Caring for Idiots Is Everyone's Responsibility

Hua Jian's explanation saved Bo Lin the trouble of giving one himself.

But a million was really too much.

Although Hua Jian loved money, taking so much without having done anything made him uncomfortable.

After thinking it over, he said, "How about paying me twenty percent first? Of course, it's fine if you don't pay now, either."

Seeing this, Bo Lin didn't insist. He transferred two hundred thousand to him through WeChat.

"There's a transfer limit, so I sent it in two installments. Accept them."

"Oh."

The young man's profile was strikingly handsome. Today, he wasn't wearing those bulky black-framed glasses.

From Bo Lin's angle, he could see his finely shaped nose and slightly furrowed brow.

His thin lips moved faintly, his expression serious yet a little puzzled, as though something had stumped him.

But he was still undeniably beautiful.

Something flickered in Bo Lin's eyes. He pressed his lips together and turned to look out the window.

The morning rush hour was already over, and the car soon reached the location where Bo Lin planned to open his exhibition hall.

Hua Jian was a little surprised. He turned to him. "You're opening an exhibition hall in such a prime location?"

Rich people really did whatever they wanted.

This was the busiest shopping district in the Imperial Capital, less than a hundred meters from Baoning Street, where the H House store that Hua Jian had once sold a watch to was located.

Directly across the street stood the Imperial Capital Television Station. Celebrities often came here to record shows, and foot traffic was heavy.

"It's just a storefront."

All the shops on Baoning Street and this street belonged to the Bo Family. One had happened to become vacant when its lease expired.

Jiang Kai had reported it to Bo Lin, who had taken the opportunity to keep it.

Bo Lin said, "Let's go inside."

Meanwhile, a young man with a gloomy expression emerged from the Imperial Capital Television Station across the street.

It was Shu Yao, who was training there.

He had gotten the opportunity to train at the Imperial Capital Television Station through Qin Ci's connections.

At first, Shu Yao had been dismissive of going to the television station.

But to his surprise, after he posted about it on WeChat Moments, everyone in his class had been incredibly envious.

For that little bit of envy alone, Shu Yao was willing to come here whenever he wasn't busy.

He stared at his chat history with Qin Ci. In the past, Qin Ci had been the one fawning over him, sending so many concerned messages that he couldn't reply to them all.

But ever since their visit to UP, Qin Ci had been lukewarm toward him.

Scrolling up, he found that all the questions had come from him alone.

After all, his training at the television station was coming to an end. The older schoolmate Qin Ci had asked for help was about to be transferred, which meant Shu Yao would no longer be able to get into the Imperial Capital Television Station unless he contacted Qin Ci again.

Shu Yao tightened his grip on his phone, disgusted by Qin Ci's deliberate playing hard to get.

But he had no choice but to reach out to Qin Ci again, and he hated that.

"Shu Yao, what are you doing here?"

Suddenly hearing his name, Shu Yao looked up, then smiled. "Zhi Yan, what a coincidence."

Seeing Shu Yao smile without a trace of resentment, Xie Zhiyan felt both happy and ashamed.

Ever since his eldest brother and Second Brother had refused to give him money to start a talent agency, Xie Zhiyan had felt too ashamed to face Shu Yao.

"Shu Yao, I'm really sorry. I couldn't do what I promised you."

Shu Yao's eyes were full of sincerity. "Zhi Yan, don't blame yourself. Yan was only joking about the talent agency."

Xie Zhiyan grew anxious. "But I heard Shu Yan has already inherited an Entertainment Company from your parents, while they haven't given you anything! You're their biological son!"

The smile on Shu Yao's lips stiffened slightly. He thought Xie Zhiyan was an idiot.

Since he knew Shu Yan had one and he didn't, it was bad enough that he hadn't found a way to give him one-why bring it up to his face?

Xie Zhiyan regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Shu Yao must have been deeply hurt by his parents, yet he had gone and brought it up like a moron.

He hastily changed the subject. "Shu Yao, what are you doing at the television station?"

An idea stirred in Shu Yao's mind. He timidly raised his eyes to Xie Zhiyan. "Zhi Yan, could you help me?"

Xie Zhiyan's heart ached and tingled. Poor little Shu Yao. A surge of heroic resolve filled him. "Don't worry, Shu Yao. I'll definitely help you!"

Shu Yao immediately broke into a smile of relief.

Meanwhile, Hua Jian accompanied Bo Lin through all three floors, taking pictures of the walls and asking what style he wanted.

He already had a rough concept for the mural.

Bo Lin was busy. When Jiang Kai called, the two of them walked out of the storefront.

"Where are you going? I'll drive you."

After hanging up, Bo Lin noticed Hua Jian looking at something. He followed his gaze and saw only a man sporting a bizarre mop of multicolored hair.

Bo Lin asked, "Is that your friend?"

Hua Jian came back to his senses. "More or less. I already have an initial idea for the mural. Once I get back, I'll make a sketch for you and revise anything you don't like. How does that sound?"

Bo Lin nodded. "All right."

"See you later, then. Thanks for breakfast today. I owe you another round of drinks!"

The young man waved and left. Only after Cui Peng called to him did Bo Lin get into the car and leave.

By the flower bed in front of the Imperial Capital Television Station, Xie Zhiyan was basking in Shu Yao's admiring gaze when a voice interrupted him.

"Third Brother!"

"You?"

Shu Yao looked over curiously, then froze.

He had seen this man before-the bartender at the UP Hotel.

That day, when Cui Zhao dragged him into the restroom, Shu Yao had seen Qin Ci go over to this man with his own eyes.

Displeasure rose in his heart, along with a faint trace of jealousy.

This beautiful man was UP's rising star. Could Qin Ci's coldness toward him lately have something to do with this man?

"Zhi Yan, who is this?"

Shu Yao looked at Hua Jian with curiosity and innocent naivety.

Before Xie Zhiyan could answer, he heard Hua Jian's thoughts again.

[Shu Yao has gone in and out of bars with those men so many times. He must have seen me plenty of times, too.]

[So what's with that innocent act? Is he getting ready to make snide remarks about me working part-time in a chaotic place like a bar? Implying I'm dirty, too?]

Hearing him bad-mouth Shu Yao again, Xie Zhiyan couldn't help getting angry. "You..."

"I remember now. You're the bartender at UP. Customers often order expensive bottles from you."

"Zhi Yan, how do you know him? And he even calls you Third Brother." For the first time, Shu Yao grabbed Xie Zhiyan's arm.

Xie Zhiyan's expression stiffened.

[Look at that. Shu Yao really is a master of backhanded digs.]

"That's right, I work part-time at UP. Selling bottles is great. My family cut off my cards, so I have to earn my own money. Third Brother, when you have some cash to spare, give me a little spending money, will you?"

Shu Yao immediately grew wary. This shameless man was actually asking for money?

To maintain his pitiful yet pure and innocent persona, Shu Yao had never dared accept gifts from any of his suitors!

How dare this little bitch?

With Shu Yao holding his arm, the contact of their skin sent Xie Zhiyan's heart fluttering.

Remembering that he had actually misunderstood Shu Yao because of Hua Jian's thoughts just now, Xie Zhiyan immediately snapped at Hua Jian, "What money? Get lost!"

[Caring for idiots is everyone's responsibility. Is that fool Xie Zhiyan about to become a sucker again?]

[Seeing Shu Yao at the Imperial Capital Television Station tells me he must have been unable to reach Qin Ci and had no choice but to ask Xie Zhiyan for help.]

Hearing this, Xie Zhiyan suddenly felt immensely pleased.

Shu Yao hadn't mentioned that to him at all!