City B, the closest five-star hotel to Studio City.

Inside a suite, Kang Xi sat on the sofa, his white s.h.i.+rt unb.u.t.toned, revealing not-so-flattering pecs and a very alluring collarbone. He sat there quietly, freshly showered, his hair wet, a little curly and messy. The contours of his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips, his jaw, his neck, and his throat knot made for a beautiful profile that made people want to cry.

His pretty fingertips were interlaced resting on his chest and his face was cloudy as he sat there thinking. 

The moment Geng b.u.mei stepped into the room, Kang Xi instantly raised his head, his gaze sharp, “What did An Hui say?”

Geng b.u.mei drank a bit of mineral water and said, "She said that she didn't know the girl either. She is a street performer. Thinking that her martial arts were good, she paid her some money to teach herself martial arts.”

"Street performer! I couldn't tell!"

He wouldn't believe a word of it if she couldn't match an Olympic judo champion with that sharp over-the-shoulder drop.

Geng b.u.mei didn't believe it either, so he just zipped his mouth and said nothing more.

“That's what she said, I tried everything. I even told her as you've directed that as long as she tells the truth, you'd let her be the heroine of the play. But she still insisted that the woman was a street performer!"

The more Kang Xi listened, the tighter his jaws stretched.

"I say Your Majesty, let's just leave this matter at that. You're perfectly fine and I don't think that girl meant it either, don't get into trouble with people.”

Although that fall may be the most humiliating event in Kang Xi's life, things have happened and that girl has slipped away. So, there's no need to call the police.

Kang Xi's eyes glistened in displeasure.

“You, useless, incompetent, sc.u.m!”

Every word was a knife, poking Geng b.u.mei so hard he thought he'd die even without bleeding. As for belittling him like that, it's not like he would let other girls bully him.

After so many years together, Geng b.u.mei thought that the only thing that could rouse Kang Xi's temper was when he was disturbed from his sleep. At other times, as long as it didn't touch his bottom line, he would have shrugged it off. At most he'd occasionally hurtle curses, but he has never seen him this b.u.mmed out, like a leopard with his tail trampled, wanting to scratch anyone in sight with his paws.

Kang Xi grabbed his phone, looked up his phone book, scrolled down for a person's name, and pressed the call b.u.t.ton.

The phone call crossed the channel and reached Hong Kong.

Someone, who was drunk the night before and was slightly intoxicated, was disturbed by the vibrations of his phone so he had to pick it up and brought it to his ear.

"h.e.l.lo?" Standard Cantonese.

“Ji Xiaolan!” Kang Xi bit sternly.

“What Ji Xiaolan, my name is Ji Xiao Nan, the computer Ji, the filial Xiao, and the southern Nan, straighten your tongue before you speak.”

Kang Xi ignored his correction, “I want you to do something for me.”

Ji Xiaonan was sleeping a bit dazedly, but listening to the rude person on the phone, he grunted coldly, “On what grounds?”

Five words coldly popped out from between Kang Xi's teeth, “Because, I, am, Kang, Xi!”

Ji Xiaonan seemed stuck for half a day, before he jolted up in an instant, leapt up from the bed, carefully held the phone away from his ear, and looked at the caller ID on the screen.

It wasn't Kang Xi or His Majesty, but Lord——Voldemort—Voldemort.