Wen Jiu was utterly defeated. "I'm not denying it! Do I, Wen Jiu, look like someone who shirks responsibility?!"
Feng Chi also knew that if he kept teasing him, he might get clawed. He stopped while he was ahead and pressed no further.
But President Feng was a businessman. He would never take a loss. Letting Wen Xiaojiu off verbally didn't mean he wouldn't collect some benefits through his actions.
Now, he held the hand Wen Jiu had clapped over his mouth, his eyes curving in an obedient smile.
Wen Jiu, however, was about to bristle!
Fuck. "Let..."
A wet, ticklish sensation sent an electric current straight from his palm through his entire body. Wen Jiu was ready to drop to his knees before this big shot!
Someone, please give this bastard a shot...
It didn't have to be anything fancy, as long as it brought his horniness down!
Through the rearview mirror, Cai Qing witnessed a sweet, awkward romance, wearing an indulgent smile the entire time.
He nodded in satisfaction, finally catching on, and considerately raised the partition for his boss.
As a qualified assistant, Cai Qing declared that even if his boss wanted to ** with his spouse right there, he would provide the best possible service experience.
Sure enough, falling in love after marriage was the best ship to feast on.
With their relationship official and legitimate, it was sheer bliss.
Wen Jiu turned toward the sound and instantly turned to stone.
Wasn't this... Wen Xiaojiu looked blank. Wasn't this the luxury-car partition reserved for novel heroines and domineering CEOs?
What was Caiji trying to say??!!
Wen Xiaojiu felt his pure soul had suffered ten thousand points of humiliation.
"Cai..."
"Shh." Feng Chi leaned close again, his gaze deep. "This stretch of road is a little bumpy. Don't distract him from driving."
Wen Xiaojiu slowly turned toward the flat, broad asphalt road outside the window: ...
Wen Jiu: soul-leaving-body.jpg
Feng's ace assistant maintained that his driving skills were excellent, and in his head, he had already driven hundreds of kilometers beyond the province and was about to race all the way to Mars.
But Wen Jiu had no attention to spare for any of that. Right now, he was doing everything he could to protect what little decency he had left.
Watching him try to shrink beneath the car seat, Feng Chi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Come sit back up. You'll bump your head."
"No, I'm actually pretty small. I fit perfectly here." Wen Xiaojiu had even abandoned his dignity as a [big] man. Like a mushroom rooted in the soil, he couldn't even be pulled out.
"I-I still have some shame. I can't do car sex. Really."
Feng Chi: ...
Cai Qing, who couldn't see but could hear: ...pfft!
Hahahahahaha, oh my god! What breed of peerless cutie was this?
Who could look at him and resist calling him wifey?
Feng Chi turned his head and laughed, calling him over like a child. "I won't touch you. Come here."
Wen Jiu was dubious.
One sat while the other crouched, so Wen Jiu inevitably had to look up. From Feng Chi's angle, he looked so pitiful that Feng Chi's heart practically melted from the cuteness.
"Really. I couldn't bear to." Feng Chi hadn't forgotten the doctor's instructions from last time. "Actually, I didn't expect your mind to go there either..."
Wen Jiu: ...Fuck, I let my guard down.
Wen Jiu's face went scarlet, and he slowly shuffled back. "Oh."
Yet the moment his butt touched the back seat, a large hand scooped him up and settled him back into Feng Chi's lap.
"You!"
"Don't worry. I won't do anything else," Feng Chi said obligingly. "You're uncomfortable. I'm softer."
Wen Jiu choked at that.
Wh-who described themselves like that?
Seeing the person in his arms lower his guard, Feng Chi's lips immediately curved again.
When Wen Jiu's lips met his once more, his mind went blank.
Clearly, kissing didn't fall under "anything else."
The whole way, Feng Chi acted as though he hadn't kissed anyone in several lifetimes. By the time Wen Jiu got home, his lips were swollen. Curled against the headboard as he called his manager, he sounded a little muffled.
"Brother Qu."
Qu Feng said, "I was just about to contact you. Quite a few endorsement offers have come in, from candy and mineral water to high-end luxury cosmetics brands. Taking reputation and potential quality issues into account, I've narrowed them down to two. I'll send them over in a bit for you to look at."
