Chapter 009: The Three-Year Promise

Stepping out of Lotus Television Station, Le Xiaotian let out a long sigh, his mind replaying the facts he had just confirmed. After investigation, it was clear that tonight’s disruption was entirely orchestrated by Blue Cang Television Station.

He had only recently bought a house and moved in with Su Yun, their relationship showing signs of deepening. But now, Blue Cang had shattered that happiness.

He declined the station leader’s offer of a chauffeur, didn’t hail a taxi, and simply walked slowly along the busy street, watching the traffic flow by. By the time he returned home, it was already eleven o’clock.

Seeing Su Yun in her pajamas, worry flickering in her eyes, Le Xiaotian couldn’t help but feel melancholy.

After closing the door, he said absent-mindedly, “I want to do sit-ups. Help me hold my legs.”

Sensing something was amiss, though she couldn’t say why, Su Yun agreed to his request.

Sitting on his legs, she intended to ask what had happened—tonight’s live broadcast had caused a stir online, yet he said nothing. Even now, with her sitting atop him, he made no playful remarks, only performing sit-up after sit-up.

His breathing grew heavier, his movements faster, beads of sweat covering his resolute face.

Eventually, Le Xiaotian finished his workout. “Pour me a glass of water,” he said.

He rose from the floor and lay back on the sofa to rest. After drinking a few glasses, he finally spoke, “Su Yun, you should go home early tomorrow morning.”

Su Yun, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, was stunned. Why should she go home?

He wanted to pull her into his arms, but his outstretched hand faltered and withdrew.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to explain. “Tonight’s trouble was all the handiwork of Blue Cang Television Station in the capital. I’m going to fight back. But I don’t want to involve you.”

Relieved, Su Yun smiled. “I’m not afraid of getting caught up in it. Besides, what could happen?”

Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled and gazed at his beloved, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. “Tonight was just a small broadcast, yet they resorted to such despicable tactics. Now that I’ve decided to bring Blue Cang down completely, I can hardly believe they won’t retaliate desperately when cornered.”

What? Bring down Blue Cang Television Station?!

Blue Cang was a formidable organization, backed by powerful stakeholders—all prominent figures from the capital. Their broadcasting lineup alone included 168 channels, not to mention their live shows and countless variety programs, which were their main focus.

If Xiaotian truly intended to destroy Blue Cang, it would shake the entire nation.

Thinking this, Su Yun leaned into his embrace, her dark eyes unwavering. “Xiaotian, I’m a ninth-rank dancer. Even if they use underhanded methods, I’ll be fine.”

Though their relationship had progressed rapidly in these past days, it had only reached the level of occasional gentle teasing. Loving embraces, like this one, were rare, and Le Xiaotian had no ulterior motives now.

Brushing aside the hair from Su Yun’s forehead, he mused that human plans ultimately pale before fate. “Su Yun, you’re good at fighting, but you’re not ruthless. They may resort to weapons.”

He stubbed out the cigarette and continued, “Only when you’re safe can I focus on my counterattack.”

He wanted to urge her to give up, to be patient, to endure. But Su Yun said nothing.

Le Xiaotian had changed—since those days ago, he had grown talented and, above all, courageous. Once a minor figure, now the world was his stage.

It wasn’t just music; he would venture into dance, literature, film, and more—because his talent was boundless.

Having pierced the veil of intimacy and moved in together, she had been waiting for the right moment to surrender herself, imagining a gentle progression. But fate had shifted in an instant.

Before they could experience sweetness, they faced separation. The pace was swifter than any big city’s rush.

Her eyes brimmed with tears. Resolute, Su Yun decided to give herself wholly to Le Xiaotian.

But he stopped her from removing her pajamas, feeling that he was even more principled than the legendary Liu Xia Hui. “Su Yun, I don’t yet have the strength to make a nation fear me. Much as I want you, I cannot now.”

Watching her tears fall, Le Xiaotian’s heart ached. He decided to give her hope. “If you’re willing to wait, a year from now, at the All-Star Extreme Challenge, I will fight for the world championship. If something happens to me, you should find someone else to marry.”

After deciding to confront Blue Cang, he’d considered sending Su Yun abroad for safety.

After all, the All-Star Extreme Challenge was the true battleground, the perfect place to accumulate renown and influence.

But how could he bear to leave her alone in a foreign land? The best option was for her to return home.

With a year until the competition and two years of events, they would be apart for three years.

If he managed his affairs well and swept across various fields, his influence would soar. Perhaps he wouldn’t need three years to become world-famous and bring Su Yun to his side.

Listening to him, Su Yun couldn’t help but weep aloud. “I’ll wait for you. Didn’t you say you’d marry me? I’m already your wife. Let’s consummate our marriage tonight. Whatever you say, I’ll do.”

Holding Su Yun, Le Xiaotian sighed, his nose tingling with emotion.

He wasn’t given to sentimentality, usually annoyed by couples flaunting their love, but now, he couldn’t help himself.

After all, he had no choice. The system had granted him extraordinary abilities, allowing him to dominate the arts at will.

But his opponents weren’t mere celebrities—they were countless stars across fields.

He had no time to lay low; he had to astonish the world with thunderous force, or his future would be bleak.

To avoid being studied or vanishing without a trace, he needed overwhelming power—connections, finances, everything—to quickly establish himself in the world.

After who knows how long, once Su Yun’s emotions settled, she sniffled, “Husband, you smell sweaty. Let your wife wash you clean.”

Now that the decision was made, Le Xiaotian was not one for indecision. He smiled, “Let me do it myself. When I have the power to bring you to my side, I’ll let you wash me every day.”

Her cheeks flushed as Su Yun pouted, “Even now, you’re teasing me?”

She then spoke plaintively, “Husband, is there really no room for negotiation? I don’t want to leave you. I can handle whatever may come—you don’t need to worry about me.”

Le Xiaotian replied seriously, “I have my reasons for doing this, but I can’t tell you yet. Rest assured, I’ll do everything to improve myself. A brief separation is only for a better reunion.”

He spoke truly, but three years apart, with no contact for safety, was a long time—longer than centuries for their current relationship.

The thought overwhelmed Su Yun. Why should it be this way? Should she reveal her true identity?

Tonight was destined to be a night of sorrow.

At six thirty in the morning, Le Xiaotian took Su Yun to the airport.

Seeing her reddened eyes, he spoke no final words, only gave her a loving embrace.

When her plane vanished into the sky, he turned and nearly shouted through gritted teeth, “Blue Cang, you’ve forced me to part from my beloved. Are you ready for Brother Xiaotian’s wrath? I am furious!”