By twelve noon, under the glare of a blazing Monday sun, Andre stepped out through the gates of the university. His striking appearance drew several glances from students lingering around the entrance. His face—delicate, almost angelic—looked like it belonged to a sixteen-year-old boy. But that impression quickly crumbled the moment one's eyes traveled down to his towering frame. At one meter ninety, Andre carried himself with the calm composure of a young man who had grown into his height, every step deliberate, unhurried, and naturally commanding.
He boarded a taxi from the entrance of the school gate.
After 45 minutes drive, the cab arrived at HYU entertainment company.The polished logo of HYU Entertainment glittered under the sun, a symbol of prestige, power, and chaos—all things Andre had already learned it contained.
Andre paid the driver, stepped out, and made his way into the lobby with that cold, collected air that never seemed to falter. Without wasting time, he entered the elevator and pressed for the twenty-third floor—the level reserved for HYU's top executives.
When the doors opened, he moved straight toward the office of Mr. Guo Ming, one of the company's senior managers. At the door, Andre knocked once, calmly, then entered.
Inside, Mr. Guo sat behind a heavy mahogany desk, fatigue already etched into his sharp features. Across from him, lounging with careless arrogance on a leather sofa, was Mo Yue—Andre's employer, HYU's problematic star, and a man whose name was as famous in the industry as it was notorious in scandal columns.
Mo Yue was dressed nothing like a celebrity expected to hold an image. A pair of ripped blue jeans, a baggy green T-shirt, a baseball cap pulled low, and oversized sunglasses that hid half his expression. Headphones dangled around his neck, and his phone was in his hand, thumbs tapping aimlessly as though the room around him hardly existed.
Andre stepped in and gave a neutral nod. "Hello, Mr. Guo. Hello, Mr. Mo." His voice carried no warmth, no hostility either—just that steady neutrality he always wore.
Guo Ming immediately straightened, relief flickering across his face. "Oh, great—you're here, Andre. How have you been?" His tone was enthusiastic, like the arrival of this young man had just lifted a weight off his chest.
Andre's reply was short, calm. "I'm alright."
"Yes, of course you are," Guo Ming muttered, almost to himself. "It's been two weeks now. Do you know—Mo Yue here has missed you. You're one of the few people who can actually manage him." He cast a sideways glance at Mo Yue, whose jaw tightened as if he were ready to chew through the younger man standing so calmly before him.
Mo Yue tilted his head lazily toward his manager, then to Andre. Behind the tinted sunglasses, his eyes lingered. He studied Andre's cold, steady stance, the way the boy seemed taller, sharper, gloomier even, than when they last met. "He really has changed in just two weeks," Mo Yue thought. "Taller… colder. Or maybe it's just me."
Guo Ming's patience, however, quickly snapped. "You still act high and mighty!" he burst out at Mo Yue. His voice shook with frustration. "Do you forget you're dominating the internet headlines again? And all because of your mess with Su Jie! Why do you always let yourself get dragged into scandals with that bastard?!" His face reddened with fury. "What is really going on between you and him, Mo Yue? No—don't answer. I don't even care! Just stop! Every headline about you is negative lately. At this rate, you'll ruin your career, everything you've built!"
For a long second, Mo Yue sat in silence, absorbing the tirade. Then, with that cool, mocking calm that made people want to throttle him, he said, "At least you admit Su Jie is a son of a bitch."
Guo Ming nearly choked. His chest heaved, and for a terrifying moment it looked like he might pass out.
"Mr. Guo—please, calm down!" Feng Yu, Mo Yue's personal assistant, rushed in from the corner. Feng Yu was young—twenty-four, neat, humble-looking, his manner polite and careful. He had been employed after Andre left for school, taking over most of the duties. "Mr. Mo didn't mean it that way," he said nervously. "He understands what you're saying. Please don't let it upset you too much."
It was at this moment Andre who calmly stood there unbothered and not getting involved or curious of what his happening around him notice Feng Yu his co worker and also Mo Yue full time assistant who was employed after Andre started college and his now fully in charge of Mo Yue activities.
Despite the endless rumors about Mo Yue and his notoriously difficult personality, Feng Yu had lasted this long, proof that he was both humble and competent.
Guo Ming exhaled slowly, visibly calming under Feng Yu's gentle intervention. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead. After a moment, he straightened again and spoke with more control.
"Now," he began, voice steadier. "The reason I asked you here today is because Mo Yue has a ball tonight. It's not just some celebrity after-party—it's a serious business event. Executives, CEOs, investors… people who can decide the future of this industry. Mo Yue is attending as HYU's representative, one of our S-class stars." His eyes narrowed. "Andre, I want you to accompany him tonight. You and Feng Yu both. But your job is clear—look after him, keep him out of trouble. Especially if Su Jie shows up."
He leaned forward, his voice tightening. "This is not optional. If Mo Yue makes another scene tonight, the higher-ups will turn against him. He's already on thin ice. I don't want more problems reaching the boardroom."
Guo turned sharply to Mo Yue, his tone strict as a father scolding a wayward child. "And you—don't even think of starting anything tonight. Don't open your mouth unless you must. Go there, smile, represent HYU, then leave. Do you understand me?"
Mo Yue raised a brow beneath his sunglasses, lips curving in amusement. "Mhm, okay, dear Guo Ming. But you make it sound like everything is my fault."
"No one cares!" Guo snapped back, veins in his neck visible.
"Oh…" Mo Yue shrugged, utterly unbothered. "Okay then. I don't even care either."
"You—!" Guo Ming's hand clenched on the desk. He forced himself to breathe deeply before he exploded again. Instead, he turned his attention back to Andre, as though the boy's presence alone steadied him.
"Do you understand what I'm asking you?" he asked, voice low but urgent.
Andre gave a slight nod, his expression calm as always. "Yes, Mr. Guo. I'll do as you say."
Guo's shoulders eased. "Good. I knew I could count on you. Feng Yu is competent, but too soft to control him. You… you know how to handle him best."
From the sofa, Mo Yue gave a dry laugh. "No one can handle me, Guo Ming." With that, he rose, stretched lazily, and strolled out of the office without so much as a backward glance.
"Mr. Mo—wait!" Feng Yu flustered, quickly gathering his things and rushing after him.
Guo Ming slumped into his chair, pressing both hands to his face. "This boy will be the death of me…" he muttered, half drained.
The office was quiet for a moment. Andre remained standing, calm as always, his expression unreadable.
Finally, Guo dropped his hands and looked at him. "Well… you should go after them. Mo Yue needs to prepare for tonight. And make sure he eats something—he hasn't touched food all day, and he'll be dressing up later. Don't let him faint on the stage."
Andre gave a brief nod. "Hm."
"Thank you, Andre. Really. Take care of everything."
Andre turned to leave, but just as he reached the door, Guo's voice stopped him.
"Andre!"
Andre paused, turning his head slightly. "Yes, Mr. Guo?"
"Take care of him tonight," Guo said firmly. "Stay by his side at all times. Don't let him wander off, don't let him drink too much, and especially don't let him near Ye. Understand?"
Andre's eyes remained calm, steady. "Hm. I will, Mr. Guo."
Guo finally leaned back with relief, muttering almost to himself as Andre exited the room: "At least I can trust you, Andre…"
And with that, the boy's quiet footsteps faded down the hall, leaving Guo Ming alone with his heavy thoughts.
A.N: Hey loves! 💕 This is a little make-up for Monday's update. I couldn't drop the two chapters then, so I'll be giving you both today, so updating three chapters today. Enjoy! 🥰