Found a job

Lin Fengmian woke up to find he had become Song Su's lover, and his dad hauled him into the study for a round of loving discipline.

"Can't you find a proper job? Do you have to become a household name this way?" Lin Qixiu really had to hand it to his youngest son. He was usually so quiet, but whenever he did something, he made a huge splash.

Lin Fengmian blinked. Even after being lectured for a while, he still had no idea what he was being lectured for. "What did I do? I'm home every day. I haven't done anything."

Blame had fallen straight out of the sky and landed squarely on his head. He was innocent, all right?

Only then did Lin Qixiu remember that he had been too angry to explain the whole story to his youngest son. "Did you go on a show as a guest backing singer?"

Lin Fengmian nodded. What was improper about that?

"You've gone viral."

"Impossible," Lin Fengmian countered immediately. "I stood in the shadows the entire time. I didn't even show my face. Even if I went viral, nobody would know who I was. The production team wouldn't dare reveal my name or whose son I am without my permission, unless they don't want to keep making their show."

"At most, some faceless guy in the shadows went viral. Did Mom expose me?"

Lin Qixiu said nothing. Sometimes, having a son who was too clever wasn't necessarily a good thing.

He cleared his throat. "I can't exactly lecture your mom."

Lin Fengmian gave his dad a thumbs-up. You really are a model husband. "Well, if you're done lecturing, I'm leaving."

Lin Qixiu could do nothing about his shameless youngest son either. He waved weakly. "You still need to find a proper job. Otherwise, your blind dates will keep going nowhere."

Lin Fengmian waved. His dad actually knew his blind dates failed not because he lacked a proper job, but because he never felt a spark.

But adults always liked to find a reasonable explanation for failure, to comfort and convince themselves.

Then they put him through the wringer.

Only then did Lin Fengmian remember Chen Mu's call. After thinking there was a fire, he had run downstairs, come back upstairs, and forgotten about it. When he went to get his phone, he found that Chen Mu had already ended the voice call.

He had switched to texting him.

[You're award-winning actress Song Su's son?!]

[Oh my god, no wonder you have such a great voice. It's hereditary.]

[All the videos of you suddenly got taken down across the internet. Don't tell me you're one of those legendary crown princes.]

Lin Fengmian laughed. He had actually guessed right. Grinning, he sent a reply.

[I'm just a man of leisure.]

While his dad was still in office, he was a little crown prince. Once his dad stepped down, he would be nothing.

The glory was only temporary. Lin Fengmian had never let it blind him.

Or rather, none of the Lin Family's children had let it blind them. They still lived low-key lives.

Chen Mu replied quickly.

[My instincts tell me you're lying.]

[Haha, it's true. I haven't even found a job. I sleep at home every day. My dad was just lecturing me about finding a proper job.]

Chen Mu rubbed his chin, thinking of the music store where he had interviewed that day. Too lazy to type, he called him directly. "Can you play? I interviewed at a music store today. They're hiring teachers, but I didn't pass. If you're interested, I can refer you."

"Sure." Lin Fengmian had been wanting to find a job so he wouldn't always be hanging around under his mom's nose. Too much of that could spark her temper, and once she got angry, she would open fire on him.

As soon as Chen Mu hung up, he sent him the address and contact details.

Lin Fengmian entered it into his navigation app and discovered that the music store wasn't far from the Xia Group building, just two bus stops away. That area was where white-collar workers employed in Shengjing's central business district lived. It had comprehensive amenities and plenty of large, upscale shopping malls, and naturally, no shortage of extracurricular classes for children.

The next day, Lin Fengmian dressed neatly and had the driver take him there.

Since Chen Mu had said it was a music store, he had even made a point of wearing a white shirt and casual dress pants to look like a pianist. Instead, the owner told him, "We're hiring a drum teacher."

Lin Fengmian undid his collar button, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the drumsticks, and launched into a fluid solo. As he played, he looked at the owner, his large eyes seeming to speak as they asked whether he would do.

The owner's name was Huang Yaqin. After graduating with a degree in piano, she had opened this music store straight away and had been running it for over a decade. Her drum teacher had just resigned, so she needed to hire someone, but the vacancy had been posted for a long time without anyone being hired.

The main problem was that their music store was in a bustling part of Shengjing. Rent alone in the residential complex behind it was at least twenty thousand, while the salary they offered was only eight thousand-not even enough to rent a place.

As a result, the more she looked at the outrageously pretty young man before her, the more pleased she became. "I didn't expect you to be so good with instruments. All right, you've passed the interview. We provide the five social insurance plans and housing fund, and your take-home pay after tax will be eight thousand. Meals and accommodation aren't included. You don't need to come in every day; the work is mostly on weekends. As you know, our students are all little kids. They have school during the week and don't have time to come during the day. If someone books a lesson from Monday to Friday, you can come in. If nobody books, you don't have to come. Does that work for you?"

Eight thousand seemed about the same as what he had earned in the band back then. The main thing was that the hours were flexible. "Sure, let's go with that. Do I need to come in every day?"

Delighted, Huang Yaqin printed out the contract and signed it with Lin Fengmian. "Tomorrow happens to be Saturday, so come in to officially start work. We open at nine. We do have a one-week trial period, though. If things don't work out within that week, we may have to terminate the contract. That's all written in here. But don't worry, even if the trial doesn't work out, we'll still pay you for those seven days."

Lin Fengmian had read the contract before signing. Every clause was impeccably drawn up. It was clearly a labor contract someone with legal training had prepared for Huang Yaqin.

It wasn't some generic template downloaded at random from the internet, nor was she one of those legally ignorant bosses who inserted whatever unfair clauses they pleased.

"All right, I'll come back tomorrow, then. Let's add each other on WeChat."

They added each other on WeChat, and Lin Fengmian glanced at the sky. If he took a taxi home now, he would definitely hit the evening rush hour. By the time he got home, he would probably have passed out from hunger in the cab. He might as well stay at Xia Qinghe's place, which would also make getting to work tomorrow easier.

It was an awkward distance from here to the Xia Corporation building-too far to walk, too close for a taxi. But that was no challenge for Lin Fengmian. He found a shared bike, scanned the code, and set off.

There was a shared-bike parking spot right below the Xia Corporation building. It couldn't have been more convenient.

With his hands behind his head, Lin Fengmian strolled inside. The security guards didn't even try to stop him when they saw him. He scanned his face, and the gate let him straight through.

He took the president's private elevator directly to the top floor.

"Open the door."

The alloy door didn't budge.

Lin Fengmian clenched his fists. That bastard still hadn't changed it back!

"Dear Mianmian wants the door open."

The alloy door slid open with a swish. Lin Fengmian stormed inside and ran into Xia Qinghe, who had just come out of the bathroom. "Oh, you're back. Why do you look like you've been overindulging? Those dark circles are really heavy."