Yan Xianjue returned to the Yan Residence with a sense of complete satisfaction.
After a quick, refreshing shower, he lay blissfully on his soft, fluffy bed.
Strictly speaking, Yao Weiran was not a victim of the protagonist halo.
At best, he could only be considered a stepping stone for the female lead's rise in the entertainment industry.
Yet this probably counted as the only decent thing Lin Shi ever did in the entire novel.
Because back then, he had equally dug up the black material of everyone who bad-mouthed Su Su.
Yan Xianjue was willing to call this plot arc "The Melon-Eater's Feast".
Anyway, as a reader back then, he had the time of his life eating melons while reading this part.
He lay sprawling across the bed.
Every now and then, he would hug his quilt and roll over a couple of times.
His face wore a smile like a cat that had stolen some fish.
His phone was unconsciously kicked to the floor, making a rolling, clattering sound.
Yan Xianjue yawned, too lazy to pick it up, and let it quietly lie right there.
The mere thought of Lin Shi fighting wits and courage with Lin Lang at that time, all while painstakingly using his own influence to unearth the black material on these people, made Yan Xianjue want to shout out in gratitude for nature's bounty.
How could this not be considered a kind of special self-service in the entertainment industry's melon patch?
Therefore, Yan Xianjue was not worried at all about the things Yao Weiran feared.
Even without mobilizing the power of the Yan Household.
Just looking at his mentor alone, the garbage things he had done over the years were not just one or two.
Tossing out a couple of them at random would