Entertainment Industry Limited Time Open - Chapter 15:

Tong Liyue initially thought Ren Yuheng’s words, “I will use my own way,”

would be a form of forceful coercion.

But to his surprise, Ren Yuheng actually honored his word and

did not actively communicate with him in the following days.

During every group activity, he maintained only the necessary

basic interaction, and did not deliberately create “business CP”

moments even on shows.

Tong Liyue’s originally tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He even managed to sleep in the van until he was woken up

by his manager upon arriving at the performance venue.

Everything seemed fine, at least, on the surface.

Xiaoyue, where are you going? Jiang Linzhao looked at

Tong Liyue, who was holding his performance outfit, in confusion.

To change. Tong Liyue answered naturally, but in the next second,

realized he had said something difficult to explain.

Change clothes?

But the changing area for all members was right here.

Why would he need to go anywhere else?

Shen Yiran heard this and leaned over, Dont we all change together?

Why are you going elsewhere?

Tong Liyue’s fingers tightened slightly, instinctively trying to find an excuse.

His gaze unconsciously drifted toward Ren Yuheng,

who was sitting in the corner, looking down at his phone.

But before he could clearly see the other’s expression,

he quickly pulled his eyes back, forcing out a stiff smile,

I just need to see the manager for something.

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately quickened his pace,

fleeing the waiting room as if escaping.

Shen Yiran and Jiang Linzhao exchanged a bewildered look,

while Ren Yuheng, who had remained silent, quietly curled his lips,

his faint smile hiding a deeper meaning.

Of course, he knew the reason for Tong Liyue’s abnormality.

Tong Liyue found an empty changing room. After confirming no one was around,

he quickly locked the door, slowly let out a breath,

and unhurriedly took off his clothes.

Bastard…

In the mirror, Tong Liyue’s body was covered in excessively ambiguous hickeys.

It wasnt just one spot, but scattered in various corners,

along his collarbone, side waist, shoulder blades, and even his lower abdomen.

Some were still light pink, while others had already turned a noticeable purple.

Even more shocking were the obvious bite marks.

They ruthlessly circled the two sensitive points on his chest,

as well as extremely sensitive areas like his waist and below his ribs.

They were so deep they seemed less like an impulsive moment

of passion and more like a form of marking and proclamation.

Ren Yuheng, are you a dog? Tong Liyue frowned, muttering

with a hint of grievance, Why on earth did you bite me…

He raised his hand to cover his distinct collarbone,

where amidst the clear skin, a particularly deep hickey was visible,

much more conspicuous than the other marks.

Tong Liyue noticed it was not only surprisingly noticeable,

but gently pressing it with his finger still caused a slight stinging sensation.

He was drunk that night and couldnt recall how

Ren Yuheng left these marks, nor what he exactly did to him to end up looking like this.

That scoundrel. Tong Liyue cursed under his breath,

his eyes filled with annoyance and embarrassment.

No one could solve this for him. He could only bite the bullet and

change into his performance outfit, meticulously checking

to ensure no marks were exposed, before finally feeling

a little relieved and taking his clothes back.

When Tong Liyue returned, Ren Yuheng’s gaze quietly fell upon him.

His eyes were deep, carrying a well-hidden probe and focus,

as if searching for something.

It wasnt until he was sure that Tong Liyue’s outfit perfectly concealed those marks,

with not a single trace exposed, that he slowly retracted his gaze,

and the curve of his lips gradually disappeared.

That night, he used his remaining rationality to carefully

avoid positions that might be discovered.

But when he truly saw Tong Liyue hiding everything seamlessly,

a trace of inexplicable displeasure surfaced in his heart.

Tong Liyue was always skilled at controlling the stage.

Whether it was his gaze, movements, or atmosphere control,

he always knew how to make the fans below go crazy for him.

This performance was no exception.

X-One stood at the center of the stage, the lights were dazzling,

the music was powerful, and the audience was packed with

fans waving lightsticks. Enthusiastic cheers rose and fell,

and the air was filled with a fervent excitement.

