Chapter 43: The Takeover and the Truth

Leaf Media and UK weren’t even companies on the same food chain. It couldn’t be called an acquisition—more like a polite inquiry: “Will you be acquired by us directly, or will you resist first and then be acquired by us?”

Liu Pangpang’s voice carried immense anxiety and sorrow. “Hey, it happened too fast. Fu Mu is cursing them out. UK’s stance is that if Leaf Media agrees to the acquisition, they’ll directly buy over fifty percent of the shares. If not…”

“If not, what will UK do?” Su Xuan asked.

“If not, they’ll find a way to acquire it anyway.” Liu Pangpang’s head ached just thinking about it. “There are still scattered shares on the market. For a company as big as UK, crushing Leaf Media is easy.”

Su Xuan: “What about the shareholders’ opinions?”

“Chairman Wang and his people agree; Fu Mu and his side disagree. They’re having a war of words.” Liu Pangpang sighed. “Fu Mu holds shares. He’s a small shareholder, but he still disagrees with the acquisition.”

Su Xuan found it a bit amusing. “What use is his meager opposition?”

Liu Pangpang let out a long, long breath. His tone was incredibly complex. “…Fu Mu said that if the company is sold to UK, he’ll terminate his contract and leave. He’ll bear the penalty himself… He told me you’ve only been famous for a while…” Liu Pangpang’s voice paused. “Not as long as he has. Too fragile. If you fall into UK’s hands, you’ll be ruined, suffer enough flesh-and-blood pain, and never get up again.”

Su Xuan was stunned. That was exactly what he had said about Fu Mu back at the negotiation table.

Fu Mu slammed his hands on the table with a vicious “smack!” and roared in rebuttal: “I disagree!!”

Across from Fu Mu stood a thin, middle-aged man. His expression seemed benevolent, but there was something indescribably odd about his features—he looked like a snake that had taken human form, with pupils so narrow they made one uncomfortable. The man took a drag of his cigarette, his voice a sharp, smoky rasp, each exhale carrying a hissing leak that made one’s scalp crawl.

He lightly lifted his eyelids, blew out a puff of smoke, and smiled. “Fu Mu, you’re doing well, huh? Now you dare to argue with me in a board meeting? I was the boss who brought your group in the beginning. Fu Mu, this isn’t very nice of you, is it?”

Chairman Wang nodded and bowed. “Mr. Liu Mengke, it’s been a while! We relied on you back then with the [New Star] group.”

Liu Mengke smirked again, his long, narrow mouth splitting into a grin. “I’ve got a good eye for people. Back in the group, I focused on three: Shen Chao became famous, and Su Xuan became famous too.” He glanced at Fu Mu with slight regret. “As for Fu Mu… he looks mediocre now. Maybe he hasn’t found the right path. His face isn’t as pleasant as the real deal.”

Fu Mu’s pupils contracted, and his eyes instantly filled with red. He slowed his breathing and stared at Liu Mengke—the man who had led the [New Star] group and was now one of UK’s resident directors at Leaf Media, laughing and chatting with others.

Fu Mu’s hands clenched into fists, knuckles cracking. He let his anger surge up before forcing it down.

Fu Mu took a deep breath, swallowed a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, and spoke again with aggression: “I’ll say it again. First, I disagree with the acquisition. Second, I also disagree with Liu Mengke’s star-making plan centered on Su Xuan.”

Su Xuan suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. He smiled at everyone. “Hello everyone, I’m late.”

Su Xuan’s abrupt entrance interrupted Fu Mu and Liu Mengke’s confrontation. As if oblivious, Su Xuan smiled and walked in, sat down in a chair, clasped his hands on the table, and rested his chin on his fingertips. He asked with a smile, “May I ask the big bosses of UK, what business do you have at our company?”

Su Xuan was also a shareholder, but his demeanor was far too composed, as if he were the big boss deciding Leaf Media’s fate. Chairman Wang was momentarily stunned and said nothing.

Liu Mengke withdrew his gaze from Fu Mu, stood up, and shook Su Xuan’s hand. “Long time no see, Su Xuan. Your recent work is excellent. UK would very much like to have an artist like you. We were just discussing the acquisition of Leaf Media…”

Fu Mu’s temples bulged with veins. “f*ck your acquisition!”

