After the succubus became a fake young master that everyone disliked

The staff couldn’t help but mentally mock Chi Jing.

Was this guy from the ancient world or a caveman? How could he not know Jiang Yucheng?

He was practically the hottest man in the entire entertainment industry!

At this moment, he was unaware that the staff interviewing him was silently mocking him.

He discreetly put away his phone and calmly followed the program’s procedures.

However, he did show a hint of surprise when he saw a photo of Jiang Yucheng, but he remained composed otherwise.

This made his act seem somewhat unconvincing.

Despite feeling speechless, the staff thought that this reaction might produce a more unexpected effect.

The rest of the journey wasn’t as troublesome, and he rested with his eyes closed until they reached the hotel arranged by the program.

Even though he was still a semi-public figure who hadn’t officially entered the industry, Lu Tao didn’t treat him poorly just because he was a newcomer.

Lu Tao arranged a suite for him, with separate living and bedroom areas, and an extra small room typically used for assistants to rest.

But since Chi Jing was newly debuted and had no assistant, the room was left empty.

He casually pushed his suitcase into the living room, took off his recording equipment, and went into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with his face still wet.

The cameraman immediately zoomed in on him.

Under the high-definition camera, even the water droplets on his face and the fine, almost invisible hairs on his delicate skin could be seen.

The cameraman, who had filmed countless celebrities, paused for a moment, marveling at his natural looks.

Some people are just born to be stars.

Such skin condition, even cosmetic treatments might not maintain it this well.

And this was his pure, natural look.

Chi Jing had washed his face with cold water in the bathroom.

It was mainly too hot; the car windows weren’t tinted, and even with the air conditioning on, the heat from the windows couldn’t be completely blocked.

“What’s next on the agenda?” He asked casually as he sat on the living room sofa.

The staff handed him a prepared task card.

“Using the remaining funds of the other guests, arrive at the Binke Grand Hotel by 11 o’clock.”

It was now 9:30, giving him an hour and a half.

The hotel was 12.8 kilometers away, crossing two districts of Haishi City.

“…” he checked the remaining funds.

Two yuan.

Just enough for a bus fare.

But unfortunately, to get to the Binke Grand Hotel, he needed to transfer twice, which meant paying six yuan.

In other words, he didn’t even have enough for the bus fare.

The staff, knowing the remaining funds, seized the opportunity to ask, “With the current limited funds, how do you plan to get to the Binke Grand Hotel?”

Chi Jing: “No rush, I’ll sit for a bit first.”

Staff: ?

They looked at his confident demeanor, puzzled by his calmness.

But soon, they understood.

He rested in the hotel for a while, put on a fisherman’s hat, and left.

The hotel was located in a commercial district of Haishi City. Although it was hot, the area was still bustling.

Chi Jing strolled along, eventually sitting at a bus stop.

The accompanying staff couldn’t help but ask, “Are you planning to sit here until 11 o’clock? Or take the bus partway and walk the rest?”

“I’m not planning to take the bus.”

As he spoke, a bus pulled up, passengers got on and off, and the bus departed, leaving behind a trail of exhaust.

The staff waited with him at the bus stop for over ten minutes, while he leisurely played a mobile game.

He recently found this puzzle game quite interesting.

Around 10 o’clock, the roar of a sports car approached.

He put down his phone, and a striking orange and black sports car appeared.

The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a young man with pink hair and sunglasses, smiling roguishly.

“Hello, handsome, where to?”

He glanced at the cool-looking young man and smiled, “A hitchhike?”

“Yes, I’d be happy to give you a ride.” The young man’s tone was bold and carefree.

He didn’t look very old, which made his words less greasy.

Chi Jing gave him the address.

“It’s a bit far, but you’re good-looking, so it’s worth it.” The pink-haired youth made a welcoming gesture. “Get in, free ride guaranteed to satisfy.”

Chi Jing snapped his fingers, waved to the staff without looking back.

“My ride’s here, goodbye.”

The two staff members watched him get into the sports car.

The car roared away.

The cameraman instinctively wanted to chase after it, but realized it was a sports car.

“What now?”

“Not sure…”

The other staff member, also at a loss, couldn’t help but admire him.

When Chi Jing said he had a solution, she imagined many possibilities, but not this.

She bet her hair this scene would be a viral clip.

In the sports car, Chi Jing enjoyed the view.

