10 Clicked

Mo Yifan landed in China and reached the magazine shoot place, without letting even a fly know that he had been out of the country. However, much he hated the politics in the entertainment business, he really was grateful to his company. Their arrangements were always impeccable.

Covered in inconspicuous clothes, he went inside the building that had prepared the set similar to JJ's own villa. He had gotten such elegant pieces from her, he had to thank her in some way.

When he stepped in, everyone first looked at him suspiciously. Did he have silver hair? What about his piercings? Were they the same as that boy whose face had been mosaiced in the videos? It was very interesting that no media house actually released the face of the boy.

Granted that the video was originally released with his face hidden, but no reporter tried obtaining the original thing? When there were so many spectators? This was very suspicious.

Once everyone saw that he really had different hair and number of piercings from that boy in the video, everyone almost heaved a sigh of relief. That girl was not speaking lies after all. The somber atmosphere of the studio suddenly turned into cheerful one. Everyone got busy as they were especially pumped up about this shoot.

"Yaaahhh~ Our superstar is here. Halfway across the world you get in a scandal, how does it feel to be so popular?" the director of the shoot, Tang Liuwei, a thirty something handsome man, teased the star.

Mo Yifan did not react and went ahead to change his clothes. Why should he entertain people's thoughts in return for mockery? He had learnt the lesson long time back. And he had stopped responding to people's comments. It was good for his own peace of mind.

Now, Mo Yifan was famous for not being difficult to the staff throughout the industry. Despite the humongous popularity, he was a humble person to his seniors, and a strict teacher to his juniors. And so, no one really minded his quiet nature. As long as he did not show any symptoms of 'Prince Syndrome'.

When he came out of the dressing room with the first outfit on, everyone had a similar reaction as JJ's house yesterday. Half of the females could be heard swallowing their own saliva. This much hotness could not be curbed even by turning on all the ACs in the studio.

The topic of discussion in the studio was still that girl. And this had started to get on Mo Yifan's nerves right now. He could not shut up the fifty odd people here, just because he was annoyed.

He got his make-up fixed again and started the shoot. They first tried with the set of Victorian Era. They had done a good job in emulating JJ's house as per the instruction from Wang Zibo.

"Yifan, a bit right."

"Look at that side. Good job!"

"Straighten your leg a bit."

After a couple of shots according to what director Tang had told him, it was the free shoot time. This was still the first outfit. "Do whatever you feel like, I will click however I feel like," Tang Liuwei had instructed.

After looking around a bit, Mo Yifan smirked. He opened the top three buttons and a perfectly chiseled chest came out in view. He sat down on the couch, half lying and ran his long slender fingers through his slick hair.

"That bastard, such a sensual picture. This will be his best shot," Tang Liuwei praised. This kid knew what he was good at. A few staff members had to come out, they just could not take it. Now that it was finally peaceful inside, he could continue his shoot without distractions.

The shoot ended successfully within a few hours. Everyone could not stop raving about how professional Mo Yifan was and how no scandal really affected him, because he was always pure and unsullied God of music and entertainment.

Mo Yifan's team was hurrying back to the company.

"Why don't you guys take an off? I am sorry for calling you all on Christmas day. Zibo, arrange meals for everyone and send them presents for new year," Mo Yifan looked at haggard state of his team members and felt sorry for them.

Him and Wang Zibo did not have anything to do apart from work, but these guys had families to tend to. Was that not why they all had come here, to earn those extra bucks?

Wang Zibo coughed. To send meals and gifts for all the 30 odd staff members, this guy was hell bent to put a dent in company's finances.

"Take it out of my personal account," Mo Yifan whispered. Everyone present felt touched and blessed their employer's soul.

"I hope you guys will continue helping me out," he made a slight bow and then for his home directly, with Wang Zibo to rest. It was finally Christmas and they had to celebrate it too. He felt good after doing this 'deed of charity'.

"Don't you think you are being too generous with your staff?" Wang Zibo questioned in the car. Finally, the heat was relaxing the idol star down and he was almost dozing off at the back.

"If your dad can't keep competent people in his company because he is too stingy, I cannot help it. I need people I am accustomed to. He makes them and me work on Christmas, what if they quit tomorrow?" Mo Yifan was not very happy with the management to be honest. They paid peanuts to their staff and overworked them. But then, that was the precedence in this industry all over the world. That's how almost everyone worked.

"What's there in sharing some happiness with them?" his sharp gaze pierced the man driving the car through the rear-view mirror. The man in the front seat was surprised. He never knew this kid, who was always just about writing and producing songs, thought about the people working for him.

They reached his isolated home finally. Manager Wang, although lived elsewhere, decided to keep company to the lonely kid. He had given off to all the servants in the house too. He lit the fireplace which emulated the fire from the logs but was actually just a heater and comfortably poured whiskey for himself and tea for Mo Yifan.

"What's the use when I can't even go outside? I will just go and write a few songs," Mo Yifan sat down on the marble table in the kitchen and put his head in his arms, a melancholy surrounding him. It was true, the one time he dared to go outside, something this big had happened.

Wang Zibo adjusted his glasses listening to the kid's whining. Did this guy even understand how popular he was?

Mo Yifan's thoughts suddenly wandered to that girl again. Her unemphatic eyes, he could not really forget them.

"Any updates on the girl?" he casually asked Zibo, who put down the cup of warm tea for him.

"Last I heard she was expelled from her university," Wang Zibo also nonchalantly replied. He was sure that this interest of Yifan would fade away soon as he would get busy with his own work.

Opposite to the reaction he had expected, Mo Yifan's eyes went wide with shock. "What about her stay in the country then?"

Countless questions ran through his mind. Was she a citizen of the country? Did she not go there on a student visa? Where would she go after that if she was an orphan?

Wang Zibo pinched the space between his eyes in worry. This girl was occupying to much space in Mo Yifan's head. He needed to nip the problem in the bud.

"I will look into it," he just gave a courtesy reply and went back to his whiskey, dearly hoping that the issue would resolve itself and this kid would stop thinking about her.