The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 240 At this point, art has been created.

"Here, take this." After arriving at the Great Wall Hotel, Xu Jiuyang was about to get out of the car when Angela handed him a room key card.

"So..." Xu Jiuyang was somewhat puzzled.

“I had something to do, so I ordered you a high-class escort,” Angela said with a smile.

"Huh?" Xu Jiuyang blinked, somewhat speechless.

"Hurry up and get down," Angela urged. "I'm not like you, who can just laze around doing nothing every day."

"That's going too far," Xu Jiuyang said, clearly displeased.

"Give me the car keys, and I'll have someone bring the car over for you tomorrow," Angela said to herself.

Seeing this, Xu Jiuyang had no choice but to get out of the car. After watching her and her female secretary leave from the parking lot, he leisurely entered the Great Wall Hotel.

They talk about high-class call girls, but most of them are actresses like Hao Lei, signed to her company, who are also very ambitious.

Xu Jiuyang neither confirmed nor denied this, saying that the entertainment industry is just like this, just like it was in his past life, and it will be the same in this life.

Lost in thought, he arrived at the suite, sat down on the sofa, and began to daydream again.

I wonder if tonight's banter will have any effect. In those people's eyes, are Angela and I boyfriend and girlfriend, or is it a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship?

None of them seem right. Besides, if word gets out, Li Yunxin will definitely want me to accompany her to some events. She won't even need to make any demands; she'll just stand there, biting her lip and looking at me pitifully, and I'll have no choice but to surrender.

Saying no is really a difficult thing, and besides, did what I did tonight even work?

Just then, the doorbell rang. It must be the high-class call girl Angela had mentioned. Strange, why did she use such a Hong Kong-style term?
Upon arriving at the door and peeking through the peephole, Xu Jiuyang immediately understood the reason.

"Miss Li?" He opened the door and gave Li Jiaxin, who was standing outside, a strange look.

"Hello, Mr. Xu, I am technician number 38, Li Jiaxin. It's a pleasure to serve you," she said with a smile, speaking in heavily accented Mandarin.

Xu Jiuyang felt even stranger, yet not entirely surprised. From the moment Angela said she would use Li Jiaxin as a front to swindle the fortunes of Hong Kong's entertainment industry stars, he knew she definitely wouldn't let her off the hook.

That's true. If he couldn't make Li Jiaxin obedient and compliant, how could Angela feel at ease using her? As for the methods... he wasn't worried at all. Not to mention Taiwanese people like Zhang Junning and Chen Qiaoen, just look at Hao Lei and Tang Wei. Aren't they all exceptionally obedient?

Even so, after letting her in, he could still notice the reluctance in Li Jiaxin's eyes.

So when she pretended to introduce the services she offered, Xu Jiuyang didn't hold back at all: "No need for all that trouble. Now, turn around, climb onto the bed, and raise your buttocks." If it were Li Jiaxin from the early 90s, he wouldn't mind playing around with romance. Back then, her temperament and appearance were on the rise; she was truly radiant and elegant. Her most stunning looks in "Demon City" and "Drunken Master 3" were from that time.

However, after the age of 27, her appearance began to decline, and by the time she was 35, it was as if she had a completely different head.

It's mainly about the face. Around 20 years old, a fuller, rounder face naturally gives a more dignified appearance. But as you get older, the face starts to lose its plumpness, making the cheekbones more prominent and the face appear longer. In addition, thin eyebrows became popular around the turn of the millennium, but not every woman suits them, so the face starts to look harsh.

Of course, this process is quite long, and since she doesn't appear on camera very often, she still retains some of the charm of the early 90s.

But Xu Jiuyang was too lazy to play along. Since he was already playing the role of a call girl, he naturally had to act like one.

Li Jiaxin was visibly taken aback, but didn't say anything and did as he instructed.
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He originally thought it would just be a normal sex session, maybe with a bit of role-playing, but after actually doing it, he found that it felt almost like Angela's experience, allowing him to be completely immersed in it.

Even earlier, when I was with older women, I had a similar feeling to Sister Xiaoli.

But that's not the most outrageous thing. The most outrageous thing is that Yang Rong, Hao Lei, Tang Wei, and Li Xue also have the same feeling... Of course, some are stronger and some are weaker.

So what does this mean?
Xu Jiuyang gently patted his face, trying to pull himself out of these inexplicable thoughts. He was already asleep, and sleeping quite comfortably, so what was the point of thinking about these things?

Perhaps we should try to shift our focus elsewhere, like what Angela said yesterday: take the opportunity of announcing her relationship to retire from the entertainment industry?
After all, it was her who said he was her boyfriend; he never admitted it with any certainty.

So... so if they feel dissatisfied, they can completely blame it on her, or before doing anything similar, they should first settle things with Angela or something.

Just as he was lost in his fantasies, a warm body embraced him from behind, followed by a heavily accented Mandarin: "Why did you get up..."

Sure enough, she hadn't pulled herself out of it yet. Xu Jiuyang sighed inwardly, then turned around and saw Li Jiaxin's infatuated eyes.

"I have to go to work," Xu Jiuyang said, then pulled her hand and walked out of the bathroom.

"Is it okay if I don't go to work?" Still a little dazed, Li Jiaxin chased after him to the door.

"If I don't work, will you support me?" Xu Jiuyang asked casually.

“I’ll take care of you!” Li Jiaxin replied casually.

Xu Jiuyang blinked and looked at Li Jiaxin, who was starting to regain her senses, her face flushed, and who seemed to want to hide in the bathroom: "Take care of yourself first, you fool."

At this point, the art was complete.

(End of this chapter)