Su Xuan exchanged a glance with Liu Pangpang, who forcefully dragged Fu Mu out. Before leaving, Fu Mu and Su Xuan locked eyes. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he only brushed past Su Xuan with a cold face. In that fleeting moment, Su Xuan whispered, “I’ll be fine. Don’t act rashly, don’t hit anyone.”

Fu Mu’s fists tightened. He turned away from Su Xuan, his eyes reddening, and let out a sneer before leaving.

After Fu Mu walked out, Su Xuan spread his hands and said sincerely, “President Liu, as one of Leaf Media’s biggest cash cows and a shareholder, I strongly oppose this plan. I really like this place where I’ve spent so long. If Chairman Wang insists on selling, I’ll terminate my contract with Leaf Media.”

Su Xuan had no attachment to Leaf Media, but Liu Pangpang did. One didn’t dare leave, the other had too many roots here—leaving would be a major upheaval. They could find another company, but then what? In this circle, the more you climbed, the more you couldn’t escape the unspoken rules set by this behemoth. You were always under its thumb.

Liu Mengke’s expression shifted. “Su Xuan, just stay with President Liu. Selling Leaf Media doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal.”

Su Xuan smiled. “No, I want to terminate. I don’t like—”

Chairman Wang finally understood: Su Xuan was threatening them not to sell to UK. Liu Mengke stared menacingly at Chairman Wang’s back. Wang Changhai hurriedly said, “But Su Xuan, if you terminate, you’ll have to pay a huge penalty!”

Su Xuan nodded. “I’ll pay. I can afford it now. Also, Boss Wang, remember to give me the endorsement fees Leaf Media has withheld.”

Wang Changhai broke into a cold sweat. They had already spent Su Xuan’s endorsement fees. More importantly—Wang Changhai looked at Liu Mengke. UK was clearly acquiring the company for Su Xuan. If Su Xuan left, UK wouldn’t give Leaf Media a second glance.

Just like back when they acquired the company for Shen Chao.

But here was the precedent: Shen Chao had terminated and run off. UK had privately approached Su Xuan twice, but he didn’t seem interested in jumping ship, so UK resorted to acquisition.

Liu Mengke narrowed his eyes. “That won’t do.”

Liu Mengke wasn’t here to buy the company.

He was here to buy Su Xuan.

If selling the company meant Su Xuan would terminate, then they wouldn’t buy Leaf Media at all. UK had seen Su Xuan’s money-making potential and hoped to take him over by purchasing the company.

The group sat around the negotiation table in silence. But Wang Changhai had already wiped his forehead with several tissues. He dared not meet Su Xuan’s smiling gaze.

This was a trap set for Su Xuan.

Su Xuan spoke calmly. “I don’t accept the acquisition.”

Liu Mengke suddenly laughed. “Fine, we won’t acquire directly. We’ll inject capital and buy shares—forty-nine percent. Deal?”

Fifty percent was absolute control. UK had backed down. Su Xuan frowned. He knew UK wasn’t likely to retreat further.

This was as far as they could negotiate for now.

UK acted with decisive force. They had Su Xuan and Wang Changhai sign on the spot. After signing, Wang Changhai collapsed into his chair, soaked in sweat.

Liu Mengke looked at the signed agreement, seemingly not entirely pleased, but he became more conversational. He handed the signed documents to an assistant.

Leaning back in his chair, Liu Mengke looked at Su Xuan with interest. “Little Su, three years ago, I had the highest hopes for you. Three years later, you’ve lived up to my expectations. The other two—Shen Chao, sure, he’s flying high now, but I reckon he won’t win awards. Once we make you a star, you’ll be far better than him.”

Su Xuan’s expression cooled.

Liu Mengke continued, “I came mainly because I think, Su Xuan, you have much more potential than Shen Chao. UK really likes you and wants to push you up to compete with him. You two are now a CP; there’s plenty to work with behind the scenes. Our side will find ways to help you…”

“No need.” Su Xuan refused flatly. “If I ever become more famous than Shen Chao because of your interference, I’d rather quit the industry.”

Liu Mengke paused, then laughed enigmatically. “You’re not the first we’ve tried to prop up against Shen Chao.”

