The Official Boyfriend Position

Wen Shuang's earth-shattering shout stunned everyone. Even Xuan Zhe was left dazed by it.

Cao Nanyu's head buzzed, and he felt briefly starved of oxygen.

"Heh." Zheng Yuanfei was the first to recover. He immediately snorted coldly, assuming that while he had been gone, Wen Shuang had latched onto Xuan Zhe again. He found this person's affection truly cheap. Back then, Wen Shuang had cried so bitterly in front of him that Zheng Yuanfei had almost wanted to pull some strings for him—he should have gone to film tragic dramas. A flicker of discomfort flashed through his heart, but before he could examine it, he blurted out mockingly, "Wen Shuang, can you use your brain a little? Do you think everyone is one of the fish you keep in your pond?"

Wen Shuang ignored him completely and met Xuan Zhe's dark eyes.

After a long moment, Xuan Zhe asked, "What do you mean?"

Just as everyone waited for Wen Shuang to spout some rainbow-colored flattery, the young man murmured a sentence in G Country's language. Xuan Zhe's gaze shifted slightly.

It was a sentence that only the two of them understood.

I'm pursuing you.

When Xuan Zhe had asked about it while drunk that day, Wen Shuang had wiped himself clean of any involvement and blamed everything on rejecting Dilanda. But Xuan Zhe might not have believed him. If he truly had nothing to hide, why did he avoid Xuan Zhe every time he saw him? In short, he had a guilty conscience. Xuan Zhe thought he had seen through everything, casually cast a great net, and waited for the little quail to jump in. Yet he was also somewhat confused—if Wen Shuang truly fell into the net, how were they supposed to get along afterward?

How were they supposed to get along... The rain pounded densely outside, its sound growing louder and louder within Xuan Zhe's heart. He suddenly remembered the first time he had seen Wen Shuang. Clearly, Wen Shuang had barged into his room, yet he had acted like some innocent maiden whose chastity had been stolen. The red mole on his earlobe had been especially eye-catching, and every word out of his mouth had been more shocking than the last. He was completely unlike the person described in the materials Cao Nanyu had later handed over. Wen Shuang had turned over a new leaf, and on careful reflection, he had not done a single wrong thing since.

That day during the recording, when he saw Wen Shuang fall into the water and lie motionless, Xuan Zhe panicked for the first time. He had rushed into the crowd without a care, performing CPR on Wen Shuang, thinking only, Wake up. Once you wake up, I'll grant whatever you ask for.

Was he going to make good on that today?

So soon! Xuan Zhe felt at a loss.

But he was pursuing me. Should I agree? Xuan Zhe considered it very seriously.

If he refused, who knew how miserable this person would become.

Wen Shuang had no idea Xuan Zhe's inner thoughts were so abundant. By now, the drainage ditches on both sides of the street were overflowing. The sky hung low and dark, and Wen Shuang was genuinely worried. Seeing that Xuan Zhe said nothing, he added, "I'm serious!"

Wen Shuang had no interest in women, but after growing up, he had physical needs too. He could only respond to certain male stars he liked—men with handsome faces, tall builds, and abs. It was no exaggeration to say that, as a fictional character, Xuan Zhe utterly crushed all the ones he had liked before. If he gave it a try with Xuan Zhe... it seemed pretty good. Thinking of this, Wen Shuang not only felt that he would not be losing out, but even tasted an indescribable sweetness. But there was no way Xuan Zhe would agree.

It did not matter if he refused. Either way, Wen Shuang was determined to pester him today! He absolutely could not let him leave the company!

Who would have thought that Xuan Zhe's thin lips would part as he replied to Wen Shuang in flawless G Country language?

Everyone watched as Wen Shuang's expression cracked in an instant, then filled with disbelief. At last, he trembled as he asked, "Y-you... you're serious?"

"Mm." Xuan Zhe nodded.

Cao Nanyu: "!!!" What had just happened?!

Wen Shuang struggled to accept this reality. He could not tell whether he was excited or thunderstruck, but his hands and feet shook so badly that he did not know where to put them. "I... I might not do a very good job..."

