Breathless, Li Junan led the way with bags large and small, trailing behind a man hearing a baseball cap and dressed incredibly stylishly. Her arms were about to break, her legs had little strength left, and this man was still endlessly swiping his credit card, piling more stuff onto her.
She had "served" so many celebrities, encountered countless shopaholics, but no one ever shopped as crazily as Xi Moyao.
Perhaps this was a unique way for celebrities to vent their stress, but it sure tortured her...
Three days ago, Li Junan was "honored" to be assigned by the company to accompany a superstar known as the "Asian Little King" and came to this global metropolis - New York, to undergo a month-long special training arranged by the company.
Her job, to be blunt, was basically a nanny-style assistant.
As an excellent celebrity assistant, it seemed appropriate to stop the young superstar, who had gained fame throughout Asia, from his out-of-control credit card swiping.
"Cough," she coughed lightly. Thinking for herself, Li Junan stepped forward and spoke to the surprisingly handsome face under the baseball cap, "Little Xi, let's go back. Look, it seems someone recognizes you."
New York was slightly better. At least Xi Moyao could disguise himself to hit the shopping streets, unlike in Asia, where he would attract a crowd of fans and paparazzi wherever he went, not having his own space at all.
Xi Moyao was very nervous about being recognized. He immediately turned around and walked out of the store.
Li Junan breathed a sigh of relief; this trick always worked the best.
The company took very good care of Xi Moyao, even in New York, where they arranged a private car for him. Once both of them got into the nanny car, Li Junan carefully placed all the stuff in the car and finally freed her hands.
From beginning to end, Xi Moyao remained silent. Underneath the low brim of the baseball cap, a pair of black pupils flashed with a subdued glow, which looked somewhat different from his elegant and perfect image in front of the camera.
The reason why the company arranged his trip to New York this time was to learn jazz and American country music, but also to take care of his exhausted mental state and give him a short break.
"Stop here," suddenly, he spoke, and his voice sounded exceptionally pleasant.
Looking up, Li Junan found a bar under the neon light. She quickly said, "Don't stop, go back to the apartment."
Xie Moya's handsome brows furrowed slightly; he was quite displeased with this new assistant. Unlike his previous assistant, who was notably older, this one was quite young but stubborn, always restricting his freedom.
"Just stop here." His voice raised slightly, Xie Moya's aura was extremely overpowering, just like him on stage, akin to a king high above.
"If you go into those places, I'll immediately call the boss," Li Jun'an spoke as she whipped out her mobile.
Xie Moya's pupils contracted slightly as he snatched her phone, "clack," the flip phone was instantly snapped into two.
"You…” Li Jun'an bit her lip. He was the most high-maintenance and eccentric celebrity she’d encountered. However, her duty was to monitor and care for him.
A silent battle between the two ultimately concluded with a slight victory for Li Jun'an.
Returning to the apartment, Xie Moya faced the full-length mirror, started the music and commenced his dance practice. Li Jun'an was busy in the kitchen, preparing for the nutritious breakfast for the next morning.
This was why she was selected as Xie Moya's assistant by the company. Firstly, she studied nutrition in university, possessing extensive knowledge about traditional Chinese health preservation. Secondly, she followed all company arrangements and wouldn't neglect her duties due to personal relationships with any celebrities.
"Xiaoxi, stop dancing, go take a bath. It's almost time to sleep." It was already past nine in the evening, usually, Li Jun'an would have him lie down in bed by ten.
Hearing this in the room, Xie Moya paused, his face growing even darker.
But this woman was truly annoying, completely restricting his freedom. She was somewhat like his mother.
"I've prepared the water for you. You only have thirty minutes... Ah...” As Li Jun'an was picking up his clothes thrown everywhere, Xie Moya appeared soundlessly behind her, startling her.
"Are you not going to help me bathe?" The exceptionally handsome man standing behind her raised his eyebrow as he asked.
"What?" Li Jun'an thought she had misheard. Not even female celebrities would make such a request, was he out of his mind?
