"So the thing between you and President Gu is real?" his manager asked.
"What thing? What's going on between him and me?" Wen Yu asked back.
If nothing was going on, why had he gotten into the man's car? And why had he been smiling like that?
His manager was speechless.
So he told Wen Yu what people in the industry had been saying about him lately, then offered a suggestion. "Since you and President Gu are the real deal, you won't have to worry about those nobodies anymore."
"You know what this industry is like. Plenty of people flatter the powerful and trample on the weak, chasing anyone with influence. With someone backing you, both your opportunities and connections will move up a level. Dating President Gu could help you a lot."
At that, Wen Yu's happy expression darkened.
He instinctively took out his cigarette case and drew out a cigarette. Just as he was about to light it, Gu Zheng's nagging reminders suddenly popped into his mind, stopping his hand.
Licking his lips, Wen Yu put the cigarette back in its case, took a deep breath, and looked out the window. "There's nothing between him and me. Don't spread rumors."
His manager: "..."
"Tell me honestly. Was President Gu the one you slept with during your last heat?" his manager asked.
Wen Yu said nothing.
"Look, don't be so stubborn. You've already slept together, you don't dislike him, and he's willing to stand up for you. Isn't that a good thing? For you, and for your sister..."
"I don't want to use his feelings to do those things," Wen Yu interrupted.
His manager opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but seeing his resolute expression, he let it drop.
The days that followed were no different from before.