Xiaoyue! Your big sisters love you—!!

A particularly loud voice cut through the crowd,

strained with desperate effort and excitement, almost cracking their throat.

Tong Liyue, standing in the center, executed a neat turn on that beat,

accurately capturing the direction of the voice.

His lips curled slightly, revealing a just-right smile.

Then, in a flash, he tilted his head and gently winked in that direction,

his eyes gentle yet subtly teasing.

The audience instantly erupted in thunderous cheers.

The fans reaction almost lifted the roof off the venue.

This was Tong Liyue’s charm.

A single glance, a tiny gesture, could stir up huge waves.

His every move seemed precisely calculated, yet never felt deliberate,

always easily striking the heart.

The atmosphere was completely ignited, and the performance

reached the close-up interaction dance segment the fans most anticipated.

The music beat was strong, and the members dance moves were full of tension.

At the moment the rhythm changed, Tong Liyue suddenly moved closer to Ren Yuheng.

Under the brilliant lights, his bright peach blossom eyes slightly lifted,

his gaze ambiguous, a captivating smile hanging on his lips, carrying a seductive intent.

In that instant, Ren Yuheng’s heartbeat slightly paused.

But the most exciting part was yet to come.

Tong Liyue’s finger suddenly lifted, with an elusive force,

slowly sliding down Ren Yuheng’s neck. His thumb brushed

past the slightly open collar of his shirt, gently touching his collarbone,

and then leisurely moved away.

This action was small, but extremely lethal.

Ren Yuheng’s calm pupils contracted, his breathing instantly disrupted.

The entire venue’s screams almost drowned out the background music.

Fans lightsticks waved wildly.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! What kind of illegal interaction is this!

Tong Liyue! You little fox!

HengYue is real, right?! If this isnt real, Ill stand on my head and wash my hair!

Ren Yuheng maintained a composed smile, showing no signs of abnormality,

but only he knew the intense impact Tong Liyue’s recent teasing had.

A subtle sensation of the other’s fingertip brushing lingered on his neck,

like a warm electric current seeping from his skin into his bl00d,

tingling enough to make his scalp tighten.

This was the exact same song, the exact same stage interaction,

so why did Tong Liyue always give him a different kind

of heart-fluttering feeling every time?

Ren Yuheng’s deep gaze quietly fell on Tong Liyue,

and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

This person was doing it again.

He said he needed to cool down, but now he was provoking him on stage?

But what made it most unbearable was…

His eyes involuntarily fell on Tong Liyue’s exquisite stage outfit,

beneath which were the hickeys and bite marks he had left.

The thought of this made Ren Yuheng’s eyes dim slightly.

He suddenly felt he wasnt so satisfied with those hidden marks anymore.

His fingers slightly tightened. That sliver of resentment and

possessiveness in his heart was ignited once more.

The music on stage continued to powerfully reverberate.

The melody progressed to the chorus, and the camera focus shifted to Qiao Zhiqin.

In this choreography section, Ren Yuheng and

Tong Liyue needed to stand at the less prominent back,

shoulder-to-shoulder, posing in a close-up freeze frame.

However, Ren Yuheng, who never made mistakes, was subtly a beat slower this time.

His movement was slightly delayed, causing his shoulder to press closer to Tong Liyue.

The spotlight was not on them, so this subtle anomaly was only keenly noticed by Tong Liyue.

He was stunned for a moment, instinctively turning his head

to look at the person beside him, a hint of doubt arising in his heart.

Was it because he spoke too heartlessly, affecting Ren Yuheng’s state,

making him feel uncomfortable sharing the stage with him?

Just as a hint of guilt arose, the next second, a slight touch suddenly grazed his collarbone.

Ren Yuheng’s hand, resting on his shoulder, seemed to move inadvertently.

His fingertip lightly pressed Tong Liyue’s collarbone.

It was neither too light nor too heavy, leaving just the right amount of pressure.

Tong Liyue’s body instantly stiffened. His eyelashes fluttered,

and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

That spot was precisely where Ren Yuheng left the deepest hickey that night,

hitting it accurately and perfectly.

