Shocking!

What merit or ability does he possess?

Ling Yu stood there, the cold sweat on his back still damp, but a thousand thoughts were already racing through his mind.

He had signed many artists and seen many ups and downs in his life, and he thought he had reached the point where he could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. But he never expected that he would encounter such a thing one day.

He was fooled by a god who loved to play pranks for seven years.

Is he lucky or unlucky?

And just as he finally managed to bring this up, the god happened to appear.

Is this just a coincidence, or was it intentional on the other end?

Ling Yu didn't know.

Wuma Xiu: Blame Fate if you must.

Ling Yu himself couldn't explain it.

But on second thought, the experiences of these two are probably even more surreal than his.

The combination of these two is even more outrageous than the top-ranked fantasy novels on the Star Network.

His gaze quietly fell back on Qin Jiu.

When he first saw this person, he felt that he was no ordinary person.

Ling Yu couldn't explain what it was at the time; he just signed the contract based on a gut feeling.

Later, he discovered that Qin Jiu had extraordinary physical strength and boundless energy, and he concluded that this was the whole answer to why Qin Jiu was "not simple".

Now it seems...

Oh.

Ling Yu rolled his eyes at himself.

This "nothing is simple," but compared to the truth, it's like a drop of water in the ocean.

He pushed up his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses flickering slightly.

As an agent, certain professional instincts are like etched into one's bones, unchangeable no matter the wind or rain or the presence of gods or Buddhas.

The first thought that flashed through his mind wasn't "How should I apologize to this god?" or "How can I save my life?", but rather...

To create scandals.

To create a romantic pairing.

Moreover, this pairing not only generates its own buzz, but also perfectly fits the most popular genre on Star Network right now.

"Love between humans and gods," "A romance that transcends race," "The fateful entanglement between Gods and mortals"... Which one of these books wasn't a bestseller? Which one didn't make readers cry their hearts out and lose track of time while engrossed in reading?

But these two before us are the real deal: one a human, the other a god.

If this were done casually, marketing accounts could stir up trouble and boost the trending topics...

Ling Yu's mind was already racing through all sorts of trending headlines.

"Shocking! The mysterious lover of top celebrity Qin Jiu is actually...!"

"A Seven-Year Promise! The Secret Romance Between Qin Jiu and a Certain 'Special Person'."

"A romance between a god and a mortal has become a reality? Netizens: The couple I ship is real!"

Ling Yu could imagine the glaring "hot" character on the Star Network trending search list.

Fire.

It's incredibly popular.

It became so popular that he could hardly believe how hot it was.

"This reaction... is so boring."

Wuma Xiu was originally eagerly waiting to see what kind of interesting expression would appear on Ling Yu's face.

Shock, fear, helplessness, or even being so frightened that they kneel down on the spot, trembling and incoherent.

And the result?

Ling Yu was indeed stunned, frozen, and broke out in a cold sweat.

But that's all.

There was no classic "Oh my god, am I dreaming?" moment. This person just stood there, adjusted his glasses, his gaze darted around a few times, and then... then he just started spacing out.

Yes, I was spacing out.

Wuma Xiu could sense that the other person's thoughts had drifted far away, and even the way he looked at him had become empty and distant, as if he was plotting something of great importance in his mind.

Boring.

This is so boring. Even if he's not trembling with fear, he could at least show some shock.

Even if he just stares wide-eyed and opens his mouth wide, and utters the most clichéd "Ah--", he'll accept it.

There was nothing.

Wuma Xiu pouted, turned his gaze away from Ling Yu, and complained to Qin Jiu:

"My friend, this person is so boring."

After saying that, Wuma Xiu picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and gulped down the wine.

Indeed, drinking it this way is much more satisfying.

But... I'm still so bored.

Wuma Xiu put down the wine jar, his mind starting to wander uncontrollably. His gaze fell on the half-empty wine jar in his hand.

Liquor...

It seems he's forgotten something?

Wuma Xiu's gaze froze.

Liquor?

Liquor!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck his mind.

He remembered.

He forgot to brew wine for his close friend!

It's over.

At this moment, Wuma Xiu already pictured his confidant with arms crossed and a cold smile in his mind:

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, her lips were slightly curved, and the light in her eyes flickered like the sky on a winter night before snowfall.

Not fierce.

But it sent a chill down his spine.

Wuma Xiu was all too familiar with that expression. Every time he forgot something important, the other person would look at him with that expression, making him feel uneasy, before casually tossing out a sentence:

"Oh, you forgot?"

Just imagining it sent a chill down Wuma Xiu's spine.

It's okay, though.

His close friends and family were unaware of this.

Since he was unaware of it, then it can't be said that he forgot.

It's still perfectly timely to start brewing now.

If you wait until it's fully brewed before sending it over, the recipient will only receive a jar of fragrant, delicious wine, unaware of the little incident that was "almost forgotten" behind it.

Perfect.

System: My dear host, have you forgotten something again? Isn't your confidant your Old Self? Old I and Old Self are inseparable; how can you be so sure the other person doesn't know?

Wuma Xiu felt relieved again, somewhat pleased with his own cleverness. He picked up the wine jar, took another swig, and began to consider what kind of wine to brew.

My close friend has very discerning tastes; ordinary wines won't satisfy him. Too sweet, he finds it cloying; too strong, he finds it harsh; too weak, he finds it bland...

It should be the kind that's neither too strong nor too weak, neither too fast nor too slow, with a smooth initial taste and a lingering aftertaste...

Hmm, they're really picky.

Wuma Xiu was pondering this, he suddenly heard a commotion of chickens and dogs running around.

The commotion, the scale of the event, the chaotic clatter and crashing—it absolutely lived up to those four words.

Wuma Xiu looked in the direction of the sound, and his eye twitched slightly.

His Fat Orange Cloud was being "bullied" by a menacing fat cat pinning him to the ground.

Fat Orange's paws patted Fat Orange Cloud's body repeatedly, like it was patting a disobedient ball.

The Fat Orange Cloud was slapped so hard it was knocked off balance, letting out a pitiful "woof woof" sound; its body was even slightly flattened.

Wuma Xiu put down the wine jar and raised his hand to beckon.

Just as the Fat Orange was about to strike with its next claw, it suddenly felt light, its four paws lifted off the ground, and the whole cat landed in an embrace that smelled of wine.

Fat Orange was stunned for a moment, then looked up and met Wuma Xiu's smiling eyes.

Those eyes were beautiful, full of smiles, like they were brimming with spring water.

But for some reason, Fat Orange suddenly felt the fur on the back of its head stand on end.