After Spectating Gossip, the Entertainment Industry Thinks I’m a Big Shot – CH13

Chapter 13

Shen Yu couldn’t get used to the hotel provided by the [Boy Group Training Camp] production team, so he chose to stay at the only nearby five-star option, the Yihai Garden Resort Hotel, at his own expense.

Located near Yihai, the entire area was developed by the Wen Corporation. Shen Yu, with no shortage of money, booked the top-floor suite—about 500 square meters, equipped with a personal butler and room service staff who thoroughly cleaned the room each day.

Initially, Shen Yu found his stay comfortable enough. 

However, recently, he began feeling uneasy whenever he was in his room, so he spent most of his time at the production site, only returning to sleep.

Although Shen Yu came from a wealthy family, he was down-to-earth and often joked around with the trainees. And being a very responsible mentor, he helped his group make significant progress.

One day, his group of trainees went to record a bonus game segment and take promotional photos for the show, so Shen Yu finished work early. He wasn’t too keen on returning to the hotel, but it was already around five or six in the evening. There wasn’t much else to do nearby, and heading downtown would take over forty minutes by car, so he decided to go back to the hotel.

Since he disliked having others in his space, his assistant and bodyguard stayed in rooms downstairs.

After shutting the door, Shen Yu undid the button at his neck and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. As he took a sip, he noticed something odd. He moved the neatly arranged bottles at the front and found that a bottle from the back row was missing, as if someone had taken it.

Shen Yu startled himself with the thought.

Then he wondered if he was overreacting—perhaps his assistant had forgotten to restock it. 

Still, feeling uneasy, he decided not to drink the water and closed the fridge, intending to listen to some music.

Just then, the intercom phone rang.

He answered, and the front desk informed him that someone named Guo Xingshi was requesting a visit and asked if he’d like to meet.

Shen Yu paused.

The name Guo Xingshi sounded familiar. 

After the initial stage performance, he’d developed an interest in the song chosen by Meng Yuansheng and Cheng Xin. Later, when the two selected him as their mentor, they revealed that the song had been chosen by their manager, Guo Xingshi.

Compared to the plain looks and varied physiques of other managers, Guo Xingshi’s appearance stood out as remarkably refined. 

But what left a deeper impression was Guo Xingshi’s temperament: sincere and modest, inspiring natural trust. 

If another manager had tried to contact him privately during the competition, Shen Yu might have imagined something unsavory—like bribery or worse.

But with Guo Xingshi…

Recalling those clear, puppy-like eyes.

Shen Yu thought, He must have something truly important to bring him here at this hour.

Especially since the front desk also mentioned that Guo Xingshi wanted him to bring his assistant along.

This only reinforced Shen Yu’s judgment.

Guo Xingshi followed the staff to the top floor and happened to run into Shen Yu’s assistant. Seeing the man’s muscular build, Guo Xingshi felt a lot more at ease.

Shen Yu opened the door and let them both inside.

As Guo Xingshi stepped in, he quickly glanced around to assess the room’s layout and mentally called out to the system, [System, where is that fan hiding?]

System: [In the wardrobe, in the cabinet to the far right. He’s currently spying through a hidden camera!]

Guo Xingshi shivered in disgust. [That’s so creepy and disgusting!]

He wondered how he could naturally work his way toward the wardrobe.

At that moment, Shen Yu brought over two bottles of water.

Guo Xingshi’s eyes lit up. He opened a bottle, then, pretending to fumble, clumsily spilled most of it down his shirt.

“Oh no, I accidentally spilled water all over myself…”

Shen Yu: “…”

His acting… was a bit unconvincing.

But his expression was so sincere that it was hard not to believe him.

Guo Xingshi, with an earnest face, then asked, “Mr. Shen, could I have a look at your wardrobe?”

Shen Yu: “Um… uh???”

It felt odd, but Guo Xingshi only wanted to see his wardrobe, which was no big deal.

After all, who could say no to those expectant, puppy-dog eyes?

Shen Yu nodded.

Just as they took a couple of steps, Guo Xingshi stopped, turned around, and said, “Assistant Zhang should come too!”

Shen Yu: “…”

He only wanted Zhang to come along to look at the wardrobe, right? No big deal.

Convincing himself, Shen Yu led Guo Xingshi and Assistant Zhang to the wardrobe.

The wardrobe was adjacent to the master bedroom, with ample space. Shen Yu had only brought a few clothes, not nearly enough to fill an entire cabinet.

Shen Yu walked ahead.

Guo Xingshi fell a step behind, lowering his voice to say to Assistant Zhang, “Assistant Zhang, I thought I saw the edge of a piece of clothing flash by in that wardrobe. I’m not sure if I saw it right.”