“There was also Fu Mu. Ah, I kind of regret persuading him to get plastic surgery. Not everyone in the world is Shen Chao.”

Liu Mengke took a drag of his cigarette, flicked the ash casually on the table, and coughed. “Su Xuan, if those two hadn’t blocked your path, I’d have signed you straight to UK three years ago.”

Su Xuan’s head shot up, staring intently at Liu Mengke, who was smoking rings with a smile.

Liu Mengke said, “At the time, UK wanted to sign one of you three as an ‘All-New Star’ and train you at our headquarters. Then Shen Chao terminated and left, ruining the plan. After he left, I still wanted to sign you. But Fu Mu came to me privately and said he wanted fame more than you. I appreciated that spirit, so I signed him. Back then, Shen Chao’s look was popular. I thought Fu Mu’s appearance was lacking, so I had him get surgery. I told him if he did, I’d consider him for the ‘All-New Star’.”

Liu Mengke stubbed out his cigarette. “But some people, even if they throw away their face, still can’t become famous.”

“Maybe they’ve suffered enough flesh-and-blood pain but still can’t become shining stars like you and Shen Chao.” Liu Mengke clicked his tongue regretfully. “Too bad. He sings well, just lacks luck.”

With that, Liu Mengke and Chairman Wang headed to the upstairs office, chatting and laughing.

When Su Xuan walked out of the meeting room, his mind was blank. He drifted as he walked, stumbling several times, his thoughts a mess.

The sudden truth hit Su Xuan like swallowing a scalpel that slashed through his face, sending a bloody taste from his throat to his heart.

[I hate people who get ahead through connections.] — Fu Mu often said that.

So what the hell was he doing?!

Liu Pangpang and Fu Mu were waiting at the door. When Liu Pangpang saw Su Xuan come out like that, his face went pale. He grabbed Su Xuan’s hand in panic. “How did it go?”

Su Xuan shook his head dazedly. “It didn’t sell.”

Liu Pangpang nearly collapsed in relief. He patted his chest and whispered, “Thank God,” with joyful tears.

But Su Xuan’s expression didn’t improve. He was usually easygoing, but now his face was cold as ice. He grabbed Fu Mu by the collar and dragged him all the way to his own office, ignoring Fu Mu’s struggles. He threw Fu Mu inside and shut Liu Pangpang out.

Su Xuan pinned Fu Mu’s head against the door and demanded angrily, “Why did you get plastic surgery?!”

Su Xuan was a good-tempered person who rarely got angry. Even when he and Fu Mu had argued about the surgery before, he had asked but never resorted to force.

This was the first time Su Xuan had laid hands on someone.

Fu Mu stiffened, then sneered. “Why? To get famous. What else would it be?”

He mimicked Su Xuan’s earlier words with deliberate sarcasm: “I’m a thief who stole Shen Chao’s face just to be famous. Isn’t that what you’ve been calling me?”

Su Xuan ignored that, staring intently at Fu Mu. “What about the ‘All-New Star’ plan?! Liu Mengke said you approached him privately, said you wanted fame more than I did, and signed something. What was that?!”

Fu Mu was silent for a long time, then let out a bitter laugh, his eyes reddening. “What, you think I not only stole Shen Chao’s face but also stole your chance to get famous?”

Su Xuan frowned. “No…”

But Fu Mu nodded mockingly and yanked Su Xuan’s hand off his collar. He towered over Su Xuan, hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I signed that thing, got surgery, clung to Liu Mengke’s thigh, threw away my face and friends, and got famous. I’m a f*cking bastard, a coward, a whore. That’s what you want to say, right, Su Xuan?”

Su Xuan roared, cutting him off: “If I really thought that, would I have knelt to Wang Changhai and begged him not to fire you for fighting?! Would I have let you suppress me and take all the resources without retaliation until now?! Would I have notified you the moment there was a chance for you to get famous?!”

“Fu Mu!! Are you out of your f*cking mind?! Do you think I stayed at Star Culture and didn’t go with Shen Chao because of who?! Can’t you see?!”

Su Xuan’s shouts left Fu Mu rooted to the spot.

