Mo Yifan, who was again lost into space, heard the banter between the boss and his manager and looked at Wang Zibo in confusion. What happened?
After listening to the whole thing, Wang Zibo put his phone down in a pensive state.
"It happened! I had told you it was a wrong idea. It is just Christmas, alright? We could have gone out some other time. Apparently, someone uploaded the whole video to web," Wang Zibo massaged his forehead. He had to clean up another mess now.
"What! Whole video? Was that girl impacted in any way?" Mo Yifan got really concerned for a second.
"You still have gall to ask about the girl, you brat? Let me monitor the situation first!" Wang Zibo was angry too. Why would this guy ask after the girl rather than his own chaotic situation?
"The girl claimed to have the handsome man as her boyfriend. She could speak English and Chinese fluently, but our experts claim that from her facial features she does not belong to any of the countries at all. We tried reaching to Mo Yifan's agency but got no response. The hunt for the girl is still going on," the news reporter announced.
"The articles say that you being as handsome as yourself, and being a Chinese, you could just debut as second Yifan. Bahaha, ridiculous people. They don't understand it is you," Wang Zibo was always amused by the media. They could come up with any bullshit. They had blurred Yifan's face and their only target currently was the girl.
"But, that girl. She is in a tough situation because of me. Can we help?" Mo Yifan frowned, he was feeling really guilty.
"It was her fault for meddling. If I had caught you, we could have taken care of the situation ourselves." Wang Zibo was not impressed at all. That girl was an unnecessary baggage. Now if they had to solve her problem too, it would be such a headache.
"You… you are correct," Mo Yifan was also not a saint. He had his career to save and image to maintain. It was that girl's bad luck that she ran into him. And then decided to help him out.
"Let's head back then," he instructed.
The next day, the small issue had really exploded. Especially during the holidays, when people did not have much going except the year end singing and dancing programs, this was a full blown entertainment to everyone.
Everyone was dying to know the identity of the girl who had a boyfriend as handsome as Mo Yifan. No one was questioning the boy in the video because the face was never revealed. It was also a PR control from Mo Yifan's agency.
When the guy woke up in the morning, the first thing he did was check the news. The dog like media people had ended up sniffing the girl out.
"Zibo, this is a problem. She is just an orphan student, here on a scholarship. Now they have reached her door and are asking her to connect with her boyfriend. We should help her!" Yifan ran up to his manager and checked the status with him.
"Yifan, it does not matter. We need to catch our flight," Zibo was packing the idol��s belongings while keeping abreast with the news on the side. He had already heard it all. As long as it did not affect Mo Yifan, everything was under control.
"Listen to me okay? This will remain till the holiday season. People are finding more interest in this because they don't have anything else to do right now. It will go back to normal. Let's not mess up the schedule for an unknow girl, okay?" Wang Zibo pleaded with the guy to forget about it and move on.
Ugh, why was it so hard to deal with stubborn teenagers? He was too old to be dealing with this. (Author's note: You are just 28 years old, you frickin old man.)
"Change the schedule. We will go directly from JJ's to airport and from there directly to magazine shoot. I need to meet that girl," Mo Yifan gave the ultimatum and left to get ready. He did not have tie to argue with the manager. He needed to at least apologize.
"Wait…," but who did the mighty Mo Yifan every listen to? Wang Zibo ruffled his hair in frustration. If they went to meet her, it would be suicide. If media does end up finding out that he really was Mo Yifan, then everything would come crashing down.
"Boss, he is not listening," Wang Zibo had no choice but to call his boss and dad Wang Zenghao. Wang Zenghao was also the president of the famous WhirlWind Entertainment and producer of many famous acts in the Chinese entertainment industry. Now-a-days, he was personally managing Mo Yifan as the executive producer.
"Good," Wang Zenghao said only one word from the phone and cut the call.
"Dad???" Wang Zibo tried calling again but no response. What did he mean by good? Was that an angry good or was he really appreciating Yifan's stupid move? He threw away his phone in rage. These guys could do whatever they wanted.