Tong Liyue’s breath suddenly caught, his heart rate unconsciously quickened.

The blurry memory of that night and the tingling sensation

that permeated his bones were completely reawakened without any defense.

The microphone in his hand trembled almost imperceptibly.

No.

This was the stage, the camera was still rolling, and he couldnt react at all.

Tong Liyue forced himself to calm down, his fingers slightly tightened,

desperately suppressing the inner turmoil.

Ren Yuheng, standing next to him, seemed to see through his wavering.

He subtly curled the corner of his lips. Outside the microphones pickup range,

he lowered his voice and whispered so only Tong Liyue could hear,

You’re quite the player, aren’t you?

… Tong Liyue clenched the microphone, suppressing the urge to glare at him right there.

He clearly realized that both the action just now and the particularly

deep hickey on his collarbone were all carefully calculated by Ren Yuheng!

The song entered the high-energy dance part. What was more of a headache for

Tong Liyue was the upcoming segment where the two of them had to make eye contact.

It was clearly just a stage design move, but the atmosphere was wrong now.

He just felt… Ren Yuheng definitely wouldnt let him off easily.

Tong Liyue’s sense of crisis reached its peak.

The music roared. He still maintained his stage confidence,

but at the last moment, he quietly turned his head, trying to avoid Ren Yuheng’s gaze.

But in that instant…

Ren Yuheng’s large, clearly defined hand suddenly reached out,

unexpectedly gripping the back of Tong Liyue’s neck,

forcefully compelling him to meet his eyes.

This movement was perfectly timed with the rhythm,

seamlessly connecting with the dance, with no sense of incongruity,

as if it were a carefully designed part of the routine.

Screams echoed throughout the venue, the sound waves deafening.

Lightsticks shook frantically, pushing the atmosphere to an unprecedented high.

Ren Yuheng! What kind of overbearing CEO are you!

The leader’s move is too intimidating, ah ah ah ah ah!

Xiaoyue, dont run away!!

Tong Liyue’s mind went blank from the roar of sound.

Before he could recover from Ren Yuheng’s sudden action,

he was already locked in the others close-up gaze.

Those eyes were so deep they threatened to swallow him whole.

Ren Yuheng’s hand wasnt squeezing too hard, but it gave him no room to retreat.

The force emanating from his fingertips clearly conveyed a message to him.

You cant escape.

Tong Liyue’s eyes flashed with a bewildered light. His heartbeat

was magnified in his ears, and his limbs felt slightly numb.

Damn…

Was this person crazy?

Tong Liyue desperately stabilized his mind. On stage,

he couldnt back down, so he could only bite the bullet and meet Ren Yuheng’s gaze.

However… he knew he had lost.

Because his ears were already completely red.

After the performance ended, Tong Liyue walked off the stage,

holding back a belly full of anger. He endured until he reached the

backstage area before finally locking his gaze on Ren Yuheng.

He was very clear that all of Ren Yuheng’s actions on stage

were deliberate, even carrying a sense of revenge.

Just because he habitually engaged in fan service interaction

during the performance, this person forcibly suppressed

him in front of the entire audience.

Touching the hickey on his collarbone, provoking him in his ear,

and forcing him to make eye contact through the performance,

closing in step by step, leaving no room for retreat.

The thought of this made Tong Liyue’s brow furrow unconsciously.

While removing his makeup, he couldnt help but glare at Ren Yuheng,

his tone lowered, carrying suppressed displeasure, You, come here for a second.

The waiting room instantly fell silent.

The usually smooth and gentle Tong Liyue rarely lost his temper,

and even used a commanding tone with his older member,

causing the members present to stop what they were doing and exchange startled glances.

However, what truly made everyone drop their jaws was Ren Yuheng’s reaction.

He didnt comply with Tong Liyue’s words as usual. Instead,

he raised an indifferent eyebrow, his tone cold, yet carrying a hint of provocation, Now?

Im busy.

