Wang Xinyang had learned his lesson this time. He no longer tried talking to him, but sat opposite him with his plate and quietly watched him.
Chi Yining: "..."
Feeling that intense gaze on him, Chi Yining was speechless. Was watching someone else eat instead of eating your own food really that entertaining?
Chi Yining could only pick up his pace a little, wanting to escape this awkward scene as soon as possible. He couldn't imagine how suffocating the coming days would be.
Whatever. As long as he didn't speak, nobody would be able to tell he had social anxiety!
Wang Xinyang watched for two or three minutes, then seemed to have finally had his fill and began using his chopsticks too.
The director had interviews scheduled for later. He would find out this young man's name then. He was looking forward to it.
Ten minutes or so later, Chi Yining finished his meal and left without lingering. A notification from the production team popped up on his phone, telling everyone to gather at eight.
An interview. Then... when the time came, he'd play it by ear?
Chi Yining got up and left the dining room, spotting a man in an immaculate suit. What a coincidence-wasn't he the one who had sat beside him at the boarding gate? Why had he only just arrived?
Two bodyguards carried his luggage while a staff member led the way, all looking thoroughly deferential. It seemed this man was someone important.
But why hadn't he waited in the VIP lounge back at the boarding gate?
Chi Yining stopped and waited for them to go upstairs before leisurely heading toward the stairs himself.
From the sofa, Chen Shiyu observed the slipper-wearing young man's every move. How strange. Was he a puppet?
How did he keep his face completely expressionless? Aside from his eyes opening and closing, calling him a mannequin wouldn't have been an exaggeration.
But what was he standing there for? Was he waiting for them to go upstairs and get far away before going up himself?
And the very next second, that was exactly what happened. Wasn't this guy a little too strange...?
When Hu Bing stopped hearing Chen Shiyu speak, he looked up and followed his gaze. It was still that young man from earlier. He certainly liked doing things his own way.
After returning to his base, Chi Yining picked up his tablet and continued working, though he wasn't so confident that he would definitely get any commissions.
Sigh... maybe he should just let the payment go overdue. But what if the debt collection calls went to who knew whom? Forget it. He'd grit his teeth and hang in there.
A dating show... they filmed during the day, so he'd draw at night.
Chi Yining felt so exhausted right then, but he still gritted his teeth. You can do it, Chi Yining! You're the fattest! Oh, no, wrong word. You're the best!
"Mr. Yan, the computer and broadband are all set up, and your clothes are in the wardrobe. The custom bath and skincare products are all in place too. Contact us if you need anything. We'll be on standby around the clock at a nearby hotel, awaiting your instructions."
"Understood."
"All right, we'll leave you to it."
"Mm."
Yan Guiyun watched the two bodyguards leave with deferential manners, his brow furrowing slightly.
Was his mother afraid he'd run off? She'd even sent these two wimps, supposedly to protect him? Weren't they really here to keep watch over him?
Wasn't working perfectly good? Why did he have to find a partner? A partner would only slow the speed at which he drew his sword!
What other domineering CEO had to go on a dating show to find a partner? Wasn't this just giving his rivals something to laugh at?
He truly couldn't understand how his mother's mind worked.
Before he knew it, it was eight that evening.
In weather this hot, Chi Yining had always worn slippers at home in his previous life. In fact, he had worn them practically all year round. But half an hour earlier, Sister Ma had sent someone over with a box of normal people's clothes and three pairs of shoes.
She had also instructed him, "You can't wear your own clothes! Wear what I sent you!"
Chi Yining was speechless. Wasn't your company about to go under? Why were you worrying about my image now...?
After taking a shower, he changed into black straight-leg casual trousers, paired with a plain, loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt and black high-top canvas shoes.
It couldn't have been simpler.
Only after steeling his resolve and forcibly brainwashing himself into believing that the people downstairs were just a bunch of talking papayas did Chi Yining slowly head downstairs.