He was pointing to the wardrobe where the stalker was hiding.

Assistant Zhang froze in shock.

He had followed Shen Yu from Hong Kong, where, in the early days, things were far from peaceful. His mind instantly flashed through high-risk scenarios like kidnapping and assassination.

He didn’t suspect Guo Xingshi was lying.

First, there’d be no benefit in lying about something like this, especially since opening the wardrobe would immediately reveal the truth.

Second, just looking at Guo Xingshi’s face—it was impossible to think he’d lie!

Immediately alert, he raised a hand to pull Shen Yu and Guo Xingshi back while his other hand retrieved a small baton from his waist. With a flick, it extended into a slender whip.

Seeing Assistant Zhang’s movement, Shen Yu seemed to realize what was going on, his face changing as he pulled Guo Xingshi back and sent a message to his bodyguards downstairs.

Assistant Zhang approached the wardrobe carefully, whip in hand. 

The room suddenly became unnervingly quiet.

Time itself seemed to slow down.

As he neared the wardrobe, just as he was about to open it, the door suddenly burst outward, and a shadow stumbled out.

Reacting quickly, Assistant Zhang snapped the whip, electric sparks crackling at the end. The shadow twitched a few times before collapsing on the floor.

Guo Xingshi could finally see it was a small, ordinary-looking man whose phone was still playing footage from the hidden camera he had set up.

Shen Yu’s face darkened.

*

Shen Yu’s bodyguards and the hotel manager arrived almost at the same time.

The bodyguards quickly dismantled all the hidden cameras in the room.

The identity of the person hiding in the wardrobe was soon confirmed.

“His name is Shi Gao. He’s a stalker. A few years ago, he was arrested and jailed for three years for breaking into actor Xu Zian’s hotel room and assaulting him. He was just released not long ago.”

Hearing this, Shen Yu trembled with rage.

If Guo Xingshi hadn’t noticed something was wrong and helped expose him, who knew what might have happened with this man hiding in his wardrobe?

The hotel manager was terrified and apologized repeatedly.

However, Shen Yu couldn’t calm down.

He’d heard about what had happened to Xu Zian, and to avoid such risks himself, he had specifically chosen Yihai Garden Resort instead of the hotel provided by [Boy Group Training Camp], valuing its supposed security.

He wasn’t about to let this go.

Just then, someone announced, “President Wen is here,” and all eyes turned to the doorway.

The man who entered was tall, his face shadowed by the light behind him.

With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs wrapped in deep gray trousers, he had a buttoned-up shirt and a tie that emphasized his restrained, imposing air.

As he stepped into the room, a strong sense of authority radiated from him.

Wen Yue, rumored to be a quarter Russian, had deep-set eyes and light-colored irises, with thick brows slightly raised—a natural leader.

The moment he entered, Shen Yu’s side instantly felt his dominating presence.

“Mr. Shen, I’m Wen Yue.”

After a brief exchange, a solution was swiftly arranged.

The remaining details didn’t need Wen Yue’s further involvement. He nodded at Shen Yu and took his leave.

At that moment, the inner door unexpectedly opened.

Guo Xingshi, in his dried T-shirt, stepped out, nearly jumping at the sight of so many people outside.

After the bodyguards took over the scene, Guo Xingshi no longer had anything to do. He had borrowed a clean room from Shen Yu to dry the water from his T-shirt.

While drying, he’d been listening to gossip from the system and had lost track of time, even wrinkling his shirt.

The system suddenly squealed in his mind: [Look! That’s Wen Yue!]

Guo Xingshi didn’t need the reminder; he noticed him right away.

Not to mention Wen Yue’s 190 cm height, his looks and aura were unmatched in the room.

Guo Xingshi’s gaze traveled from his face down to his wrist, settling on the ruby cufflinks.

They were pure and brilliant, with a deep red hue like pigeon blood.

Ah! The indulgences of the rich!

Guo Xingshi quickly looked away.

He politely declined Shen Yu’s offer to have someone escort him and walked lightly toward the door, brushing past Wen Yue as he left.

A faint scent of oranges drifted past Wen Yue’s nose, caught in his breath and irresistibly absorbed into his chest.

The handsome young man was oblivious.

The wind from the hallway windows lifted his white T-shirt, outlining a slim yet firm waist and evenly proportioned frame.

Wen Yue’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his expression unchanged, though his hand briefly touched the ruby on his cufflink.

Guo Xingshi, smiling contentedly from the system’s gossip, walked straight out of the hotel, unaware of the stunned look on Sun Hongfei’s face in the lobby.

How—how was President Gu here?!