Wen Jiu remained blank-minded the entire time, her mind a complete void.
After being placed on the bed, he hurriedly pulled the blanket over himself, raised his hand, and said righteously, "Esteemed benefactor, please wait a moment!"
Feng Chi raised an eyebrow, took off his coat, threw it on the sofa next to him, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar.
Wen Jiu hurriedly covered her eyes. "That's not what I meant! I meant, I meant..."
The sound of wind breaking and the rustling noise made Wen Jiu secretly part her fingers.
Unsurprisingly, I saw the man's beautifully defined V-line and abs.
Wen Jiu:!!!
Wen Jiu's eyes widened instantly. He swallowed hard, his face flushed, and stammered, "I was clearly talking about your pure thoughts and noble soul!"
Feng Chi let out another low laugh.
She took his hand and placed her palm on his abs.
"And now?"
Does this place appeal to you?
While complaining, "What are you doing?", Wen Jiu honestly touched himself, inwardly wiping away tears.
Wow, this feels absolutely amazing!
He lifted the hem of his shirt, looked down, and sighed bitterly.
Why are there such big differences between abdominal muscles, even though they are the same type?
Feng Chi took a deep breath, his gaze unfathomable as he looked at the person completely unaware of the danger, and asked in a restrained voice, "Baby, do you like it?"
Wen Jiu nodded repeatedly.
"I was wrong, I'll never call you a flirt again." Wen Jiu was incredibly envious. "You have the looks to back it up."
Feng Chi leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Wen Jiu. Wen Jiu instinctively leaned back, forgetting about her abs, and said with a flushed face, "W-what are you doing?"
"I'd also like you to try other places," Feng Chi said, "I don't know if you'll like them."
If Wen Jiu hadn't reacted by now, he would be a fool. Without saying a word, he turned around and scurried towards the bed, moving incredibly fast!
However, Feng Chi reacted even faster, scooping the person up in his arms and carrying him towards the bathroom.
Wen Jiu was so desperate to save his life that he abandoned all pride and begged for mercy while clinging to the person.
"I'm talking about abs! Only abs!... I'm so angry!"
The bathroom door closed, the showerhead turned on, and the sound of rushing water masked the faint sobs. Wen Jiu struggled frantically, from her initial high spirits to her gradual compromise, and then to crying and begging for mercy with red eyes. When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, her legs were as weak as noodles.
He wrapped himself up tighter, then, on a sudden inspiration, said, "I'm sleepy, I need to rest!"
" Brother Qu told us to get some rest!"
Feng Chi retorted with his own words, "But I remember someone saying he's fine and doesn't need to rest."
"I have something to do!" Wen Jiu was almost in tears. "I need to rest!"
Feng Chi smiled and squeezed his hand. "But I haven't even started yet, and you haven't said whether you like it or not, or what you like about it."
"I love it! I love it all!" Wen Jiu hurriedly raised her hand to answer, not daring to hesitate for even a second, "As long as it's you, I love it all!"
Feng Chi nodded, then leaned closer with satisfaction. "If my darling likes it, then I'm relieved."
"You touched Qu Feng 26 times and hugged Meng Xiao 9 times, for a total of 27 minutes."
Feng Chi Chixue Wen Jiu count, his method was clear and logical, but when he counted, Wen Jiu flustered.
"They counted the names of other men in the car; there were 15 in total. After getting out, they left me standing in the car for two minutes."
Wen Jiu's pupils dilated in shock, her face contorted with a "Are you even human?" expression. "What do you mean?"
Feng Chi smiled sweetly, but her actions were anything but hesitant. "It means I miss you."
A week has passed since the brief live broadcast before the last variety show recording. The official Weibo account issued a notice postponing the broadcast by one week and urgently inviting others to re-record. Starlight Entertainment Studio also issued a statement: Wen Jiu canceled the recording due to scheduling conflicts, and her subsequent schedule will be kept confidential for the time being.
Two days later, fans finally couldn't hold back any longer and started asking questions under the official Weibo accounts of Wen Jiu, Qu Feng, and Starlight Entertainment:
Where is my wife? Have you seen her? Is she still alive?
[My darling wife, meow when you see this~ I missed you so much!]
Qu Feng upon seeing the message:...
He was getting a little frustrated when he talked about it. A week had passed, and even Lin Changfeng Shen Qianshan, and Feng Yuan had recovered, Wen Xiaojiu still hadn't come out!
At first, he could calmly gossip a bit, make a phone call to inquire, and express sympathy.
As time went on, the expression on his face changed several times, and now he looked like he was about to explode!
Qu Feng was puzzled. "A man, a normal man, I mean a normal man, I don't mean anything else—can he fucking take that long?!"
Lin Changfeng glanced at him indifferently and continued chatting with his own child.
He replied somewhat perfunctorily, "Don't worry about it. The young couple came back from such a dangerous place, and they rarely have the time and energy for this. Shouldn't we let them catch up?"
Qu Feng expressionlessly pushed his phone in front of him; it showed a bright red 99+ (likely referring to a number of users).
Lin Changfeng:...
" President Lin, my private messages, phone calls, and text messages have been flooded!"
Qu Feng scratched his head, and two more strands fell out. He caught his breath, looked at his boss with a broken expression, and said, "If this continues, I'll have to resign due to illness."
"What illness?" The little one agreed to have dinner with him tonight, and Lin Changfeng grinned like it was free, casually sending a loving kiss emoji. "Menopause?"
Qu Feng: "..."
Qu Feng, the newly appointed art director and top agent of Starlight Entertainment, finally went mad in the first month of the new year.
And she was delighted to receive a three-day menopausal leave from her immediate supervisor.
When this pillar of the company angrily left with his bag, all the department heads and onlookers came out to try to stop him, and Meng Xiao even reached out her hand to Er Kang, feeling both amused and exasperated.
" Brother Qu! Brother Qu, calm down!"
"I'm very calm." Qu Feng adjusted his glasses with his index finger, his smile chilling. "I've already found a new owner. I'm just waiting for Starlight Entertainment to go bankrupt, then I'll run away with that troublesome little brat."
Meng Xiao's words of persuasion rolled around in her mouth, and she asked blankly, "Can I take you with me?"
Qu Feng smiled, "Of course."
Ministers & onlookers. "..."
Fortunately, a phone call from Wen Xiaojiu finally brought this absurd drama to an end.
"Where's that little vixen? Isn't she bothering you?" Qu Feng returned to his office, sarcastically remarking, "You still have the energy to make phone calls?"
Wen Jiu glanced at the doorway; the little imp had gone to cook.
He pleaded, "... Brother Qu."
Qu Feng snorted coldly, ultimately showing his concern for his own child.
Wen Jiu nestled on the plush belly of the teddy bear, her eyes filled with tears and the corners of her eyes red, looking like a delicate flower that had been ravaged.
"I want to go back to work."
Qu Feng sighed and asked in a fatherly tone, "You still know you need to resume work?"
Wen Jiu said aggrievedly, "Sob."
"Young people should be mindful of moderation and not work day and night... Sigh, never mind, I'll send you the schedule later. There's something important I need you to do now."
Wen Jiu nuzzled the doll's chin. "What is it?"
"Immediately, right now, get yourself ready and start the live stream." Qu Feng suppressed his anger. "If you don't show up soon, my fans will be crawling all over my bed!"
"Hurry up, get it over with," Qu Feng urged. "Remember to turn on the camera to prove you're not dead, you're still alive."
"Let me tell your fans first," so they can bother you.
Wen Jiu: "..."