Jiang Linzhao and Shen Yiran almost simultaneously gasped.

This was the first time they had seen Tong Liyue and Ren Yuheng openly clash.

Tong Liyue, who was always well-liked due to his high emotional intelligence,

was actually throwing a fit in the waiting room, and Ren Yuheng,

who usually spoiled Tong Liyue rotten, showed no compromise,

even speaking with a teasing tone.

What major event had happened to make this usually intimate pair quarrel like this?

Ren Yuheng’s attitude infuriated Tong Liyue.

His pale cheeks puffed up, and he glared at him fiercely.

The next second, he didnt hesitate to reach out and grab the others wrist,

directly dragging him to the adjacent waiting room.

The door slammed shut with a bang, blocking everyones view.

Jiang Linzhao stared blankly at the tightly closed door, unable to help but whisper,

Xiaoyue… he wouldn’t hit Brother Heng, would he?

Should we go over and mediate? Shen Yiran’s face was also filled with tension.

Qiao Zhiqin, however, simply glanced at them,

slowly took off his in-ear monitor, and said with certainty, No need.

Are you sure? Jiang Linzhao looked at him suspiciously,

If anything happens… Qiao Zhiqin, you take full responsibility.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhiqin’s expression didnt change,

and he didnt even pause his movement, his tone indifferent, Seeking death?

Jiang Linzhao instantly shut up, obediently continuing to remove his makeup.

On the other side, Ren Yuheng was dragged a few steps by Tong Liyue,

but he showed no resistance. In fact, he was excessively compliant,

a very faint smile quietly curling at his lips.

The moment the door closed, the space instantly became quiet.

Tong Liyue unhesitatingly甩 opened his hand, took a step back,

his eyes sharply locking onto him, his voice suppressing anger,

What exactly were you doing just now?

Ren Yuheng leaned against the door, unhurriedly,

his fingers casually tucked into his pockets. The corner of his lip still

held a half-smile, and he lazily replied, Performing.

Tong Liyue sneered at this, his fingers unconsciously curled,

enduring the urge to choke him, his voice low, Were you deliberate?

Deliberate? Ren Yuheng raised an eyebrow, slowly closing the

distance until he was face to face with Tong Liyue,

his smile carrying provocation, But I recall you touched me on stage just now, too?

Did the dance instructor require you to do that? Or were you…

He paused, his gaze landing on Tong Liyue’s slightly sweaty collarbone,

his tone hinting at something deeper, Also deliberate?

I… Tong Liyue was speechless, glaring at him, so angry his teeth were itching.

Damn it, he clearly knew he didnt mean it that way!

Seeing that he didnt respond, Ren Yuheng’s smile deepened,

his tone gentle but intimidating, Answer me, you traffic magnet.

Tong Liyue’s breathing hitched. Before he could refute,

he heard Ren Yuheng lightly chuckle.

What, only you can touch me, but I cant return the favor?

Do you think that by doing this, you’ll affect me?

Tong Liyue’s chest heaved with anger, his furious eyes carrying a hint of grievance.

I dont think so, I know so. Ren Yuheng smiled slightly,

his voice a heart-stopping tenderness, Youre the one who keeps thinking

about that night, arent you?

Tong Liyue’s momentum instantly weakened.

He unconsciously took a step back, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Ren Yuheng didnt let go of this subtle movement.

He followed, closing the distance, his gaze falling on Tong Liyue’s slightly open collar,

and whispered, You hide it really well.

Ren Yuheng, what exactly do you want? Tong Liyue looked up,

the corners of his eyes slightly red, his beautiful

peach blossom eyes glistening with moisture, as if enduring to the extreme limit.

Me? Ren Yuheng chuckled softly, his breath close to his ear,

his voice gentle and seductive, I should be asking what you want, right?

Tong Liyue’s body trembled slightly, his throat tightening, unable to utter a rebuttal.

If you have any dissatisfaction, say it clearly now, Tong Liyue.

Ren Yuheng’s eyes were dark, his voice low, carrying a compelling seduction.

Your acting is truly terrible.