”

“Will a fan site manager please speak up! Who is it?”

Shen Zhiyu didn’t need to look at the bullet screen to know what the netizens wanted to ask.

He continued, “They haven’t agreed to my pursuit yet, so I hope everyone can give me some time and space. If I succeed, I will share the good news with everyone immediately.”

Hearing Shen Zhiyu’s statement, the netizens were both jealous and envious.

“What kind of person is that! They won’t even agree to Teacher Shen pursuing them?”

“If it were me, I wouldn’t need Teacher Shen to pursue me, I’d throw myself at him.”

“How beautiful must this person be to capture Teacher Shen’s heart so much.”

The guests were also shocked to hear Shen Zhiyu say this.

“Holy crap! Yu-ge, you’re actually pursuing someone! The iron tree is blooming for you!” Cai Zhiyang teased, then, remembering Dong Qianqian’s tarot card reading, didn’t forget to drop a hint to the netizens.

“Qianqian’s tarot card readings are super accurate! She predicted Yu-ge’s love star moving half a year ago! Everyone remember to book the next episode!”

The studio lights were still flashing before their eyes, blurring into streaks of light and shadow.

When Jiang Zhou heard Shen Zhiyu’s words, he abruptly lowered his head, unconsciously rubbing his fingers together. The drumming of his heart was like a war drum, pounding against his chest.

Jiang Zhou knew clearly that the person Shen Zhiyu was talking about right now was him.

Aside from work hours, Shen Zhiyu had been practically glued to him this past week. It was impossible for him to be pursuing anyone else.

But “like,” “pursuit”…

Jiang Zhou had never imagined such words would be used by Shen Zhiyu to describe him.

Their relationship had ceased to be platonic long ago. But no matter how many times they were intimate, they had never once sat down seriously to discuss the nature of their relationship.

Later, Jiang Zhou learned from Yuan Chong that Shen Zhiyu had discovered that the person he had secretly loved for over a decade was him, and Shen Zhiyu had even taken him to that house.

Jiang Zhou knew in his heart that this matter wouldn’t be hidden for long.

And after Shen Zhiyu repeatedly repaid him double for his previous advances, Jiang Zhou slowly grasped something.

Shen Zhiyu seemed intentionally to be using this method to slowly correct his position.

This method was effective, but it was still far from enough.

After being conditioned for so long, Jiang Zhou could even openly enjoy Shen Zhiyu’s service in bed. But once out of bed, he retreated back into that self-deprecating and fanatical devotee.

Especially upon hearing Shen Zhiyu speak of liking and pursuit with his own ears.

The long-dormant self-punishment impulse was acting up inside him, threatening to drown Jiang Zhou’s rationality.

He clenched his hands tightly, uncontrollably wanting to dig his nails into his palms. Looking down, he realized his nails had long been neatly trimmed by Shen Zhiyu, leaving him no way to inflict pain.

The urge for self-punishment continued to surge. Unable to control himself, Jiang Zhou fiercely bit the soft flesh inside his mouth, feeling the faint metallic taste of blood spread.

The second live viewing session ended.

Jiang Zhou couldn’t exchange pleasantries with the other guests anymore, saying he had an urgent matter and leaving in a hurry.

Shen Zhiyu’s gaze followed him until his figure disappeared, his brow furrowing slightly.

The other guests, some having work commitments, didn’t linger either and dispersed.

Shen Zhiyu first went to the restroom. When he came out, he encountered Yu Liang at the door.

Yu Liang seemed to be waiting for him; seeing him emerge, he immediately stepped forward, “Teacher Shen, can I talk to you?”

Although they had spent a month together in Taoyuan, Shen Zhiyu had little interaction with him.

Shen Zhiyu never paid much attention to people he wasn’t interested in, nor did he harbor any curiosity.

Shen Zhiyu’s tone was cold, carrying a hint of danger, “Is there something?”

Yu Liang glanced around, “Could we go somewhere else? What I need to say isn’t convenient here.”

Shen Zhiyu looked up at him, his gaze somewhat deep, and a trace of impatience showed on his handsome face.

Yu Liang felt inexplicably uneasy under his scrutiny, and he couldn’t help but wonder if coming to find Shen Zhiyu was a mistake.

But thinking of his own mess, he still mustered his courage, “What I need to discuss involves your privacy.”

What privacy could he possibly have?

Shen Zhiyu thought for a moment. Fine. He would see what scheme Yu Liang was up to. It would also give Jiang Zhou some time to calm down before he went to find him.

“Lead the way.”

Yu Liang led Shen Zhiyu to a small conference room. He had asked someone from Languang Media to borrow it in advance.

The conference room curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, making the room quite dim.

Shen Zhiyu took out his phone and checked the time.

He calculated that ten minutes should be enough for Jiang Zhou to calm down.

“You only have five minutes,” Shen Zhiyu said.

There was no one else in the conference room, so Yu Liang didn’t beat around the bush and went straight to the point, “I hope Teacher Shen can ask the production team to delete the segment about my fortune-telling and give me the master tape.”

Shen Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, watching him with an air of composure. He didn’t even remember the details of Yu Liang’s fortune-telling.

Moreover, he didn’t think their relationship was good enough for such a request. “Why should I?”

Yu Liang took out his phone, found a photo, and handed it to Shen Zhiyu.

The photo showed a delicate-looking boy on a hospital bed with a ventilator, and Shen Zhiyu was standing by his bedside.

Shen Zhiyu’s voice grew colder, tinged with danger, “Are you threatening me?”

He had guessed correctly. The boy’s death was indeed related to Shen Zhiyu.

“I wouldn’t dare threaten you. Teacher Shen, I just want to make a deal with you.”

“To make a deal, you should talk to CEO Jiang.”

“Teacher Shen doesn’t need to be modest. I saw the production team giving you the footage for review earlier. I know you have the authority to delete it.”

“Where did you get the photo?” Shen Zhiyu asked.

“I will tell you if Teacher Shen agrees.”

“Oh.” Shen Zhiyu seemed uninterested and turned to leave.

Yu Liang hadn’t expected this reaction and hurriedly chased after him. “I’ll tell you!”

Shen Zhiyu glanced at the time; five minutes had passed.

He was worried about Jiang Zhou, afraid that if too much time passed, the guy would do something foolish again, and he had no desire to stay here.

He kept walking, “Your time is up.”

Seeing him leave without hesitation, Yu Liang urgently shouted, “If you don’t agree, I’ll expose that you caused Xie Xuan’s death.”

“Go ahead.” Shen Zhiyu didn’t even look back.