"Don't you manage everything? Then shouldn't you also address a man's needs?" A teasing smile appeared on Xie Moya's lips. He decided to teach her a lesson; otherwise, she'd continue to frustrate him.
Li Jun’an clutched at his clothes, staring blankly, his complexion going sour as he frowned, "Xiao Xi, watch out for your…"
Before he could even finish his sentence, Xi Moyao carried him sideways, striding briskly towards the bathroom, “How about a mandarin duck bath?”
"Xi Moyao, let go!" Li Jun'an was genuinely scared. In the two years as an assistant, he'd encountered all kinds of people, but never such a rogue.
Xi Moyao didn't seem like a desperate man... What the heck, what was going on with him today?
Although they had only officially met for three days, he didn't seem like those stars who frequented nightclubs from regular observation. The only way he released pressure was through shopping, not flirting.
"Don’t want to give it to me? I remember you are also one of my fans, aren't you? You've stuck my photos in your wallet." His voice was very appealing, exuding an aura of elegance.
"Let go! I'll tell the company that you are... you are being rude to me." Li Jun’an was very nervous. He admitted that he had once been stunned by this man's appearance when Xi Moyao first started out, but after getting in touch with celebrities, he had no thought of being a fan anymore. These people were just products under the spotlight. They were the same as ordinary people in private, and many even less upright than most individuals.
“Don’t use the company to threaten me anymore!” Xi Moyao had already lost his temper. Either she should obey him from now on, or she should leave the company forever.
"Splash", water splashed all over the bathtub as Li Jun'an was thrown in. She choked on several mouthfuls of water without any preparation and finally managed to stand up with the edge of the tub.
"Xi Moyao... you... cough... cough..." Li Jun'an really wanted to go back to her country. Serving a capricious superstar like this, she didn't think she was up for it.
Locking the bathroom door to prevent her escaping, Xi Moyao had been wanting to blow up after being constrained by her these three days.
"Many women go crazy over me, don't know how much they want to be treated like this." Gently removing his shirt and revealing the well-built upper body due to regular exercise, Xi Moyao watched her fear-stricken expression with a cold eye and couldn't help but sneer, this woman was more dramatic than himself. She must be desperate, right?
No, no, for Li Jun'an, she has already found the love of her life and certainly didn't want any such tragedy to happen.
"No… Don't take it off!" Seeing him undress his pants, she quickly turned her face away, suppressing the urge to scream, "Xi Moyao, if you dare to mess around, I'll report to the company. No... I'll expose to the media, think carefully about your career..."
Xi Moyao was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect her to threaten him using his career.
"You don't want to see tomorrow's newspaper headline featuring 'Pop King Rapes Female Assistant', do you?" Sensing that he wasn't making any further moves, Li Junan hurriedly added.
"Are you threatening me?" Suddenly, a warm breath and tickling sensation brushed against Li Junan's ear. Trying to evade, she found her face firmly held by Xi Moyao.
"I'm not...If you dare to do it, you have to face the consequences..." Li Junan said, her eyes shut and voice trembling.
Oh my God, why did the company assign her to someone like this? How did she not realize earlier that this pop idol was a pervert?
Xi Moyao scrutinized the woman's face before him. It was the first time he gave her a serious look. The woman was rather plain, but what really struck him was the fact that she was the first woman he'd met in years who wore no makeup at all.
All the actresses he'd worked with and the women he'd met, they all wore heavy makeup. Surrounded by glamorous beauties all the time, he didn't find Li Junan particularly interesting.
However, unmade-up skin carried a special fragrance that didn't resemble makeup at all. It gave off a scent reminiscent of some flower, blooming under the starry night sky.
Furthermore, since she studied wellness and nutrition, her own health was well taken care of by herself. Her healthy, delicate, and blushing skin radiated beauty from the inside out.
Xi Moyao, a man who was accustomed to demonstrating his feelings through his actions, pressed his thin lips wickedly against her cream-colored skin.
"Slap!" Unable to tolerate it anymore, Li Junan finally strung up her hand and slapped fiercely across his handsome face.
