The Tyrannical CEO Was a Fussbudget

Chen Jiashu thought for a moment, then offered a suggestion. "Why don't you just give in to him?"

"Are you insane?!" Song Shi'an glared at him.

Chen Jiashu poured himself a glass of cola and said objectively, "I think your boss might be gay."

Song Shi'an immediately denied it. "Impossible!"

His boss was the male lead of a tyrannical CEO romance novel!

Chen Jiashu raised his eyelids and began listing Lu Mingyu's outrageous behavior.

"Half a month ago, Lu Mingyu was attending a charity gala. You arranged for a female model, but the moment she got into his Bentley, she was kicked out."

Song Shi'an explained, "That was because the model tried to seduce President Lu!"

Chen Jiashu continued, "A month ago, your company's spokesperson went to visit Lu Mingyu. She hadn't even been in his office for three minutes before security dragged her out."

Song Shi'an argued, "That was because that actress sexually harassed President Lu!"

Chen Jiashu said, "And three months ago, there was a—"

"Enough." Song Shi'an hurriedly cut Chen Jiashu off.

If they really started counting all those incidents, they probably would not finish tonight.

Under Chen Jiashu's gaze, Song Shi'an forced himself to defend Lu Mingyu. "President Lu... President Lu may just not have met a woman he likes yet..."

Even he lacked confidence in those words. After all, the fated heroine had already appeared, yet the plot seemed to have gone off course.

Chen Jiashu chuckled. "Gay people are pretty common in our circle. It's just that given Lu Mingyu's status, he can't exactly say it out loud."

"President Lu can't possibly be gay!" Song Shi'an insisted.

Chen Jiashu did not press the matter. Just then, the owner brought over the barbecue, and the two began eating.

Song Shi'an was already thinking about the male and female leads.

After all, according to the plotline, he was supposed to get promoted and make a fortune.

But right now, the male and female leads were acting like bitter enemies.

He looked at Chen Jiashu. As an agent, Chen Jiashu had seen plenty of this sort of thing. Maybe he had a solution.

So he asked, "Jiashu, do you know any ways for a woman to pursue a man?"

Chen Jiashu asked, "Are there any particular circumstances?"

Song Shi'an said, "The man is rich and powerful, while the woman is a Cinderella."

Chen Jiashu thought for a while, then said, "A sweet wife running away while pregnant? Swapped-at-birth heiresses? A one-night stand?"

What the hell are you even talking about? Song Shi'an could not help thinking.

Chen Jiashu shrugged. "Those are methods. Otherwise, what would the man see in her?"

Song Shi'an fell silent for a moment. "Is there any more normal way?"

"Not really." Chen Jiashu took a bite of barbecue, swallowed, and continued, "Among wealthy families, benefits matter most. You said she's Cinderella—what could the man possibly like about her? That she's poor?

Rich people can have any kind of woman they want."

"Some of the artists under me have gotten involved with rich second-generation heirs, but those people only treat them like toys. If they're in a good mood, they'll toss them a couple of opportunities. Some take it seriously, and in the end, they get blacklisted."

"Is it really that realistic?" Song Shi'an clicked his tongue.

Chen Jiashu looked at him and smiled. "What else did you expect? Like in novels, where a tyrannical CEO falls in love with Cinderella?"

Song Shi'an sighed.

Seeing his troubled expression, Chen Jiashu asked, "What's wrong? Are you trying to help someone pursue your President Lu?"

"I'm thinking about getting promoted and making a fortune." Song Shi'an waved a hand.

He really did want Tang Ruan to get together with his tyrannical CEO, but his ultimate goal was to get promoted and make a fortune himself.

Just as Chen Jiashu was about to say something, Song Shi'an's phone rang.

Song Shi'an took out his phone and looked at it, his face instantly turning as constipated as ever.

Though unwilling, he still answered, his voice full of gentleness. "President Lu, what is it?"

"My head hurts. Come immediately." After those four simple words, the call was hung up.

Song Shi'an stared at the phone screen, speechless.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jiashu asked.

Song Shi'an stood up. "That troublemaker is making trouble for me again. I have to go check on him."

Chen Jiashu was no longer surprised. He chuckled. "Looks like your President Lu values you a lot."

"Yeah, right. He treats me like a maid. I'm leaving first, sorry." As Song Shi'an spoke, he grabbed some barbecue and stuffed a few more bites into his mouth.

He could not even eat a late-night snack in peace.

Chen Jiashu nodded. "All right, go on."

Song Shi'an hurried toward Lu Mingyu's villa.

He opened the door with practiced ease, went upstairs, and found Lu Mingyu's room.

Only a small nightlight was left on in the room, faintly illuminating the figure on the bed. The person on the bed was slightly curled up, seemingly uncomfortable.

Song Shi'an efficiently found the medicine, poured some water, and placed it on the bedside table.

"President Lu, take your medicine first." Song Shi'an handed him the pills.

Lu Mingyu slightly raised his head from the bed and sniffed. His handsome brows furrowed in displeasure. "What's that smell? It stinks."

Song Shi'an was speechless.

He sniffed himself lightly.

It was the smell of barbecue.

What a dog nose. He can smell that too?! What, did he call me over in the middle of the night expecting me to bathe and burn incense first?

"Sorry, President Lu. I rushed over from outside, so I may have picked up some odors. Please take your medicine first," Song Shi'an coaxed.

Lu Mingyu sat up, swallowed the medicine, gulped down some water, and leaned against the headboard to rest.

Song Shi'an tidied up the things by the bed. Seeing that Lu Mingyu had closed his eyes to rest, he said quietly, "President Lu, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"Mm." Lu Mingyu nodded.

Song Shi'an started walking toward the door, unable to stop himself from thinking, What a fussy old master. It's just taking medicine, yet he had to make me come all the way over...

"Wait." Lu Mingyu suddenly called out to him.

Song Shi'an turned around and asked gently, "President Lu, is there anything else?"

"My head still hurts a little. Stay," Lu Mingyu said.

Wasn't he calling him fussy? Then he would be fussy for him to see.

Song Shi'an's face fell, but before this benefactor, he had no way to resist.

He obediently sat down on the sofa nearby.

Lu Mingyu propped himself halfway up and lifted the blanket.

Luckily, he was wearing pajamas underneath.

With his back to Song Shi'an, he said, "Massage it for me."

Song Shi'an was speechless.

Still, he obediently stepped forward.

Though he had never learned how, anyone who had watched an idol drama knew it meant massaging the temples.

He placed his hands on Lu Mingyu's temples and began pressing lightly.

"Didn't you eat? Why are you pressing so lightly?" Lu Mingyu started finding fault.

Song Shi'an increased the pressure in his hands.

Lu Mingyu dodged away. "Are you trying to poke me to death? Why are you using so much force?"

Song Shi'an was baffled.

Why did he feel like his tyrannical CEO was becoming increasingly temperamental?

Taking a deep breath, he put on a perfect smile. "Sorry, President Lu. This is my first time doing this, so I can't judge the right amount of pressure. How about I call a massage therapist over to help you?"

Lu Mingyu said, "Do you think money grows on trees? Doesn't hiring a massage therapist cost money?"

Song Shi'an was speechless.

So he was free labor!?