"A driver's license?" Everyone laughed. It seemed his brilliance was so overwhelming, that he could do anything, and they had almost forgotten that he had just turned eighteen and hadn't learned to drive yet. When it came to the segment where fans made requests, Huihui, like a force of nature, unstoppable, rushed to the front of the crowd and grabbed the microphone, "Brother Ye, Brother Ye! Now that filming is finally over, can you give us Yezi fans a treat?" "What kind of treat?" Check latest chapters at NoveI~Fire.net Ye Xian saw her 'thirsty' expression and had an ominous feeling. Huihui pulled out her phone, "How about dancing to the most popular dance on Doule recently?" Everyone looked at her phone and saw the recent internet sensation of hunky men gyrating their hips, and they excitedly joined in the clamor, "Dance this one! Just dance this one! Ahhh! This one's killer!" Ye Xian looked at the video of a muscular man with one hand on his waist, oozing sex appeal as he twisted his hips, and she pressed a hand to her forehead, knowing this was coming. This was Huihui's way of making her flirt in broad daylight... "Please agree to it, Brother Ye~" "Xian Kid, fulfill your old mother's wish!" "Brother Xian is the best! Spoils his fans the most!" The Yezi fans coaxed in unison. Seeing Ye Xian hesitant and troubled, Jiang Wanze and Lin Yan volunteered to go on stage, "Do you mind if we join you?" Ye Xian: "?" I didn't realize you two liked to dance so provocatively! Yezi fans: "We don't mind at all! Not one bit!" Since the Top Flow Competition, the fans of the four FOR homes had put aside their previous toxic infighting, becoming supportive of each other, developing a friendlier relationship. Realizing she had been set up and there was no refuse, Ye Xian could only nod her head. The staff played the music, and the three of them lined up in the center of the stage, with Ye Xian in the center position. True to her status as a super-popular idol from an Asian boy band, even without the lights and fog machines, her dancing was enough to get the blood pumping and the crowd excited. "... You, yes you~ Stir my heart~ Sour my eyes~ A lifetime of hurt! You, yes you~ Watch from afar~ Stand aside~ A life of yearning..." The three of them placed one hand on their waist and moved rhythmically to the music, dancing and singing with a charismatic yet alluring twist of their hips – the sight sent the fans into a frenzy, many covering their noses. "Darn it! Xianxian's waist isn't a waist, it's a life-threatening scimitar!" "Help me! The enchanting Ye Xian is claiming lives online!" "I can't! I can't do this anymore! I'm feeling faint, my husband! Xianxian, my husband!" While the fans were spellbound by Ye Xian's dance moves, at the back of the crowd, a pair of frenzied eyes fixated on her, like a rabid dog eyeing a bone. His face, his neck, his waist, his hands, his legs – every part of him was exquisite, every part tempting, akin to an immortal from the heavens, a drug from the human world. It was just too perfect! The man watched, and suddenly, as if possessed, he charged onto the stage. Ye Xian was immersed in her dance when she suddenly saw a hideous face coming towards her, giving her a start. Before she could react, Jiang Wanze, Lin Yan, and the senior bodyguards Jiang Wen had arranged in the crew swiftly tackled him, pinning him down. "What are you trying to do?" The two bodyguards firmly pinned down the hefty man on the ground. Even though he was restrained, he still tried desperately to raise his head to look at Ye Xian, "Yezi! Yezi, I love you, I love you so much! Will you be with me?" Reporters and fans, temporarily baffled, soon realized what was happening and began to shout, "Sasaeng fan! He's a sasaeng who sneaked in!" Hearing this, the reporters quickly grabbed their cameras, preparing to film, but they were stopped by Jiang Wanze, "Please put down your cameras, don't record this. We'll hand it over to the company for handling." At the word of the Bo Family's second young master, the reporters dared not disobey and reluctantly put down their cameras. "Ye Xian, are you okay?" Lin Yan checked her over, and Ye Xian shook her head, "I'm fine, he didn't touch me." The two bodyguards, still pinning the sasaeng fan, looked up and asked Ye Xian, "Boss, how should we deal with him?" "Take him back to my resting room for now, and contact Jiang Wen..." Ye Xian was speaking when the stalker, pinned to the ground, suddenly bit the bodyguard holding him down. Caught off guard, the bodyguard released his grip, and the stalker took the opportunity to scramble up and run away, quickly disappearing into the crowd. He even turned back to give Ye Xian a glance. That look in the stalker's eyes was all too familiar to Ye Xian, a naked determination that they would not easily give up. Ye Xian's expression tensed slightly. Previously, for the sake of the filming schedule, she hadn't thoroughly investigated the stalker issue. Now with the filming completed, it was time to look into it more carefully, or it would sooner or later become a hidden danger. Since there was no actual harm done, to console the reporters and fans present, Ye Xian also offered an extra treat, a song from "Conquest of the World", enjoyed the cake and wrap party with everyone, and didn't leave until the sky had darkened to board the nanny van. After shooting the final scene and hosting the lengthy wrap party, compounded by the unpleasant encounter with the stalker, she felt completely drained, and now all she wanted to do was go home, fall asleep, and do nothing else. As Ye Xian thought this, her phone suddenly chimed with a text message. [Werewolf: Come to Jiuxi Eighteen Islands for dinner tonight.] Damn it, what kind of jinx was she? She had just mentioned being a free nanny for the CEO, and now he was already making full use of her? Wuuu, no, she didn't want to move at all right now; this Werewolf really was sent by God to torture her... Feeling aggrieved and reluctant, Ye Xian made her way to the 20th floor, just about to open the door to her apartment when she saw... that the door to 2001 was actually ajar? Had the CEO's house been burglarized? Impossible. This was Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, right? Could the CEO be back? If so, why was the door not closed? Was it... left open for her? Considering this possibility, Ye Xian tiptoed into 2001 and heard the sizzling sound of cooking. Could it be the CEO had a burst of kindness today and decided to let a chef come over and cook? She peeked into the kitchen and nearly dropped the flowers she was holding in shock upon seeing the tall man standing in front of an array of expensive and exquisite ingredients, wearing a face shield, holding a spatula, his frame tall and distinguished. The sight was so incongruous, so unreal. Bo Tingshen heard the noise and turned his face to look at her. Ye Xian met his gaze and, upon hearing his rhetorical question, instantly realized the implication. This was bad! The CEO must have thought she was taking too long to return and got hungry enough to start cooking himself! "CEO! Hand me the spatula and wait on the sofa. Such heavy-duty work shouldn't trouble you at all!" Ye Xian set down the bouquet and tried to snatch the spatula from his hand but didn't succeed. "Don't move." Bo Tingshen caught the back of her collar with his free hand and lifted her away from the steaming stove. Ye Xian: "..." He must be really angry! Bo Tingshen: "I decided to cook today." "?" Ye Xian, "Cook yourself? Why?" "There's something worth celebrating." Something worth celebrating? Ye Xian realized she had misunderstood; the CEO didn't seem angry at all, and he even seemed to be in a good mood. But for a top boss like him, who could get anything he wanted, what could possibly be worth celebrating? Ye Xian blinked at him, a wild idea crossing her mind, "CEO, are you... getting married?" Bo Tingshen stopped cooking, his spatula pausing mid-air. With narrowed eyes and a tense jawline, his expression turned displeased as he looked at her, "To you?"