Superstar's Development Diary-Chapter 831 - 833: Poor Child

He Jinxia coughed, her eyes shifted, a sly glint flashed in them, and she said mischievously, "In Huaxia, some elementary and middle school students are also my fans. Are they your enemies too?"

Sheng Yan turned his head, his tone as calm and indifferent as ever, "Of course, but—"

"If it’s our child, it’s an exception."

This move was completely unexpected.

He Jinxia was left speechless.

***

The crew of the Devil’s Sea experienced the culinary delights from Great China, and everyone was thoroughly satisfied.

Whether you like crayfish, steamed buns, or spicy hotpot... with so many Huaxia dishes, there’s always something to love. Even if you don’t like any, it’s okay—local delicacies await your attention.

Chefs from Great China showcased versatile skills, cooking even foreign dishes with expertise, impressing the entire crew. Everyone praised that the New Year’s Eve banquet was truly worth it!

Apart from this lavish New Year’s Eve dinner, there will be a New Year celebration feast tomorrow, another gourmet extravaganza.

Stanlanca wasn’t a person who prioritized culinary pleasures but didn’t refuse the joy brought by good food. Seeing the crew eat happily, he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that taking a two-day holiday was completely worth it!

With continuous filming, the crew was more or less fatigued. Reasonable rest would let them focus better on future filming; a work-life balance is healthier.

The only slight regret was that the mysterious man always around Jinxia refused to reveal his true face, piquing not only the crew’s curiosity but even Stanlanca’s.

What kind of man could captivate a woman like He Jinxia?

The more I think about it, the more curious I become.

Stanlanca shook his head, picked a piece of beef from the hotpot, chewing slowly, with a bottle of Erguotou from Huaxia by his side—meat and wine, living happily like a god.

At the banquet, most of He Jinxia’s attention was on the two mothers, afraid they wouldn’t adapt. She kept finding topics to chat with them about.

The rest of her spare time was given to the clingy Sheng Yan, leaving her no time to notice the other crew members’ expressions, much less the undercurrents within the crew.

People ate and drank with laughter, no one noticed an actor quietly leaving the venue, nor did anyone see another person taking note of this and also leaving after some thought.

Angus went to the large mechanical ship used by the crew, clambered up with a bitter face, sat at the edge of the deck, and looked up at the moon.

He held a bottle of beer in one hand, and the other hand wasn’t idle either, gripping a pair of grilled wings!

Originally thought to be drowning sorrows in drink, but given the scene, he didn’t seem at all crestfallen!

Angus drank and ate meat while gazing at the moonlight, his gloom partly dissipated.

He had long known He Jinxia had a boyfriend and given up his pursuit, but as a vanquished rival, he couldn’t help being curious about this mysterious man.

The man always wore a mask, never showing his face, ducking and hiding, as Huaxia’s saying goes, what kind of hero is this?!

Angus pursed his lips, a hint of disdain in his eyes, reluctant to admit he was defeated by such a man!

In his subconscious, he came up with multiple reasons—

The masked man might be ugly or scarred and dared not show his face.

Or he might also be a celebrity, of a much lower status than He Jinxia, so he dared not show his face.

Or perhaps his status was higher than He Jinxia’s, eminent, and wore the mask to avoid recognition and unnecessary trouble.

Or maybe He Jinxia liked him, but he felt she wasn’t worthy, hiding behind a mask to remain unknown.

After considering countless reasons, Angus concluded: this man is just spineless! Cowardly! Fearful!

He couldn’t help but nod, feeling much more comforted, for he was much better than the masked man, at least he openly pursued and expressed his feelings.

Yet as the thought struck him, a wave of listlessness also hit.

Exactly why was he inferior to that masked man?

Angus shook his head, mentally adding: perhaps He Jinxia’s taste was rather peculiar.

As he idly mused, he didn’t notice another man had also come up on the deck.

"Is the view here that good?"

A deep and rich male voice sounded, startling Angus.

He turned to look, eyes slightly widening, feeling a moment’s guilt—how did the masked man end up here too?

He blinked, collecting himself after a few seconds, and said, "Indeed, the view here is quite nice."

Sheng Yan came beside Angus, gazing afar; besides the endless black sea, there was nothing else to see.

He said with a hint of insinuation, "Mr. Angus certainly has unique tastes."

Angus sat while the other stood, creating an unequal viewpoint, leaving him feeling overshadowed and uncomfortable.

He stood up, successfully towering half a body over Sheng Yan, finally feeling at ease.

Angus looked at him with a slight challenge, "Really, my taste is always refined, much better than some elusive men!"

Sheng Yan smiled lightly, also looking at him, with chilly eyes, "You really like Jinxia?"

Angus wasn’t afraid, standing a bit straighter, "Of course, doesn’t your Huaxia have a saying, ’A fair lady, a gentleman seeks’?"

Sheng Yan smiled again, his deep gaze sweeping Angus up and down, pausing briefly on a certain part.

Angus was irritated by this gaze and couldn’t help but demand angrily, "Want to compare? You Huaxia people can’t match us!"

Sheng Yan shook his head, leisurely saying, "I never engage in meaningless comparisons, moreover, you just came of age."

Angus: "Even just coming of age is better than you!"

Sheng Yan didn’t want to continue discussing such trivial matters, so he shifted the topic, "Is filming going well?"

Angus snorted coldly, still holding a belly of fire, "Are you minding too much? Also, if you’re a man, have the guts to compete!"

Sheng Yan said blandly, "I have no interest in men."

Angus sullenly said, "Neither do I!"

Sheng Yan glanced at him, "Then please refrain from taking off your pants in front of men."

Angus felt a surge of old blood stuck in his throat but unable to vomit it out, feeling stifled!

This, this... that wasn’t what he meant at all!