Jian Ran had been sipping the fresh tea, looking perfectly composed, every inch the Mystical Sect master with everything under control.
But Gu Feng went off script. Before he had even explained himself, he dropped to one knee, looking so bitter and aggrieved that he might have been constipated.
Luckily, Jian Ran had steady hands. Otherwise, the sheer absurdity of it would have made him spill his tea.
"Mr. Gu, what exactly are you playing at?" He set his teacup back on the tray, his languid expression growing a little more serious.
Gu Feng was nothing like those male leads whose intelligence got dumbed down by melodramatic plots. He had broken away from his family to strike out on his own, single-handedly building Maple Blue into a top talent agency in the entertainment industry. No one had managed to shake its lofty position in all these years...
That would have been difficult without some brains and skill.
Besides, Gu Feng had always been intensely goal-oriented, knowing when to bend and when to stand tall. On the surface, he was all laughs, casual and dissolute, but beneath that smile lurked a knife and no shortage of schemes, both open and covert.
What exactly was he after, staging this tea-party ambush today?
Jian Ran frowned, silently trying to work it out.
"Ran, back when you had that epileptic fit-no, when you made that brilliant prediction-you said my grandmother was plagued by a terrible illness because..."
"Because someone was pulling strings behind the scenes," Jian Ran recalled, picking up where he left off. Rolling his eyes, he said coolly, "Now, what was it you said to me then, Mr. Gu?"
"Go be crazy somewhere else. Leave me alone."
"Something along those lines, I believe."
Gu Feng's expression changed at once. With an ingratiating