Su Xuan’s eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. He looked at Fu Mu with a mixture of hatred and disappointment, as if he wanted to beat the bastard senseless. “From the day you joined this company, you never called me ‘Bro’ or ‘Senior.’ But I’m so pathetic—I’m your senior, almost your brother. You and I signed with this company together. When we were at our lowest, we couldn’t even afford a bowl of spicy hotpot. You’d sit by the road with your guitar, singing. And damn, you sang so well. So many people gave you money.”

Su Xuan’s tears finally fell, mixed with a smile and heartache. “Then we used that money to eat at Haidilao. You said we’d get famous together—one a god of song, one a movie king.”

Fu Mu and Su Xuan had known each other before signing with Leaf Media. They had been friends for years.

Before joining Leaf, Fu Mu was a rebellious truant, the type who fought the world with his music dreams. His idol was Avril Lavigne, and he loved playing unplugged rock on his guitar. Fu Mu hadn’t looked like this before. He had a tough, delinquent face—narrow single-lidded eyes that seemed to be rolling even when they weren’t. But he was still handsome, the kind who could whistle at girls on the street and make them blush, not call the cops.

Su Xuan had met Fu Mu at an underground bar. A seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy screamed into the mic on stage while the crowd jumped like they were electrocuted. And when Fu Mu said, “I came here at seventeen to sing for you all,” Su Xuan—

—called the police to report the bar for illegally employing a minor.

Fu Mu was furious at the police station. As soon as he got out, he went straight to Su Xuan, demanding he take responsibility for his crushed dream. Su Xuan asked, “Is your dream just to sing in a bar?”

Fu Mu was taken aback. Su Xuan had just signed with a company and was brimming with fresh enthusiasm. He wanted the whole world to debut with him—he was practically a spiritual shareholder of Leaf Media.

Su Xuan talked endlessly, selling the idea: “Young man, I see you have extraordinary talent. You’ll achieve great things. Want me to recommend an agency?”

Fu Mu didn’t agree at first. He almost beat Su Xuan up. But he had no job, no money.

Su Xuan said, “Why don’t you go back? I’ll help you contact your parents.” Fu Mu said he wouldn’t. Su Xuan said, “Then I’ll treat you to spicy hotpot.” But he only had thirty bucks. Fu Mu laughed at him and said, “Wait, I’ll treat you to hotpot.”

So Fu Mu took off his baseball cap, set up his guitar, and sang on the street for an afternoon. After the hotpot, he wiped his mouth and said, “Alright, I’ll follow you and sign with the company.”

Su Xuan and Fu Mu spent four years at Leaf Media.

Su Xuan celebrated Fu Mu’s eighteenth birthday with him. They dealt with Fu Mu’s parents when they showed up. Fu Mu knew Su Xuan had a crush on Shen Chao for over four years. Every time Shen Chao changed girlfriends, Fu Mu would drink with Su Xuan, calling him pathetic but still staying by his side.

Even after their fallout, Su Xuan would secretly buy a thousand digital copies of Fu Mu’s magazine to boost sales. Fu Mu would sing the theme songs of Su Xuan’s dramas with all his might.

Su Xuan slumped against the desk, wiped his eyes, and said, “I wanted Shen Chao to be famous, and I wanted you to be famous too. It hurt so much, you know? After Shen Chao said he was leaving Leaf, I couldn’t reach you for a month. I was frantic. When you came back—”

He took a shaky breath, tears tracing lines down his face. He wiped them clumsily with his elbow. “I… saw his shadow on your face. You told me you had surgery, that you were going to be famous, that you could become the second Shen Chao, that you’d act and stop singing. You asked me to teach you acting. I said your face after surgery would never be able to act. I asked why you did it, why you wanted to act?”

Su Xuan choked up. “Do you remember what you said?”

Fu Mu stared blankly at Su Xuan.

Su Xuan took a few deep breaths. “You said you just wanted to be famous, didn’t want to sing anymore. I slapped you.”

“Then I turned down Shen Chao, who had been waiting for my reply, and stayed at Leaf Media.” Su Xuan wiped his face with a tissue, blew his nose, and sank into the sofa, tilting his head back to exhale. “…I was afraid that if I wasn’t watching you, you’d stray onto some crazy path in this circle. I brought you onto this road. I promised your parents you were just taking a less traveled path, but you’d walk it well, sing well, become a god of song…”

He couldn’t continue. He leaned back in the chair, squeezing his eyes shut. Tears fell from both corners.

