Feng Rong obediently signed a five-year management contract with the talent agency called Ultimate Simplicity Entertainment.
He had thought they would make him sign a twenty-year contract that tied him down for life.
It turned out they still had some conscience.
"What kind of work will I be doing next?"
Feng Rong was timid, but he still couldn't resist asking.
"Acting. A gay arthouse film," Hua Jian said casually.
Feng Rong's eyes immediately widened.
Although he had graduated from a proper acting program, he had always followed the idol-star route.
It was simply because he was so good-looking. Besides, his rivals had already smeared his acting skills as "utterly worthless."
What was his new boss thinking, making him star in an arthouse film?
As though guessing his thoughts, Hua Jian curled his lips. "I spent tens of millions buying out your contract. Of course I have to get my money's worth."
"Also, do you have any thoughts about those rumors about you online?"
Feng Rong immediately shook his head. What thoughts could he possibly have?
He had already spent three days crying in his apartment.
But he felt certain his new boss had a solution.
"Young Master Hua, why are you so sure I didn't do those things people are saying online?"
Ignoring his expectant gaze, Hua Jian gave a faint, ambiguous smile. "Bullying other people? You look more like the one getting bullied."
Feng Rong: ...
That stung, but Hua Jian was right. Some of those misleading rumors online were partly true.
But Feng Rong was the victim, not the perpetrator.
Hua Jian continued, "Go back to your apartment and pack some clothes. You have a passport, right? Your next film will be shot in T Country. I'll send someone to pick you up at your apartment in two days."
Xie Zhiwei checked the time. "I have something to do this afternoon, so get lunch on your own. Also, don't tell Zhi Yan about starting the company."
A few days earlier, Xie Zhiyan had made a fuss about wanting to start a talent agency, only for his brothers to reject the idea outright.
If he found out Xie Zhiwei had invested in Hua Jian's talent agency, he would probably tear the Xie Family apart.
"Don't worry, Second Brother," Hua Jian said immediately.
Just then, the local express delivery arrived, and Xie Zhiwei soon left.
Hua Jian turned to Feng Rong. "We've recovered your Weibo account, but I don't have the money to handle your PR right now."
Feng Rong's intelligence slowly returned. He asked quietly, "Young Master Hua, you and the gentleman who just left must have a grudge against Chen Rongyi too, right?"
Hua Jian shot him a disdainful glance, and Feng Rong immediately fell silent.
By the time Hua Jian finally managed to send Feng Rong away, it was already afternoon.
Outside Imperial University, Hua Jian ran into someone he hadn't expected to see.
"You?"
It was the man the original owner of his body had spent ages pursuing, willingly acting as his devoted lackey.
Feng Qian's gaze flickered. "Why didn't you reply to my messages?"
Hua Jian raised an eyebrow. "I think I blocked you."
Anger flashed in Feng Qian's eyes. He had come to find him in person, and Hua Jian still dared to put on airs?
But remembering why he had come, Feng Qian decided to put up with it!
"Haven't you always wanted to take me out to dinner? I'll give you a chance. Go book that trendy restaurant on the top floor of Chunmao Tower. I have something to ask you."
Just look at that imperious attitude.
Hua Jian had no patience for him. "Get lost. Stop bothering me."
Feng Qian stared at Hua Jian's retreating figure with wide, disbelieving eyes.
How dared the man who had always followed him around like a dog treat him this way?
By the time he came to his senses, he had already grabbed Hua Jian's arm.
He snarled, "Hua Jian, don't spit in my face when I'm doing you a favor! A toad like you has a crush on me, and it's only out of kindness that I let you trail after me like a dog."
Ever since seeing Hua Jian naked in bed with another man at Haiping Hotel that day, Feng Qian had felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly.
The dull, gloomy dog he knew had actually dared to sleep with a man.
How dared Hua Jian?!
Feng Qian had long since forgotten that he was the one who had tricked Hua Jian into taking the drug that night.
Being grabbed made the hair on Hua Jian's back stand on end.
He immediately pulled his arm free, shoving the unprepared Feng Qian into a stumble.
"Hua Jian! Have you lost your mind? You dare push me?"
Hua Jian's expression turned cold.
"You know perfectly well how Hua Jian used to treat you. You humiliated him over and over, sneering at his sincerity while enjoying everything he did for you."
"Feng Qian, from the night at Haiping Hotel when you tricked Hua Jian into drinking that glass of wine and used him as a tool to curry favor with Shu Yan, he was never going to let you manipulate him again."
"I have a bad temper, and I have even less patience with men."
"If you don't want me to beat you up outside the university gates, stay the hell away."
Feng Qian's face twisted with shame and anger, and he began lashing out recklessly.
"You drank that wine willingly."
"When you drank it, you even promised me you wouldn't touch another man, even if you were drugged!"
Seeing Hua Jian's expression change, Feng Qian grew even more malicious.
"You're filthy, Hua Jian. You wanted to prove your love for me, yet you still slept with another man."
"But let me tell you, even if you stayed pure your whole life, I'd never lay a finger on you!"
"You ugly toad... Ah! Who the fuck is that?"
Feng Qian felt something blur before his eyes, and his feet left the ground. He kicked his legs, nearly losing his mind.
Someone had hoisted him up from behind!
The position was utterly humiliating. He struggled to look back, but before he could see who was behind him, he was hurled violently aside.
Hua Jian froze briefly. "Bo Lin? What are you doing here?"
Feng Qian jolted at the name. Ignoring his pain, he looked over in a fluster and met Bo Lin's cold gaze.
"I sent you messages, but you never replied, so I came straight to the university to pick you up." Bo Lin looked at Feng Qian as though he were already dead. "Was he harassing you?"
Feng Qian couldn't believe it. "You're Bo Lin, the chairman of the Bo Group?"
Bo Lin, the man at the helm of the Bo Group, kept a low profile but was ruthless. He showed no interest in women, and no one had ever heard that he liked men either.
The color drained from Feng Qian's face. The man who had slept with Hua Jian at Haiping Hotel that day was actually Bo Lin!
How could this have happened?
A filthy gutter insect like Hua Jian had actually managed to latch onto Bo Lin?
Bo Lin ignored him and turned to Hua Jian. "Are you all right?"
Hua Jian felt a little awkward. "I'm fine. You really didn't need to pick me up. I could have gone over myself."
[This feels rather like a hero saving the beauty, except our roles are reversed. No matter how you look at it, Bo Lin is the beauty.]
As he amused himself with those thoughts, Bo Lin glanced at him without betraying anything.
"If you're all right, let's go eat."
"Sure."
Feng Qian stood to one side with his head lowered, saying nothing. Hua Jian paused as he passed him.
"Feng Qian, if you don't know what's good for you and come bothering me again, I won't be so nice."
Feng Qian was about to speak, but when he noticed Bo Lin watching him, he shuddered again.
His former lapdog had found someone powerful to cling to, making Feng Qian look like a complete fucking idiot!
He glared at Hua Jian in humiliation and anger, then turned and ran.
Hua Jian: ...
Bo Lin shifted his feet, seemingly casually blocking Hua Jian's view. "Let's go."
Hua Jian came back to his senses. "Okay."
The black luxury car soon disappeared around the street corner outside Imperial University.
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