Song Zhusheng is a child from the countryside. He has excellent grades and has dreamed of becoming an actor since he was a child.
However, this circle is full of money, power, and sex, and his journey has been extremely difficult.
He chose to sign with Zhu Xia because the company was just starting out and didn't have many restrictions.
Small companies have both advantages and disadvantages; the disadvantage is that there are too few opportunities for cooperation.
Therefore, Song Zhusheng was always short of money.
During summer vacation, he received a tutoring job, which he initially thought was just an ordinary part-time job, until he met Fu Xingli in person.
When we first met, he sat on the sofa on the first floor, looking rather reserved.
The boy seemed to have been woken up before he was fully awake. His striking green hair was messy and disheveled. He was wearing a white T-shirt, baggy shorts, and there were marks on his cheeks from pressing his phone against his skin.
The newly adult Alpha is tall and imposing, and every single hair on his head exudes aggression.
He leaned lazily against the armrest, his head drooping, his thin eyelids drooping, exuding a lazy air, yet the way he looked at Song Zhusheng carried a hint of danger.
"Get out," he drawled, his voice slightly hoarse. "I don't lack tutors, I just need a punching bag."
He paused for a second and asked, "Would you be willing to change jobs? Like being my punching bag?"
Song Zhusheng sat on the sofa, his back ramrod straight. He inwardly cursed the ill-mannered Alpha, but maintained a calm expression. "According to the law, if an Alpha attacks an Omega, they will be subject to punishment by the Omega Protection Association and the ABO Court."
The green-haired boy stared blankly for a long time, his tone revealing disbelief. "What did you say? You're an Omega?!"
When they first met, Fu Xingli was so arrogant, but later, when she touched his hand while doing homework, her cheeks turned bright red.
Having recalled this much, Song Zhusheng was too lazy to recall anything further.
Jiang Nan stared blankly at the noodles in the bowl.
Song Zhusheng squinted at him, feeling that something was off about his demeanor.
Although the two are kindred spirits and both academic high-achievers, Song Zhusheng is far more sophisticated than Jiang Nan when it comes to romance.
At the very least, he kissed her on the lips and bit her neck.
While she and her boyfriend were kissing, Jiang Nan was still scrolling through Douyin on her phone, laughing.
Song Zhusheng thought for a moment and asked, "You wouldn't have fallen for your wife, would you?"
Jiang Nan gasped, "Really?"
He was somewhat flustered.
The word "really" almost slipped out, but Song Zhusheng swallowed it back.
Jiang Nan's wife is probably fifty or sixty years old.
Age-gap relationships don't work out.
Song Zhusheng paused for a moment, then said, "That's probably fake. I think your glands are just too active right now."
Jiang Nan nodded earnestly. "I think you're absolutely right."
Jiang Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Given how distinguished, generous, and handsome this big shot is, it's understandable that he'd be willing to buy him such expensive items.
Thinking this way, Jiang Nan regained her cheerful mood.
Looking at the scallion oil noodles in the bowl, I liked them more and more, and finally ate them all up.
The two took several photos together in a small park next to the hotel. The lighting was dim, and the photos had a great atmosphere.
On the way back to the hotel, Jiang Nan specifically picked out two photos and posted them on Weibo, with the caption: [Hahahaha, Little Song and I are here for scallion oil noodles!]
Little Immortal Nan now has at least five million followers, and her Weibo posts instantly generate a lot more comments.
Jiang Nan had expected many people to compliment his looks or physique, so he happily opened the comments section while humming a song.
[You unfilial son! You even know how to post on Weibo?]
[ Auntie Number Thirteen loves you so much, why don't you agree?]
[Can you give Auntie Number Thirteen a chance?]
[An older woman's love is still love, are you discriminating against the elderly?]
[She's lived half her life, and finally found someone she likes, why won't you say yes?!]
I promise you, Grandma.
Jiang Nan closed the comments section expressionlessly, and then locked her phone tightly.
He really shouldn't have paid any attention to those haters.
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The capital city.
A high-end club.
Fu Jingzhou hadn't even finished work when Shangguan Feng called him out to play cards.
Four people, two decks of cards.
At the card table, of the four people, apart from Shangguan Feng and Shen Xingli, the other two were distracted.
Shangguan Feng casually tossed out a pair of fives and said, "I can understand Old Fu's absent-mindedness, after all, his mistress ran away, but Old Qin, something's really off about you."
That simple sentence left Fu Jingzhou speechless.
Shen Xingli couldn't help but ask, "What does 'mistress' mean? Does Old Fu have other wives?"
Shangguan Feng was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Isn't Little Immortal Nan two years younger than Old Fu? So what's wrong with adding the word 'younger'?"
Fu Jingzhou said, "If your Chinese teacher knew, he'd probably fly over to beat you up overnight."
Shangguan Feng snorted coldly, "It's not like you were begging me for the pheromone concealment agent."
Fu Jingzhou, with his long, slender, pale hands, casually tossed out a pair of Queens without saying a word.
Shen Xingli asked curiously, "What do you need the pheromone concealer for?"
Shangguan Feng: "Of course, I don't want his concubine to smell it."
Shen Xingli tossed out a pair of Aces, "What's wrong? Is his pheromone like stinky tofu or snail rice noodles?"
Without a second thought, Fu Jingzhou tossed out a pair of 2s, saying, "Yours is the stinky tofu."
Shangguan Feng sighed, " Old Fu's pheromones will interfere with Jiang Nan's pheromones and cause him to secrete Omega pheromones."
Shen Xingli exclaimed, "What are we going to do now?"
Fu Jingzhou was already in a bad mood, and now he was even less inclined to talk to him.
Shangguan Feng casually tossed another card aside. "What else can we do? Hide his pheromones, of course."
Shen Xingli said, "Pheromone is like pooping; you can't go your whole life without pooping, can you?"
Qin Feng couldn't help but say, "If this line were recorded and posted online, you'd probably lose half your followers."
Shen Xingli clicked his tongue. "You're good at roasting people now. What was wrong with you just now?"
Shen Xingli was already used to Qin Feng's teasing.
His charm was too great; even Qin Feng's runaway wife was a fan of his, a true fan who had watched all his movies and TV series and bought a lot of his merchandise.
"It's not exactly that I'm in a bad mood," Qin Feng said. "It's just that there's something I haven't figured out, and I'm a little frustrated."
Shangguan Feng, ever the gossip, asked, "What's the matter?"
Qin Feng said, "The gold foil in the restroom of Tangerine Food Chronicle has been pried off."
Shen Xingli chuckled, "Who is it? Doing something so underhanded?"
Fu Jingzhou said, "Logically speaking, customers who can Tangerine Food Chronicle wouldn't even look at such a thin gold leaf."
Qin Feng said, "That's what's puzzling me."