Chapter 95: Lightning Descends, Striking Down the Pretender

"You idiot, why aren't you lining up to welcome Young Master Jin? Are you trying to get yourself kicked out?" Wu Kai, already irritated just looking at Chen Yufeng, grew even more furious seeing him still standing there in a daze, and shouted at him right then and there.

"So it's the popular pretty boy Jin Chexi? Alright, such a grand entrance, acting all high and mighty. I want to see just how impressive you really are..." Chen Yufeng chuckled inwardly; he already had a plan for how to handle things later, so he couldn't be bothered to argue with Wu Kai. He simply glanced up at him, expressionless.

Then, obediently, he joined the line behind the extras.

The entire crew, staff and actors combined, numbered nearly two hundred. Now, this mighty group was divided into two lines, forming a spectacle reminiscent of twin dragons. It was quite a sight.

But the expressions on their faces betrayed their reluctance. Some couldn't help but mutter under their breath.

What was this? No matter how famous you are, how high your popularity, even the biggest star can’t treat us like props, right? Are we all just here to set you off?

Surrounding them were four or five hundred onlookers, all abuzz at the scene:

"Damn, isn't Jin Chexi taking it too far? Does he really need such fanfare? What a show-off."

"Hey, didn't someone online say this hotshot was a diva? I didn't believe it at first, but it turns out it's true. Isn't this diva behavior a bit much?"

"Well, what can you do? He's got the popularity, hordes of crazy fans. He acts like a diva and still gets all the hottest roles."

"Exactly. The key is that he has resources—plenty of them. He doesn’t have to worry about offending directors or anyone. They say this drama is invested by his father's corporation, so he can act up however he likes."

"Who can do anything about it? No one."

...

In the midst of these discussions, another ten minutes slipped by.

To their annoyance, Jin Chexi's RV still hadn't appeared.

Many had grown impatient, voicing complaints, but under the urging of several assistant directors, nothing got too out of hand. Though there was resentment, thoughts of paychecks and future roles forced everyone to endure. What else could they do, being just small-time actors and extras?

Finally, after another ten minutes, a black Mercedes RV appeared in the distance, slowly making its way forward...

From the murmurs around him, Chen Yufeng realized this was Jin Chexi's personal RV, carrying the star himself.

Chen Yufeng was certainly familiar with popular idols like this. He didn't mind those who were decent as people.

But those who acted up so outrageously, treating everyone in the crew like mere background to highlight themselves—he had nothing but contempt for.

Fine, congratulations—you’re the lucky one. Time to teach you a lesson.

"What are you staring at? Are you all dumb? Can't you open your mouths and shout?" As the Mercedes RV drew closer, still fifty meters away, the assistant director raised a loudspeaker and barked at the crowd.

Led by department heads, the crew and actors reluctantly began to shout:

"Welcome, Young Master Jin, welcome!"

They shouted, but their voices were subdued, clearly lacking any enthusiasm.

The assistant director, seeing this, raised his loudspeaker again and yelled, "What, none of you ate? You're all mumbling like mosquitoes—can't you shout louder?"

"Welcome, Young Master Jin, welcome!" This time, their voices were louder, but it was obvious they had no choice. The assistant director was also helpless—after all, the boy's father was the investor.

Amid the forced cheers, the Mercedes RV finally rolled up and stopped before the two lines. The man in the suit sitting in the front passenger seat immediately got out, opened the door, and respectfully invited Jin Chexi to step out.

At the same time, the assistant director led another round of shouting: "Welcome, Young Master Jin, welcome!"

The crew and extras had no choice but to echo again: "Welcome, Young Master Jin, welcome!"

Then, amid their repeated calls and the eager gaze of hundreds of eyes, a man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, radiating a cool, aloof aura, stepped out.

It was the idol Jin Chexi.

He stood just over six feet tall, his figure accentuated by a tailored white suit, making him look upright and elegant.

He was undeniably handsome—perhaps beautiful was more accurate—with delicate features, a touch of androgynous charm, and lips perfectly shaped, curled into a faintly mischievous smile.

He had a hint of bad-boy appeal.

Though many men found idols like him distasteful, he had an overwhelming effect on young women.

Thus, nearly all his fans were girls.

Among the crowd, a group of over a dozen girls formed a fan club, waving light boards and cheering, "Chexi, Chexi, you’re the most handsome! We love you!"

After getting out of the car, Jin Chexi glanced indifferently at the two lines formed by the crew, neither thanking them nor changing his expression.

He then flashed a killer smile at the fan club on the other side.

Ah—

"Wow, Chexi is smiling at us! Oh, I’m dizzy—I’m going to faint…" "Chexi, Chexi, we love you…"

Hearing the girls’ frenzied screams, Jin Chexi’s lips curled into his habitual, playful smile.

The girls screamed even louder, getting more excited. If not for the burly security guards barring their way, they would have rushed over already.

Seeing the moment, the assistant director hurried over and politely asked, "Young Master Jin, can we go to makeup and start filming now?"

Jin Chexi glanced at him coolly and replied with annoyance, "It’s so hot, why bother filming?"

With that, he turned and got back in the car.

"But Young Master Jin, the crew is all ready and waiting for you to start…" the assistant director pleaded.

"Not my problem," Jin Chexi replied, ignoring him, and told the driver, "Drive."

"Young Master Jin, please don’t leave…" Several assistant directors, seeing him about to storm off, rushed over and begged earnestly, but Jin Chexi paid them no mind.

"Wow, Chexi is so arrogant, so cool—I love how tough he is…" His fan club erupted in another wave of shrill screams.

As for the crew and actors lined up, their resentment toward him only deepened, as they angrily discussed:

"What the hell, we waited so long for him, and now he just leaves? Are we monkeys to him?"

"So what if you’re famous and rich? This diva behavior is outrageous!"

"Damn, does he ever consider how we feel?"

Not only were they annoyed, even the onlookers were furious at Jin Chexi’s boundless diva antics. Even a diva should know their limits.

What was this? If only lightning would strike from the sky and blast this show-off to bits—