"How did you know that was Wen Feiran?"
"I recognized the way he walked. He's the only one who walks right along the wall."
"Now that you mention it, it really does look like him!"
Wen Feiran: "..."
He practically sprang into the air, nearly throwing the man off. The young woman had already guessed his identity from his reaction. "So you're Wen Feiran! I'm a huge fan. There's always gossip to eat when I follow you. Wait, now I seem to be..."
The young woman's expression turned strange, and she gave Wen Feiran a meaningful look.
Wen Feiran had no attention to spare for that. His mind was filled with images of people crowding around to watch him, and his body went rigid, as though thorns were prickling his back.
The young woman reassured him, "It's fine. Follow me, and I guarantee no one will spot you."
They slipped out through the back door, where an inconspicuous black car was already waiting. Only after the door closed did Wen Feiran breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt an intense gaze fall on him.
He turned around blankly and met the young woman's smiling eyes. "Hello. Things were too chaotic just now, so I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lin Lin."
The car was an enclosed space, and Wen Feiran couldn't adjust right away. He nodded stiffly. "Hello, I'm Wen Feiran. Sorry for the trouble, but please drop me off at the intersection."
"How could I do that?" The young woman looked very serious. "The back of your hand was scratched. You have to see a doctor."
Things had been so chaotic just now that Wen Feiran only noticed the obvious wound on the back of his hand after she pointed it out.
"It's fine. I can just put some medicine on it when I get back."
"It would be safer to have a doctor look at it." Lin Lin's gaze was so intense that goosebumps rose on Wen Feiran's exposed skin.
His gaze wandered around before settling on the young man lying peacefully on the other side. He changed the subject. "Is your boyfriend all right?"
"He's fine." Lin Lin waved a hand, evidently used to this sort of thing. "He faints at the sight of blood."
Wen Feiran finally understood why the man had collapsed on him. Not knowing what to say about it, he could only laugh awkwardly.
The assistant soon drove them to the hospital. Wen Feiran was just about to say goodbye when he saw Lin Lin come over to his side, while the assistant accompanied her boyfriend for his examination.
"Come on. I've already registered you for an appointment."
The doctor was thorough and gentle as he treated him, but Wen Feiran could read the unspoken message in the doctor's hesitant expression: It'll be healed in five minutes. You came to the hospital for such a tiny wound?
After leaving the clinic, Wen Feiran wanted nothing more than to cover his face and run away, but Lin Lin led him straight to the hospital room.
Before they opened the door, they heard the assistant's exceedingly respectful voice.
"President Fu, he knows your secret. Should we get rid of him?"
Wen Feiran: !!!
It was such a small thing. Surely there was no need to kill him to keep him quiet!
His legs trembled twice. He had just turned to run when Lin Lin threw the hospital room door wide open without a care.
"..." Wen Feiran didn't need to look up to feel two razor-sharp gazes land on him.
Lin Lin smiled and said, "Changze, let me introduce you. This is Wen Feiran. If it weren't for him, you'd still be lying on that cold floor."
Wen Feiran squeezed his eyes shut.
Now that he knew the man's name, there was no point in running. He could only steel himself and go in.
"Bang—"
After the door closed, Wen Feiran sat in the chair by the bed, his shoulders hunched. He suddenly felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Although Fu Changze lay in a hospital bed, his shirt was still immaculate. With sharp brows, starry eyes, and an imposing aura, he looked every bit the overbearing CEO.
He studied Wen Feiran from head to toe, his brows knitted tightly for some reason. After a full three minutes in the unbearable atmosphere, he finally spoke. "Name your price."
Wen Feiran hadn't expected him to say that and nodded blankly.
"Will a check for three million be enough?" Fu Changze gave him a warning look. "Keep your mouth shut."
Wen Feiran: "..."
How did he end up in a plot where the overbearing CEO's mother paid off the little white flower?
Before this, he had often dreamed of a windfall dropping from the sky and making him rich for no reason. But now that it had actually happened, he felt uneasy.
Before he came in, the assistant had said they should get rid of him. And anything over three thousand counted as extortion. Fu Changze was giving him three million—surely he wasn't planning to send him to prison for life?!!
Whatever the reason, taking the money made him uneasy. Wen Feiran smiled. "There's no need. It was just a small favor I happened to be able to do."
Fu Changze's brows drew even tighter, and his aura was so overpowering that Wen Feiran didn't dare meet his eyes.
"Then how about something else? I'll give you the third male lead role, and the pay won't be less than three million. What do you think?"
Wen Feiran, who only wanted to leave the entertainment industry: "...There's no need."
That challenge was too difficult. It might kill someone with social anxiety.
Fu Changze grew increasingly displeased and glowered at Wen Feiran. "Then what exactly do you want?"
Wen Feiran truly didn't know how to communicate with an overbearing CEO, so he looked to Lin Lin for help.
Before Lin Lin could speak, Fu Changze bristled and nearly jumped out of bed. "No, not Lin Lin!"
He spoke like an overbearing CEO. "Lin Lin can only be mine!!"
Lin Lin: "..."
Wen Feiran: "..."
Lin Lin rolled her eyes without the slightest restraint. "Fu Changze, can't you be normal?"
Despite being scolded, Fu Changze looked thoroughly pleased. Like a ferocious big dog, he had to hold himself back for a long while to keep from pouncing on Lin Lin and covering her face in slobber.
"You saw that too." Fu Changze wore such an arrogant expression and was so smug that every single dog would have wanted to punch him. "Lin Lin cares about me very much."
Wen Feiran: Did I ask?
Fu Changze went on of his own accord. "I was proposing to her earlier. If you hadn't shown up, I would have succeeded."
Wen Feiran could bear it no longer. "Really? Did the ring grow wings, then? How else did it fly to my feet for no reason?"
Fu Changze had obviously failed, and the ring had been thrown away. With his sore spot exposed, his expression darkened further, as though he were baring his fangs, ready to pounce on Wen Feiran and tear into him.