Reborn as the Harem King-Chapter 136 Nice to Meet You

Regarding the topic of marriage, Zhou Yi couldn't give her a satisfactory answer, so he chose not to continue the conversation.

"Live for today," he thought. Why dwell on the future when he could simply savor the present?

After that, both of them silently agreed to drop the subject.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, Jing Wen rose early to prepare breakfast for Zhou Yi before heading off to work.

Although Zhou Yi had hired help for her, Jing Wen was someone who couldn't sit still. She felt uneasy unless she spent her days tending to her shop.

By the time Zhou Yi woke up, Jing Wen had already left. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and reached for his phone.

He only had one class in the morning, so he could afford to head to school a bit later.

Jing Wen had sent him a message: "Breakfast is on the table—just heat it up in the microwave for a few minutes."

Honestly, having a partner like Jing Wen wouldn't be half bad. But Zhou Yi was like a wild stallion—untamable by anyone.

As he slurped his noodles, he scrolled through TikTok. His follower count had been climbing steadily, now surpassing 700,000. Surprisingly, even some big names in the music industry had started following him.

His inbox was flooded with messages—some from fans tagging him, others from producers inviting him to join variety shows.

Most of them mentioned the same program: "Vocal Vanguard."

On the surface, the show might seem unremarkable, but its alumni had taken over half the music industry.

It was an original music competition where every contestant had to perform their own compositions.

To ensure authenticity, the show's mentor would assign a theme on the spot, and the contestants had three days to write and compose a song. The entire process was live-streamed, eliminating any chance of ghostwriting or pre-prepared songs.

Of course, if you happened to luck out and your style aligned perfectly with the mentor's theme, that was just fate smiling on you.

This was why, after Zhou Yi's two songs went viral, everyone urged him to join the show.

Some doubted he could write those songs himself; others wanted him to prove his talent and silence the skeptics. Still, others genuinely admired his skills and didn't want to see him fade into obscurity.

Zhou Yi sat there, deep in thought. If he joined and became a hit, his popularity and income would skyrocket.

He checked the details—the latest season of Vocal Vanguard was already in the works.

It was the perfect time to sign up, especially since the show's producer had already reached out to him. All he had to do was accept.

He just needed to confirm the timing wouldn't clash with his upcoming competition.

Zhou Yi called Jiang Ruolan, asking her to communicate with the show's team and check the schedule. If there were no conflicts, he'd go for it.

Time flew by, and soon it was Saturday.

The day of Zhou Yi's dinner appointment with Kong Xiaohe had arrived.

They had agreed to meet at 6 p.m.

Zhou Yi arrived punctually, accompanied by Jiang Ruolan.

The two arrived at a high-end restaurant called Golden Hearth, one of the Kong family's properties, often used for exclusive gatherings.

Kong Xiaohe was waiting at the entrance, accompanied by a woman. The two seemed to be engaged in conversation.

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The woman was dressed in a tailored black suit, her sleek hair cut neatly at ear length. Her sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a delicate ladies' watch on her wrist.

She stood with her hands in her pockets, teasing Xiaohe lightly.

"You sure you don't want to?"

"I'm sure, sis. Stop teasing me."

"She's really pretty. You'll regret not seeing her."

"I'm not into chasing celebrities."

"She's not just any celebrity. You're such a clueless kid."

Xiaohe sighed helplessly.

Just then, Zhou Yi's car pulled up at the entrance.

Zhou Yi stepped out, followed by Jiang Ruolan, who was dressed in a soft white ensemble.

Ruolan had opted for a gentle look today, knowing this wasn't the occasion to steal the spotlight.

Her hair was tied back, and she wore a white outfit with light blue accents at the collar and cuffs—a subtle yet elegant touch.

"The guests are here."

Xiaohe glanced at Zhou Yi's car, and the two at the entrance walked over.

The Kong family wasn't big on formalities, so the siblings approached the car directly to greet Zhou Yi.

"Brother Yi," Xiaohe said warmly.

Xiaohe looked much better—his face rosy, his lips no longer pale.

Zhou Yi smiled and patted his shoulder. "You're looking much healthier."

At that moment, the woman beside Xiaohe spoke up with a smile. "That's all thanks to Mr. Zhou Yi."

She extended her hand. "Hello, I'm Xiaohe's older sister, Kong Huaijin."

The woman carried herself with grace, her beautiful eyes filled with warmth.

She was only slightly shorter than Zhou Yi, standing at around 5'9". Her demeanor and attire left a strong impression.

She was a woman of great presence.

Xiaohe and his sister looked quite alike, though there were subtle differences in their features.

While Xiaohe had delicate, refined features, his sister had sharp, almond-shaped eyes that tilted slightly upward, exuding charm even when she wasn't smiling.

At that moment, the system's voice chimed in:

"SS-level target detected: Kong Huaijin."

"Another SS-level?"

"Yes, her initial Affection Level toward you is already high, at 30."

Zhou Yi guessed this was likely due to Xiaohe's influence. What the system called "Affection Level" was probably just a general sense of goodwill.

077: "This woman won't be easy to win over. Even Su Ning's brother couldn't catch her eye. You'll need to think carefully about how to approach her."

Zhou Yi: "Diamonds symbolize wealth and resilience. I can handle this."

Zhou Yi's smile remained unchanged as he extended his hand and said warmly, "Hello, I'm Zhou Yi. 'Mr. Zhou' is too formal—just call me Zhou Yi."

"Then you can call me 'sister,' like Xiaohe does."

Not many people had the privilege of calling Kong Huaijin "sister."

She seemed surprisingly gentle toward Zhou Yi, a stark contrast to the aloof, calculating image he had imagined.

She smiled and said, "I'll go upstairs and let Dad know you're here. You two chat."

After Huaijin left, Zhou Yi remarked simply, "Your sister is so gentle."

Xiaohe immediately chuckled. "Gentle? Hmm... maybe."

If you'd seen her smashing bottles or sending someone to the hospital with her high heels, you wouldn't say that.

"My sister dotes on me, so she's extra gentle with people who are good to me."

Huaijin's gentleness was reserved almost exclusively for her younger brother. Even their father didn't receive the same treatment.

Kong Huaijin was fiercely protective of her brother. Taking care of him and shielding him from harm were instincts ingrained in her very being.

Because Xiaohe had always been sickly and introverted as a child, he often endured bullying without speaking up. Once, when Huaijin found out, those bullies paid the price.

Xiaohe's frequent illnesses and frail health made it uncertain whether he could ever inherit the family business, so Huaijin had been raised more like a son.

Her temper was far from mild. As she put it herself, "If I give you an inch, you'd better know your place. Cross me, and your fate is uncertain. Cross my brother, and you're as good as dead."