Chapter 20
The soft hum of the engine filled the car, blending with the muffled city sounds outside. Wei Yuxiang leaned back in his seat, one leg casually crossed over the other, his gaze shifting from the passing scenery to the young man beside him.
Andre sat with his back straight, black jacket neat and uncreased,His profile was soft and delicate, the curve of his cheek smooth as porcelain, and full lips that held a quiet stillness, as if smiling was a secret they refused to share.His silence thick enough to make most people uncomfortable.
Most people—but not Wei Yuxiang.
"So… you're the assistant they sent for me?" His tone was conversational, but his eyes were studying Andre like he was trying to find cracks in a wall.
Andre didn't bother turning his head. "Yes."
Wei Yuxiang's lips twitched. "Not much of a talker, are you?"
"You look more like an artist in the industry than an assistant. What is going on in Z city missing a such good goods and making them an mare assistant"
"…." Silence resumed in the car
That silence landed with the weight of finality,of not be interested but instead of retreating, Yuxiang continued "Not much of a talker, are you?"
"No" that single word landed with a weight of finality, but instead of retreating,Yuxiang chuckled softly. "I guess that makes us opposites." He tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping into something almost curious. "Do you always dress like you're going to a funeral?"
Andre's gaze shifted just enough to meet his, and for the first time, a flicker of something unreadable passed through his eyes. "Do you always talk this much to strangers?" 'Are all star a talker that casually communicates with strangers. Just look at his boss Mo Yue and now this Mr Wei' he thought
That earned him a slow smile. "Only to the ones I want to know better." He teases
Andre looked away again, as if dismissing the comment entirely. Outside, the streets blurred past in shades of gray and muted gold.
Mr. Guo, in the driver's seat, kept his eyes on the road, but the faintest hint of amusement lingered in his expression. He had seen Wei Yuxiang charm countless people with ease—but watching him bounce off Andre's cold wall teasing him was, admittedly, entertaining.
"Tell me," Yuxiang continued, undeterred, "how long have you been with the company?"
Andre's answer was clipped. "Not Long enough."
"So you are a new assistant?"
"Hm" shortly acknowledged
"Now I see. hmmm…. Mo Yue got a new taste hm!. Where is the last enthusiastic assistant, he was more fun than you, you know. But face ?,You are premium and you sliver eyes quite unquie and one of a kind."
"…."
"Are aren't native are you?"
"No Mr Wei" distantly replied
The silence that followed wasn't empty—it was charged, as if Wei Yuxiang was mentally testing which approach would finally earn him more than a two-word reply.
Finally, he leaned slightly closer, voice low but teasing. "You know, if you keep acting like this, I might just spend the whole day trying to make you talk." "Or I can snatch you from Mo Yue giving it not save to stay around that man with such a face and body… or you No, you look to young for Mo Yue even if you body is well developed. How old are you? Maybe 16?, so young to work at the entertainment especially with that face. Boy who are parents, are you that short of money? Or you are just a crazy loyal fan that you would want to work for Mo Yue to earn and see your idol"
"Wow such a smart moves killing two birds with one stone"
Andre didn't flinch, but his fingers flexed briefly against his thigh before stilling again. "It's not like that Mr Wei, don't make fake assumptions."
'What is with this man, is he even a star.
Maybe going to college early would have be better than having to deal with these stars'
Wei Yuxiang's eyes glinted with interest. "We'll see." "So…."
"Mr Wei probing into our staffs isn't really good you know" Mr Guo calmly interrupted him
"Hm okay I will let him be, oh Guo Ming still no fun as ever"
"Little star get me my phone"
"Yes sir" reply the a young plain looking man that should be his assistant.
Silence presume in the car again.
The car slowed as they approached the studio gates. From the outside, the building stood tall and sleek, glass panels catching the late morning light.
Andre reached for the door handle before the car fully stopped, stepping out with his usual brisk efficiency. Yuxiang followed, a half-smile on his face, looking like a man who had just discovered a very intriguing challenge.
If the morning had been quiet for Andre so far, something told him it wasn't going to stay that way and now this man. How will he cope with this man and Mo Yue. He need to know when there recording will end.
He is about to be more drained mentally…