Some thoughts were best never entertained, or once they took root, they would grow wildly out of control.
Ji Wensheng dug his nails into his palms, letting the pain keep jolting his nerves and reminding him that he might have made the wrong choice.
Shao Yang was not as good as he had imagined. Besides being a celebrity, he was also warm and attentive to everyone. Perhaps he had grown used to indiscriminately turning on the charm to please his elders as a child.
Countless people, both inside and outside the industry, were infatuated with him, including Yan Ningke in the past.
Ji Wensheng had never cared about Yan Ningke before. After all, he knew the man was nothing but a clown.
What he had to contend with were those crazed, devoted fans and the sultry sluts who seized every opening.
And Shao Yang kept making excuses, unwilling to make their relationship public. Although people in the industry tacitly acknowledged their relationship, Shao Yang had never openly acknowledged him as his partner.
Ji Wensheng's gaze grew darker and darker as he watched Yan Ningke.
He never could have imagined that one day, he would be jealous of a simp like him.
"Wensheng, isn't that the Shao family's paralyzed eldest son? How come he's with..."
His friend looked over in surprise. "The rumors were actually true?"
Ji Wensheng forced an unnatural smile. "Yes, I only just found out myself."
His friend glanced at him, suddenly remembering that he and Shao Ke had been childhood sweethearts. Their families had even agreed on a marriage when they were ten. If that sudden disaster hadn't struck Shao Ke's family...
Then now...
"Mr. Shao, Lars won't fetch the ball for me!"
Lars: You tattletale! Fight me one-on-one if you've got the guts!
"Lars."
*Right away,