Fu Mu suddenly spoke. “I didn’t stray.”

Su Xuan looked up through tear-blurred eyes. Fu Mu’s face was turned away, his eyes also red, fists clenched, jaw tight. His voice was hoarse. “…Liu Mengke is no good, and UK is no good either. But we didn’t know at first. After Shen Chao left, Liu Mengke and his people wanted to create a second Shen Chao to replace him…”

Fu Mu’s chest heaved briefly. He laughed bitterly. “I said I wanted fame more than you did, and I fought like crazy to be chosen. So they chose me…”

“I thought you couldn’t handle it. I thought… it was just surgery. I could tough it out. I didn’t know I’d end up looking like this…” Fu Mu’s tears fell. He turned and glared fiercely at Su Xuan. “I had my face stolen too, Su Xuan. How dare you call me a thief?!”

“You know damn well that I hate Shen Chao’s face more than anyone!”

Su Xuan slowly covered his face and bent over. His voice trembled. “…Fu Mu, I’m sorry.”

Fu Mu was quiet for a moment, then said, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“I’m not some magnanimous person either. I tortured and retaliated against you for a long time.” Fu Mu let out a cold laugh. “So you have nothing to apologize for.”

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “It wasn’t your fault. I tormented you and fought for resources…” He smiled self-deprecatingly. “I was just taking my anger out on you. It’s true that I’d do anything to get famous. You weren’t wrong. Even without you, I’d have ended up looking like Shen Chao.”

“Just maybe not like this—hating this face you like.” Fu Mu said flatly.

Liu Pangpang nervously knocked on the door for nearly half an hour. Finally, Su Xuan opened it. His eyes were swollen like goldfish. Liu Pangpang couldn’t say anything when he saw him like that. He just said dryly, “Liu Mengke and his people said they want to say goodbye to you before leaving.”

Su Xuan walked out. Liu Mengke stood in the hallway. Seeing Su Xuan, he smiled and waved his cigarette. “Su Xuan, I look forward to you becoming the next Shen Chao.”

Su Xuan’s expression was icy. “I won’t become the next Shen Chao. No one will.”

Liu Mengke pointed meaningfully with his finger holding the cigarette. “Su Xuan, you’re wrong. ‘Shen Chao’ is just a position. There are those who successfully replace that position, and those who don’t.”

His lips curled into a clownish smile. “Su Xuan, you will be the one to successfully replace, even destroy Shen Chao. Those who fail are truly pitiful—neither human nor ghost, like that little Shen Chao who’s still clinging to your and Shen Chao’s fame…”

The tears on Su Xuan’s face hadn’t dried. He slowly, slowly raised his head to look at Liu Mengke and said word by word, “He’s not called Little Shen Chao. He has a name.”

Liu Mengke’s face showed a contemptuous smile. “Is his name as famous as the title Little Shen Chao?”

Su Xuan’s face darkened. He suddenly pushed through the crowd, grabbed Liu Mengke by the collar, and dragged him toward the bathroom with a fierce expression.

After Qian Huai and Hua Na’s devilish training, Su Xuan was too fast for anyone to stop. Liu Mengke struggled, but Su Xuan slammed his head onto the bathroom counter without expression. Liu Mengke’s head buzzed, and he went limp, sliding down.

Su Xuan locked the bathroom door. He filled the sink with water, grabbed Liu Mengke by the nape, and lifted him up. Veins bulged from his arm to his neck. He said softly, “President Liu, say that again. Who has no face? Who needs to be replaced? Who is neither human nor ghost? Whose name isn’t famous enough?”

Su Xuan’s tone was gentle, as if asking a question. But Liu Mengke was terrified by the casual violence on Su Xuan’s face, trembling.

Water rushed loudly from the sink, spilling everywhere.

Liu Mengke’s face was barely a centimeter from the water. His head was throbbing from the hit, his legs useless. He opened his mouth, and Su Xuan immediately shoved him into the water-filled basin. Liu Mengke’s hands braced the sink as he struggled comically and violently, trying to pull his head free from Su Xuan’s grip.

Su Xuan’s hands were so tight his veins popped, but he didn’t let go. Expressionless, he counted down: “15, 14, 13… 1.”