"Wouldn't we find out by trying?" Xuan Zhe raised a brow.

Cao Nanyu: "?" Why had he not minored in G Country language in college? This was killing him!

A red flush spread upward from Wen Shuang's ears. He lowered his head and stared at his toes, speaking in a tiny voice. "Then don't go out today."

Xuan Zhe weighed it quickly and concluded that the little guy was dead set on not letting him leave. Normally, he should not have cared about such things. But his life was suddenly about to welcome another person, and that change felt novel to him. Business abruptly seemed less important. He raised a hand slightly and instructed Cao Nanyu, "Contact Vice President Qian. Have him attend the meeting this afternoon."

Cao Nanyu: "Huh?"

Xuan Zhe said, "Was I not clear enough?"

"Clear, very clear." Cao Nanyu's professionalism had gone to the dogs in the face of such overwhelming gossip. He pulled out his phone but had no idea what to do. What exactly happened?! scrolled through his mind like a barrage of comments. He finally found Vice President Qian's number and explained the situation, only for the old man to ask slyly, "Didn't we agree President Xuan would go himself? Why did he come back with Wen Shuang?"

Cao Nanyu seemed to realize something. He suddenly looked up—good heavens, when had the Power One building ever seen such a spectacle? Heads poked out from nearly every window, forming a dense black mass. This was the spirit of an entertainment company: even wind and rain could not stop them from gossiping!

Wen Shuang had successfully led Xuan Zhe back inside, and his head was about to explode.

Zheng Yuanfei's head was exploding too. As the original protagonist's favored son, he had coasted through life almost without effort and won the beauty's heart. He had been the center of attention wherever he went. Yet now, someone had stolen all the spotlight from him. He could not say anything about Xuan Zhe, but Wen Shuang?! What was that clingy pest supposed to be?!

Cao Nanyu took a few steps forward, then suddenly felt as if he had overlooked something. He turned to Zheng Yuanfei and inexplicably found him looking a little bedraggled. After coughing twice, he said, "Um, Yuanfei, right? It's good that you're back. Go see Zhu Lian with your assistant. Unless something unexpected happens, she'll be your agent from now on."

Zheng Yuanfei nodded with an ugly expression.

Wen Shuang returned to the office with Xuan Zhe. With the crisis resolved, he breathed a sigh of relief, only for another matter to seize his full attention. What Xuan Zhe had just said in G Country language was: I accept your pursuit. Whether you succeed will depend on your performance over the next week.

That meant one week of evaluation. He could only take the position if he passed.

What position? The position of Xuan Zhe's official boyfriend!

Haha! Ha... Wuwuwu. Wen Shuang drooped his head, realizing he had dug himself an unprecedentedly massive pit. If Xuan Zhe ever learned the truth, he would definitely kill him!

There were two things Xuan Zhe hated most in this life: deception and betrayal. Wen Shuang had floored the accelerator and was about to run right over the first minefield.

"Fine, I'm not going." Xuan Zhe suddenly spoke, startling Wen Shuang into jerking. Yet Xuan Zhe acted as though he had not noticed. He sat down, clasped his hands on the desk, propped up his chin, and fixed Wen Shuang with a deep, dark gaze.

This was a test! Alarms blared in Wen Shuang's head. The arrow was on the string now—he had no choice but to fire! He hurried off to make coffee. He had talked with Cao Nanyu before, so he knew Xuan Zhe liked his coffee with thirty percent sugar. When he was tired, he also liked to toss in mint leaves. As Wen Shuang was about to bring it over, he thought for a moment, then plucked two mint leaves from a nearby potted plant and added them. He had messed up Xuan Zhe's business, and who knew whether Vice President Qian could handle it? To keep Xuan Zhe from settling scores later, he had better cool his temper first.

There had been no test at all. Xuan Zhe had always been like this since childhood: when he encountered something he truly liked, he became especially quiet and tucked all his thoughts away.

Their thoughts were completely unrelated, yet they could still communicate through brainwaves like this. Truly, it was a "fated disaster."

