Chapter 283: The First Intimate Contac (1/2)

After listening to the recording three times, I was finally sure I hadn’t misunderstood a single word he said. ”Mike Zhou is Yi Xi’s pseudonym!” I exclaimed. “No wonder! The guy’s so rich but there’s almost no sign of his existence.”

”Song-ge, you’re wrong,” said Xiao Zhou. “Yi Xi is his stage name and Mike Zhou is probably his real name.”

”Don't you think it's strange?” asked Xiaotao. “How can an artist have two agents?”

”There might be more than two,” remarked Xiao Zhou. “Just like how there’s an entire brokerage team behind Yi Xi. It’s exactly this bunch of people who have involved you two.”

At the time, I never imagined that this name would be the biggest mystery of the case!

”Thanks,” nodded Xiaotao. “You’ve saved us a lot of time.”

”If only we can get Yi Xi's dental model,” I pondered. “All our doubts will be resolved. But how are we going to get that?”

Xiao Zhou told us to wait as he looked up gossip news on his cell phone and found an article on a charity dinner. It turned out that Yi Xi was going to attend the dinner tomorrow night according to his schedule.

Yi Xi would have to eat at the dinner party so I was almost certain we could obtain his dental model. This was an extreme measure forced by our ruthless opponents and we didn’t have to hold back.

”Xiao Zhou, how do you know his schedule? Are you a fan?” I asked.

Xiao Zhou falteringly admitted that it was actually his girlfriend.

”I didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” teased Xiaotao.

”I hope my question isn’t offensive,” I said. “And I mean absolutely no discrimination. Is Yi Xi gay?”

“There are rumors that he is, but his company has continuously denied it. His fans are divided into two camps and both sides are incompatible,” explained Xiao Zhou. “One side is sure Yi Xi is gay and promises to support him regardless of his sexual orientation while the other camp insists that Yi Xi isn’t gay. In fact, I think sexual orientation is a personal matter. What’s there to argue about?”

”Sounds really complicated,” I sighed. “Then what happened when he announced his love affair?”

”In my humble opinion, he’s trying to cling onto that female celebrity because she supposedly has a deep background and her family monopolizes half of the film and television industry,” he deduced. “As a fan, I might be beaten for saying this. But as you all know, Yi Xi's acting skills are nowhere near good and he relies heavily on his appearance. But even appearance fades when one ages so he must plan for his future. I’m pretty sure that's why he wants to find a backer.”

I looked at Xiao Zhou, surprised. ”With such thorough analysis, are you a real fan or a fake one?” I laughed.

”A passer-by who’s joined in on the fun,” he chuckled.

When we got to Xiaotao's place, she rushed into the living room and removed her bra, throwing it onto the couch unflinchingly. Then she turned to me and laughed, ”I completely forgot you were here! Sorry, I’m just used to it.”

Looking at those perky breasts faintly discernible under her shirt, my cheeks turned crimson and I quickly looked away.

Xiaotao stretched her arms and muttered, ”Sigh, after running around all day, my shoulders are sore.”

”Sit down,” I said. “I’ll give you a massage.”

So I sat on the couch, Xiaotao leaning against my body as I kneaded her shoulders. My technique must have been good because Xiaotao soon let out a comfortable moan. The lights in the room were turned off and the friction against my body produced a shameful response in my lower regions. I subconsciously moved my legs away, lest I give away anything.

Xiaotao closed her eyes and said, ”It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten off work right on the dot. Why don’t we do a little something?”

”What do you mean?” I asked, voice laced with nervousness.

She turned around, looked squarely at me with those seductive eyes and hooked my chin with her index finger. ”You know what I mean...”