Chapter 1: The First Love Returns
“Idol, how are you feeling today? Is your back still hurting?” The little nurse walked into the ward with a bright smile.
Jiang Yu smiled and nodded, “I can feel it today.”
Jiang Yu’s back was an old problem, suddenly he would lose sensation and couldn’t move, without any warning. After being hospitalized for three days, his back finally had sensation today, but it was very painful, affecting his entire back.
[Han Corporation’s Heir Has a Secret Meeting with His First Love at a Hotel, Can the Two Rekindle Their Romance?]
The entertainment news was playing on the TV in the ward. Although Jiang Yu could only be considered a third-tier artist in the entertainment industry, he usually liked to pay attention to the trends in the entertainment industry.
But today’s entertainment news made him frown slightly.
That person said yesterday that he had an important project to sign a contract and couldn’t come to see him. He didn’t expect that the important contract was to have dinner with his first love, and he was photographed clearly.
But this wasn’t the first time.
The slightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, and Jiang Yu smiled lightly. It had been six years, and he had long been clear about this person’s character.
It was hard for him to even bother making excuses to fool himself. In fact, even if he directly said that he was going to see his first love, Jiang Yu wouldn’t say anything.
After all, he was just one of his many partners.
The little nurse hung up the IV drip for Jiang Yu, glanced at the two people being photographed on TV, and smiled with regret: “This Ji Xu suddenly emerged recently and became very popular all of a sudden. So he’s President Han’s first love. No wonder there’s news about him everywhere.
Alas, these days, handsome men are all hooked away by rich people, and we ordinary girls have no chance at all.
But President Han is no worse than that star, rich and handsome, a real-life domineering president. Why doesn’t he like girls? What a pity, what a pity.
Idol, you are also an artist of Han Entertainment, have you met President Han?”
“Of course I’ve met my boss,” Jiang Yu replied with a smile.
Not only had he met this President Han, but he also knew the names and identities of each of his lovers clearly. This person can be summed up in two words: rogue.
“What a pity, what a pity.” The little nurse glanced at Han Cheng’s photo on TV again, feeling very sorry that such a handsome guy was gay.
“Brother Yu, are you feeling better today?” As soon as the little nurse left, Jiang Yu’s assistant arrived with breakfast.
“There were two cars that crashed on the road today, there was a bit of a traffic jam, and I finally got here by taking a detour. The wontons are cold, let me heat them up for you.”
Wang Huan was about to leave with the wontons when Jiang Yu stopped him: “No need, give them to me, I’m so hungry I’m dizzy.”
“Dizzy? Is your back acting up again? Did you tell the doctor? I’ll go find the doctor now.” Jiang Yu just said it casually, but Wang Huan was very nervous. Before Jiang Yu could speak, he ran out like the wind.
Jiang Yu’s hand couldn’t stop him, and he shook his head helplessly, eating the wontons with one hand.
The wontons weren’t too cold, they still had a little warmth, just right to eat.
The day Jiang Yu transmigrated over, was the day the original owner’s family had a car accident. Out of a family of four, he was the only one who survived.
In his memory, their family’s last meal was wontons.
Perhaps the scene of the last meal in his memory was too warm, leading Jiang Yu’s favorite food to become wontons, and it had to be shrimp wontons.
The ward door was quickly opened again, and the doctor in a white coat was dragged in by Wang Huan in a hurry. Behind them was Jiang Yu’s golden agent, Sister Bai, whom he hadn’t seen in eight hundred years.
The doctor opened his mouth and asked, “Where do you feel uncomfortable? Are you very dizzy?”
Jiang Yu shook his head helplessly: “No, I feel very good.”
The doctor looked at Wang Huan, who looked like the sky was falling, in confusion. Wang Huan looked at Jiang Yu innocently, and Jiang Yu looked at the doctor helplessly.
The three of them were stuck in an awkward situation, and Sister Bai opened her mouth: “Alright, it’s good that you’re okay. Let’s get him checked, it’s better to be safe than sorry.”
The doctor checked Jiang Yu very responsibly, this was someone staying in the VIP ward, and the dean had told him to take good care of him.
After a series of examinations, Jiang Yu was recovering very well and there were no problems.
The doctor glared at Wang Huan and left. Wang Huan looked at Jiang Yu aggrievedly. Sister Bai sat on the sofa and said with a smile: “Alright, it’s good that you’re okay. There’s also good news for you today.”
Sister Bai took out a stack of documents from her bag, placed them in front of Jiang Yu, and said with a smile: “You haven’t worked for more than a month. I’ve brought so many artists, and I’ve never seen anyone as unmotivated as you.
This is the contract for the variety show “Leisure Life”. It’s just one episode. You just need to eat, drink, and chat. It’s not tiring, and it’s very suitable for you.
Their program team is very sincere. They know that your back injury has relapsed, and the episode you participate in hasn’t been decided yet. You can go after your back injury has healed.”
Sister Bai smiled happily, unable to hide her joy.
Jiang Yu also smiled as he held the contract. “Leisure Life” was an S+ variety show, and those who could go were all first-tier or top-tier celebrities. How could he, a small third-tier celebrity, be invited?
Han Cheng always gave him a popular resource as compensation after being exposed for flirting with various lovers, also to shut him up and prevent him from making trouble.
The reason why Jiang Yu could struggle in the third tier was also because he occasionally appeared on these top variety shows, otherwise he would have become an eighteenth-tier nobody.
As for making trouble, Jiang Yu smiled helplessly. He had long passed the time of being jealous and crying, making a fuss, and threatening suicide, and he had long stopped expecting Han Cheng to be monogamous.