He even knew to add mint leaves. As Xuan Zhe stirred his coffee, he reached a conclusion: he really likes me.

Besides Wen Shuang's string of misleading actions lately, the reason Xuan Zhe was so good at imagining things was that he truly had the capital for it. If the protagonist did not have a cheat ability, then Xuan Zhe was undoubtedly the protagonist himself.

Xuan Zhe lowered his head and took a sip of coffee. Ignoring the slightly stiff atmosphere, he asked, "How do you feel about seeing Zheng Yuanfei again?"

Like strangling him, Wen Shuang thought. But outwardly, he still wore an expression of complete compliance—Yes, yes, of course, whatever you say—and replied softly, "Nothing much. Anyway, I don't like him anymore."

"Do you really not like him, or are you pretending not to?" Xuan Zhe asked again.

Wen Shuang's gaze was clear, openly allowing Xuan Zhe to peer into it. "I really don't." He had not liked Zheng Yuanfei even when reading the original novel. The author had clearly wanted to shape him into a "wife-doting maniac," but the result of repeatedly portraying him that way was that Zheng Yuanfei often did not care about right or wrong and stood by Lu Li without any bottom line, even when Lu Li had been at fault several times. And Lu Li—Wen Shuang frowned whenever he thought of him. He was unbearably ridiculous.

Xuan Zhe got the answer he wanted. "Mm. Go back to work. I want to eat sea bass tomorrow at noon."

He could eat whatever he wanted. Wen Shuang was practically worrying over him like a son. Still uneasy, he asked, "Are you sure you won't leave the company this afternoon?"

Xuan Zhe found it amusing. "Mm."

Wen Shuang gently closed the door. Xuan Zhe remained alone in the silent office. He had always liked quiet, yet he also somewhat disliked excessive quiet, especially when paired with rainy weather. It made him unbearably restless. Today, however, was an exception. For once, the clouds in Xuan Zhe's eyes parted, revealing brilliant starlight beneath. He took out his phone and sent a message to a number he had not contacted in a long time: Mom, someone is pursuing me.

Across oceans and seas, Ran Yao replied quickly: [???]

Was she seeing things? Back when she had not yet divorced Xuan Zhong, Xuan Zhe had only been seven or eight, right? His little schoolbag had been stuffed with all sorts of gifts and love letters every day, and it had never stopped after that. Why was he saying someone was pursuing him now?

Ran Yao's second message came: [You're not my son! Who exactly are you?!]

Xuan Zhe glanced at it, leaned back in his chair without saying anything, and smiled faintly.

Ran Yao's third message arrived: [You're dating someone???]

Xuan Zhe did not reply again.

Half an hour later, Cao Nanyu knocked on the office door.

Xuan Zhe said in a deep voice, "Come in."

Cao Nanyu held a bouquet of flowers. He truly looked like someone who had never seen the world. He clearly wanted to laugh, yet his expression was also rather painful to look at. His face was a spectacular mess.

Fresh lilies. There was only one, looking pitiful and lonely, yet because it stood alone, even the droplets of water on its petals seemed especially precious.

It was no wonder Cao Nanyu reacted this way. In the early years, there had still been people bold enough to send flowers to President Xuan's office, but in recent years, not even a trace of such a thing could be seen. It showed just how cold and ruthless Xuan Zhe's methods were. Logically, Cao Nanyu should have thrown this flower away immediately. But Wen Shuang had sent it.

Xuan Zhe first frowned, then seemed to realize this as well. His expression became unreadable. "Wen Shuang?"

"Mm."

"Bring it here."

The lily had been carefully decorated. A small card was tucked into the pale blue wrapping paper. When he picked it up, its fragrance drifted out in waves. The card read: May you be in a good mood every day.

Xuan Zhe: "..."

How tacky!

"Bring up a vase," Xuan Zhe said flatly.

Cao Nanyu: "..."

The floral fragrance diluted the gloom. For the first time, Xuan Zhe thought rainy days were rather nice.

In the office, Wen Shuang stared at the "Delivered" notification, his heart pounding. "Does he like it or not..."

This should count as pursuing him, right?