With the car speeding, his hair was blown back, exposing his sharp features.

The pink-haired youth yelled enthusiastically against the wind.

“Want something more thrilling?”

Chi Jing, unaffected by the atmosphere, replied, “No, I haven’t lived enough. Drive safely.”

Pink-haired youth: …

He reluctantly slowed down.

“Are you a star? I haven’t heard of you before.”

Chi Jing rested his arm on the window, supporting his chin.

The summer wind, though hot, carried the scent of surrounding greenery.

He squinted against the wind.

“There are sunglasses to your left, but my brother used them. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

He put on the sunglasses, which contrasted beautifully with his pale skin.

“I’m Chen Guangji, ‘Guang’ as in light.” Chen Guangji introduced himself, “You look a bit like my brother.”

“Chi Jing,” Chi Jing replied simply. “What a coincidence.”

“Right? But you’re even better-looking than my brother.” Chen Guangji struggled for words, finally saying, “You’re just really good-looking. My brother’s more handsome, but you’re both good-looking and handsome.”

Chi Jing confidently accepted the compliment with a smile.

“Of course.”

As a succubus, he possessed the top-tier looks in any world.

Though sports cars weren’t ideal for domestic roads, Haishi City’s ring roads were wide and smooth. Chen Guangji, unconcerned about potential damage, drove swiftly.

Thanks to the car’s speed, Chi Jing arrived at the Binke Grand Hotel by 10:48.

“We’re here.” Chen Guangji stopped the car and shrugged, “Looks like it’s time to part ways.”

Chi Jing removed his sunglasses and smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

Chen Guangji was momentarily stunned by his smile.

As Chi Jing gracefully exited the car, he leaned out, holding the sunglasses.

“They suit you, keep them.”

“No, thanks.” Chi Jing raised an eyebrow.

“Not my style.” He told him.

Chen Guangji watched his figure disappear, then slapped his forehead.

Too charming!

Though straight, he couldn’t help being drawn to him.

He took out his phone, found his top contact, and sent a message.

[Chen Guangji: Bro! I just saw a super handsome guy! No, a stunning beauty!!! And he looks a bit like you!]

He wanted to add that he was better-looking but decided against it, fearing it might seem tactless.

In the top office of Beijing’s tallest building, Jiang Yucheng glanced at the message, replied “impossible,” and tossed his phone aside.

Chen Guangji, wanting to share more, refrained, worried about interrupting his brother’s work.

As Chi Jing entered the Binke Grand Hotel, the original staff couldn’t keep up but had informed Lu Tao.

When he walked into the lobby, a new cameraman was ready to film him.

Chi Jing smiled, “Good afternoon.”

The cameraman, briefed on the situation, silently observed him.

This person wasn’t a typical rule-following artist.

The cameraman, on high alert, followed him closely.

Chi Jing, unbothered by the lack of response, smiled as they entered the elevator.

The program’s address was a private room on the fifth floor. After checking with a waiter, he headed there directly.

Through the thick door, he heard some excited voices and words like “photo” and “autograph.”

Unable to make out the details, he confirmed the room with the staff, knocked, and entered.

The small private room was dominated by a round table, half-filled with untouched appetizers.

He walked in, unfazed by the surprised, shocked, annoyed, and wary looks, and took the only empty seat.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I shouldn’t be late.”

A younger man frowned.

“But we’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

Chi Jing: “If I’m not mistaken, the program’s time is 11 o’clock.”

He checked his phone.

The nearby cameraman captured the time on the screen.

10:55.

Not late.

Perhaps not expecting such bluntness, the atmosphere turned awkward.

Until a low chuckle came from the back.

The voice was pleasant.

Chi Jing’s ears twitched, following the sound to see a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

It was Jiang Yucheng.

The human he found quite attractive.

Jiang Yucheng, leaning back with crossed legs, sided with him.

“Indeed, not late.”

With Jiang Yucheng’s endorsement, the awkwardness dissipated.

The young idol, An Boqing, who had initially mocked Chi Jing, suddenly changed his demeanor, smilingly handing him the menu.

“You’re here. What would you like to eat? Here’s the menu.”

An ordinary person might be flustered by his sudden change.

But Chi Jing, a succubus, wasn’t even human.

He confidently accepted the menu, picked a few dishes he wanted.

“These, thanks.”

Having been bluntly countered, An Boqing was left speechless.

“…”