After fifteen seconds, Su Xuan pulled Liu Mengke, who was pale as snow, out of the water-filled basin. Liu Mengke coughed and choked, thrashing wildly on the wet floor. Real panic finally showed in his eyes as he screamed, “Help!! Help!!! Su Xuan is trying to kil——”

Su Xuan shoved him back in and calmly counted: “15, 14, 13… 1.”

After fifteen seconds, he lifted Liu Mengke again. Liu Mengke retched, vomiting water over the basin’s edge, and begged, “I was wrong, I was wrong, Su Xuan. I shouldn’t have talked about Shen Chao or Fu Mu. You can’t kill me!!”

Su Xuan looked down, his face splashed with water, appearing somewhat delicate. He said gently, “You won’t die. I’ve timed myself. Fifteen seconds is enough for you to breathe.”

Liu Mengke gasped in terror, but before his retching stopped, Su Xuan shoved him back under.

When a panicked crowd finally forced the door open, they saw Liu Mengke, pupils dilated, barely standing upright with Su Xuan’s support, and Su Xuan standing quietly with a smile on his face, but his gaze made everyone’s scalp crawl.

Su Xuan patted Liu Mengke’s face with a smile. “Do you know what to say?”

Liu Mengke stumbled away, nodding frantically. “Yes, yes!”

He kept falling as he walked, but no one dared to help him up.

Wang Changhai barely dared to breathe. He was completely stunned. Everyone else was too.

Su Xuan calmly wrung the water from his shirt.

Liu Mengke had water all over his mouth. He flinched at Su Xuan’s pat, then bowed repeatedly to Fu Mu. He slipped and fell before steadying himself. “Mr. Fu, I apologize for what I did back then.”

Fu Mu looked at Liu Mengke bowing and scraping, and for a moment, he was dazed.

The very person who had once been the head of his group and could do anything to them was now groveling and apologizing in fear. And Su Xuan had dared to manhandle him like that, yet Liu Mengke didn’t dare say a word.

Fame really was a dividing line. Before you were famous, you were an animal in this circle. After you were famous, you were a god. But either way, you could never be human.

Fu Mu had originally only wanted to be a god like Shen Chao, but he ended up being an animal with Su Xuan for so many years. Now that the animal had become a god, he still didn’t know if he was a god or an animal.

Maybe he just didn’t have that fate. He couldn’t blame anyone.

Fu Mu smiled sardonically. “Get lost, Liu Mengke.”

Liu Pangpang was dumbfounded as he watched the group help Liu Mengke away. He walked nervously to Su Xuan. “Su Xuan, doing this… won’t there be trouble?”

Su Xuan was calm. “No. They still want to use me to counter Shen Chao. I’m more valuable than Liu Mengke. Given my current status, Liu Mengke is just a manager. They won’t do anything.”

At the door, Su Xuan saw Fu Mu leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. Fu Mu raised an eyebrow. “When I hit Shen Chao, I didn’t have that murderous intent. You told me that using violence was wrong, chewed me out like I was a grandson. Now you’re hitting even harder?”

Su Xuan was helpless. “You weren’t in the right when you hit Shen Chao either. He was leaving Leaf Media, and you didn’t say a word before picking a fight?”

Fu Mu sneered. “Su Xuan, you could be a little less blinded by your crush.”

After that retort, they both fell silent.

It had been a long time since they’d spoken like that. Fu Mu had been sarcastic to Su Xuan for ages, and Su Xuan usually avoided the topic.

Fu Mu watched Liu Mengke, stumbling and vomiting as he was helped away. His expression suddenly relaxed. “So, he was fair game?”

Su Xuan turned away and waved his hand. “I’m your senior. It’s my job to teach the scumbags in this circle a lesson. No need to thank me!”

Fu Mu was silent for a long time. Then he suddenly extended a fist toward Su Xuan.

—That was how the teenage Fu Mu liked to greet Su Xuan. Fist bumps.

Su Xuan’s eyes welled up. He also reached out and bumped fists, reciting their slogan: “One movie king.”

Fu Mu said, “One god of song.”

They looked at each other. Su Xuan couldn’t help but laugh. “For all eternity, ruling the world.”

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