That young, impulsive Jiang Yu who wanted to be Han Cheng’s only one now seemed laughable to him in retrospect. How could he possibly make a scene again?
“I don’t want to participate in the variety show. Help me turn it down.” Jiang Yu put down the contract, not planning to go.
He had been in the entertainment industry for six years and had once been glorious. He had already saved up ten million, just waiting for the day Han Cheng got tired of him and dumped him, so he could live his own carefree little life.
Perhaps Han Cheng would even give him another ten million as a breakup fee. After all, Han Cheng had always been very generous to every lover who broke up obediently.
Twenty million was enough for him to lie flat for the rest of his life. If it weren’t for his occasional back pain, five million would have been enough for him to live on, according to Jiang Yu’s plan.
“Not going!?” Sister Bai’s eyes widened into copper bells with surprise.
Her delicate face immediately darkened, staring at Jiang Yu until his scalp tingled. What he feared most was Sister Bai saying nothing and just staring at him.
Sister Bai had more white in her eyes, and her black pupils were small. When she stared at people, she looked like a female ghost suddenly appearing in a horror movie, gloomy and terrifying.
Jiang Yu hadn’t done anything, but he felt guilty from the stare, his eyes darting around, not daring to look at Sister Bai.
After staring long enough, Sister Bai suddenly sighed and said earnestly, “Jiang Yu, you’re twenty-six this year, right? How long do you think you can stay with Han Cheng?”
Before Jiang Yu could speak, Sister Bai continued, “You should also know that with your current status, Leisure Life wouldn’t have looked for you at all if it weren’t for Han Cheng.
You’re not young anymore. New young idols are debuting every day in the entertainment industry. Compared to them, what advantages do you think you have?
Yes, you’ve been with Han Cheng the longest, but can you be with Han Cheng forever?
While Han Cheng is still thinking of you, you should quickly seize this last opportunity to earn yourself a future.
With fame, you can continue to live in the entertainment industry even if you leave Han Cheng in the future.
Look at those who left Han Cheng, they have all made a name for themselves in the entertainment industry. Only you, who have been with Han Cheng the longest, are still struggling in the third tier, and now even the third tier is a stretch.
And your back, you’ll definitely have to spend a lot of money to maintain it in the future. How will you treat it if you don’t have money?
If you feel embarrassed going alone, I’ll let Meng Yi go with you. Don’t look down on Meng Yi because she’s younger than you, she’s much more capable than you. The two of you can take care of each other.”
Hearing Meng Yi’s name, Jiang Yu smiled slightly, “Sister Bai is also sneaking in some of her own goods.”
Meng Yi is a top idol currently managed by Sister Bai. He’s only twenty years old this year, but he’s already been in the industry for four years and is incredibly popular.
When Meng Yi first debuted, he also followed Han Cheng for a while. Han Cheng also contributed to Meng Yi’s success as a top idol.
“What do you mean sneaking in goods? With Meng Yi’s current popularity, Leisure Life has to beg him. I only have two artists under my hand, both of whom are following Han Cheng. Look at him, and then look at you. Can’t you have a little ambition?
This first love is different from those little goblins in the past. I think Han Cheng is a bit serious this time.
Don’t make trouble. Just obediently take the resources Han Cheng gives you. In the future, you can break up peacefully. Maybe Han Cheng will see that you’re obedient and give you some more resources.
If you make trouble now, Han Cheng’s temper won’t indulge you.”
“Sister Bai thinks I’m making trouble?” Jiang Yu said, laughing and crying. He really didn’t want to go. He now wished that Han Cheng and his first love would get married and quickly dump him.
“Otherwise? Others would break their heads to get such good resources, but you don’t want them. What else are you doing if you’re not deliberately sulking?” Sister Bai rolled her eyes, looking even more like a female ghost.
“Okay, then I’ll go when my back gets better.” Jiang Yu reluctantly agreed. He didn’t want Han Cheng to misunderstand that he was making trouble.
His artist contract was still in Han Cheng’s hands. He didn’t want to lose the money he had worked so hard to save because of paying liquidated damages.
Why was he so blinded by love back then that he signed a ten-year contract? How was he going to endure the remaining four years?
“That’s more like it. You rest well, I’m leaving.” Sister Bai walked away happily in her high heels.
Jiang Yu lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The TV was still playing the story of Han Cheng and Ji Xu’s reunion.
A standard idol drama plot. The two were childhood sweethearts. Ji Xu went abroad for some reason when they were in love, and that was ten years ago.
President Han was heartbroken and played around. There were constant scandals for ten years, but no one could enter the heart of this domineering president.
Now that they have reunited, their old love has rekindled, and some people have even imagined a heart-wrenching romance drama of chasing and fleeing.
Some people also think that the misunderstanding has been resolved, and the two will have a sweet pet drama of a domineering president doting on his wife.
But whether it’s a heart-wrenching romance or a sweet pet drama, everyone thinks the two will get back together.
Jiang Yu listened to a group of gossiping hosts discussing Han Cheng and Ji Xu, and the more he listened, the more irritable he became. He frowned slightly and said to Wang Huan, “Turn off the TV, I want to sleep for a while.”
“Okay.” Wang Huan hurriedly turned off the TV, holding the remote control and hesitating for a long time, consuming a little bit of brain cells, trying to comfort Jiang Yu: “President Han should just be seeing a friend, these media outlets just love to spread rumors.”
“Yeah.” The little assistant’s comfort was too naive. Jiang Yu smiled slightly and closed his eyes.
