Turns Out I'm the Clown

"Sure! Thank you, President Xuan." Wen Shuang immediately pulled open the car door and got in. That was right—he wanted to hitch a ride. As for his fear of Xuan Zhe? Things were different now. Wen Shuang smoothed down his clothes and dared not cross the invisible "boundary line." He was hitching a ride openly enough, but caution was unavoidable. To put it plainly, he also wanted to make his presence known.

He had been afraid of Xuan Zhe before because he had nearly followed the original plot. But now everything had changed. He was perfectly fine, hadn't been stripped naked, and hadn't lost his reputation. Besides, Xuan Zhe was not an unreasonable person. He had taken him to the hospital and reimbursed his medical expenses. Through one probe after another, Wen Shuang had come to understand Xuan Zhe. If he wanted to break free from fate, he first needed a sturdy golden thigh to cling to!

Hehehe! Wen Shuang now looked at Xuan Zhe as though he were looking at a golden thigh!

"Drive." Xuan Zhe spoke blandly. From the corner of his eye, he caught Wen Shuang's upturned lips. Little thing, did he really think Xuan Zhe couldn't see through him?

Power One was several times larger than Starwing, with extraordinarily high ceilings. The moment Wen Shuang entered, he felt the oppressive atmosphere. Here, if you slowed down by even a second, someone else would overtake you.

He followed Xuan Zhe into the VIP elevator. The people around them appeared to be working seriously, but they were all sneaking sidelong glances. Who was that?!

An hour later, everyone finally received some insider news. He was the new G Country translator President Xuan had hired. So young.

Meanwhile, Cao Nanyu had already taken Wen Shuang to the HR department to register.

Wen Shuang benefited from the original owner's educational background. Though he had not earned many certificates, he genuinely knew the G Country language. The necessary documents could be made up later. Their collaboration with Mr. Dilanda was currently at a critical stage. The previous translator had considered himself one in ten thousand, putting on airs and acting like a star. Cao Nanyu had been sick of him for a long time. This was the perfect chance to kick him out and put Wen Shuang in his place.

"Follow the standard procedure. Start as an intern." Cao Nanyu spoke to the HR staff, then discreetly glanced at Wen Shuang. Seeing no displeasure on his face—only the blissful look of someone thinking, "I'll seize this opportunity well"—Cao Nanyu choked up for a rare moment. Call him naïve and sweet, yet his ability to read the situation was just right.

A smooth, worldly heart had been tucked inside a shell content with what it had.

Cao Nanyu took a phone call. When he was done, he told Wen Shuang, "I'm heading out for a bit. Fill in whatever they tell you to fill in. I'll come pick you up later."

This was what Cao Nanyu had in mind: let Wen Shuang first get used to Power One's work atmosphere, which was this—outsiders were all enemies.

Power One was unlike other companies. As the largest entertainment company in the country, its salaries were unquestionably generous. The prerequisite was that your skills had to be worth the money. So even fresh graduates from prestigious schools who had been praised outside started at Power One by serving tea, running errands, nodding and bowing. The pride of heaven's favored children was brutally shattered, and plenty could not endure the internship period and left.

Wen Shuang was simply "lucky" enough to catch this ride. Once the others in the company learned how he had gotten in, there would be no shortage of pointing fingers and hostile looks. They would just have to see how long he could last.

Sometimes psychological resilience was part of one's hardware too. Cao Nanyu gave Wen Shuang's back one final look, sympathy in his eyes.

Sure enough, the moment Cao Nanyu left, the HR department's atmosphere immediately turned icy. Some people looked over expressionlessly. Wen Shuang pursed his lips and gave them a friendly smile. "Hello, seniors."

Holy shit! The HR director, a thirty-year-old woman famous for her severity, had her eyes light up at once. Three words suddenly popped into her mind: My youth is back!

Sob, sob, sob—he was exactly her favorite type from her teenage years~

Wen Shuang's politeness and courtesy were not an act. He had never minded showing his softer side, either. Perhaps he would suffer malice and hardship for it, but he accepted it all without fear. No one could explain where he got such tremendous resilience.

Nearly an hour passed...

Cao Nanyu headed toward the HR department, convinced he would see Wen Shuang looking livid, or flushed red with humiliation and indignation.

But...

"Wow! Little Wen Shuang, your eyelashes are so long. I have dried mangoes here. Want some?"

Cao Nanyu stopped dead. If he had heard right, that sounded like the female demon king from the design department. She could speak so gently?!

"Yes!" Wen Shuang answered. He had not eaten since noon, and his stomach was growling with hunger.

Through the glass door, Cao Nanyu saw Wen Shuang being surrounded like a national treasure. Around him were several managers who were normally extremely difficult to deal with.

The female demon king stuffed an entire bag of dried mangoes into Wen Shuang's hands. Wen Shuang ate while sweetly saying, "Thank you, big sister. Pretty big sister, let's cuddle."

The female demon king immediately covered her mouth and let out a spine-chilling cackle.

Cao Nanyu: "..." Seriously, Power One was an entertainment company. What kind of male stars had these people not seen? Was this really necessary?

Cao Nanyu folded his arms and leaned against the doorway. Seeing the cheerful, lively atmosphere in the room, he deeply questioned his life.

"I pay you to stand around here in a daze?" The deep voice made Cao Nanyu jolt. He turned and saw Xuan Zhe, tall and elegant, one hand tucked into his pocket.

"President Xuan? Why are you here?"

Xuan Zhe had also seen the scene inside the HR department. His expression gave nothing away as he lightly tugged at his tie. His pale knuckles carried a force that seemed ready to strike. "The time has been moved up. Get Wen Shuang. We're leaving."

Cao Nanyu nodded and immediately went inside to retrieve him. Someone spotted Xuan Zhe first, and the room instantly reacted like boiling oil hit by cold water. Everyone's backs stiffened as they scattered in all directions.

Before leaving, the female demon king even waved at Wen Shuang. Her twelve-centimeter stilettos clicked sharply against the floor.

Wen Shuang waved back at her. "Bye-bye."

"Stop saying goodbye. The meeting with Mr. Dilanda has been moved up. Hurry." Cao Nanyu said.

"Wait!" Wen Shuang immediately pulled out his phone. He had been surrounded by people just now and had not gotten the chance to submit the final registration form.

It should have taken only a tap, but for some reason it kept showing submission failed, entry error. Just then, Xuan Zhe, whose patience had run out, pushed the door open and entered.

Everyone froze, then lowered their heads and worked frantically. Even their breathing dropped to the bare minimum, terrified that President Xuan would catch them making a mistake.

Xuan Zhe snatched Wen Shuang's phone away. One look at the screen told him what had happened. He scanned it, found no problem, and tapped submit, but it still failed. Xuan Zhe looked toward the staff member responsible for data entry. The young woman shook her head like a rattle drum. "President Xuan, there's nothing wrong with the form!"

Wen Shuang looked bewildered. "I followed the procedure exactly. Could the computer be broken?"

"Your brain is broken." Xuan Zhe quickly found the issue. His eye twitched violently, and he turned the phone screen toward Wen Shuang.

Cao Nanyu craned his neck for a look, then pinched himself hard to keep from laughing out loud.

The front image of the ID card Wen Shuang had submitted was a meme: [Turns out I'm the clown].

Wen Shuang: "..."

"Maybe the ID photo was too close to the meme." Wen Shuang took back his phone, his cheeks and neck burning red as he tried to explain. "I—I don't usually make mistakes like this!"

Xuan Zhe had already turned and left.

In the glass door's reflection, the faint smile at the corner of the man's lips flashed past.