In the end, Wei Zijin hadn't agreed to the "personal chauffeur" proposal.
"Both my assistants have licenses, and they're good drivers. I don't need you following me around every day. Honey, wouldn't it be nice to take a break for a while? Once we start our own media company, you'll have plenty to keep you busy."
Her reasoning made sense, but her stance was clear. Wang Xiaoliang couldn't very well keep insisting, so he found himself with nothing to do.
That morning, he bought Wei Zijin breakfast, ate with her, and saw her to the door.
Once he cleared the table, there was nothing left to do.
His phone vibrated. Nuomi had sent him a message on WeChat.
"Brother Liangliang, how come you haven't been around these past few days? The boss has asked about you twice."
Leaning back on the couch, Wang Xiaoliang typed with one hand, "No car. Can't be bothered making the trip."
Nuomi replied instantly. "If you really don't have a car, you can borrow my little Tesla for as long as you want. I barely use it anyway. I run to and from work every day now. I'm cutting body fat."
Wang Xiaoliang smiled and replied with two words: "No need."
The other end went quiet for a few seconds, then another message popped up.
"If Zijin's jealous, though-what an honor. A gorgeous superstar, jealous of a little rice ball like me? I could brag about that for the rest of my life."
Then came another message.
"No worries. Once your relationship's rock-solid, we brothers can get together again. Brotherhood doesn't depend on being together day and night."
The corner of Wang Xiaoliang's mouth twitched as he read it. He replied, "So you're the real Zhang Fei, huh? Always looking to swear brotherhood."
Nuomi: "No.