He had endorsement offers already?
When they spoke yesterday morning, he'd only had two variety show invitations.
"High-end luxury cosmetics brands? Why are there so many?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Qu Feng's laughter was bright and carefree. "You're going to be a star!"
"You've already passed ten million followers!"
Wen Jiu's eyes lit up. He switched over to Weibo and checked: 10.259 million followers.
His Weibo DMs were overflowing.
He had once had over two hundred million followers, yet seeing his follower count pass ten million still excited him.
Even though he knew his current following wasn't yet solid.
Still, this was already a very good start.
"Brother Qu, there'll be more and more from now on."
"I believe that!" Qu Feng sounded a little excited too. "You'll definitely stand at the very top!"
Wen Jiu's expression briefly froze.
His former manager had said that to him too.
"Ahem!" The voice on the other end interrupted Wen Jiu's thoughts. "All right, enough chatter. Your top priority is to prepare properly for your performance. The variety show starts airing in a week."
"I'm sure President Feng has already told you. I'll send you the schedule and details later. President Feng has the contract, so remember to go sign it with him."
"Work hard in class and prepare well."
After hanging up, Wen Jiu received his class schedule for the coming week.
Vocal practice in the mornings, posture and dance training in the afternoons.
The location was the thirty-second floor of the Starlight Entertainment building.
Rehearsal was the day before the competition.
Feng Chi finished cooking the congee and brought it into the bedroom. Seeing Wen Jiu's serious expression, he roughly guessed what was going on.
"Have some congee first." Feng Chi sat on the edge of the bed, blew on a spoonful until it cooled, and fed it to him. "There's still time to prepare tomorrow."
Wen Jiu had still been sulking at Feng Chi, but Qu Feng's interruption had made him forget all about it. He took a mouthful from Feng Chi's hand, chewed, swallowed, and even asked, "Have you had any?"
Warmth filled Feng Chi's heart. He shook his head. "After you finish."
How could that do?
Wen Jiu put down his phone and insisted he have some too. Feng Chi made a few token protests before the bowl and spoon were snatched away.
He had only fed him one spoonful, and now Wen Jiu was the one holding the spoon.
They took turns eating, getting more when they finished. Breakfast was a clingy, cloyingly sweet affair.
While caught up in affection, he hadn't felt anything, but the moment he put down the bowl, belated shyness washed over him. Wen Jiu kept his head down and played on his phone, still feeling a little embarrassed.
It's all Feng Chi's fault, Wen Jiu thought silently. This man had sidled up like a puppy, then looked so languid and content after being fed that it was impossible to stop.
Who wouldn't want to feed him a few more bites?
Wen Jiu pinned the blame on the man without a shred of guilt, hummed twice, and opened the document.
Qu Feng had just sent over the details of the endorsement brands. One was for Delicious candy, and the other was for the established luxury cosmetics brand Brahma Charm.
Wen Jiu had only been offered one of its product lines: the Blazing Flame Pure Charm lipstick series.
The candy was an established brand with widespread national recognition; although Brahma Charm's lipstick was a luxury product, its price wasn't outrageously high. It was within reach if one scrimped and saved.
Qu Feng's judgment and ability were beyond question. Wen Jiu had no objections, and they arranged to sign contracts with the brands' representatives three days later.
Actually, Wen Jiu understood perfectly well. Feng Chi had probably caused such a stir this time that the brands that had been watching from the sidelines were now leaning toward working with him.
People outside were surely speculating about his relationship with Feng Chi too.
Wen Jiu was long accustomed to online gossip and didn't take it to heart.
People discussing him wasn't a bad thing. At least he had buzz. As long as he could deliver work and stage performances, he could establish himself in the entertainment industry.
Clearly, his fans thought so too.
Compared with those inconclusive speculations, another issue was worrying his fans.
@Wen Jiu, wifey, could you change your automatic reply?
@Wen Jiu, wifey, give us a peep when you see this! You're trending again and again and again!
Just then, a message from Qu Feng popped up. He opened it to find an eighteen-second voice message.
"Wen Xiaojiu, you're really something, huh? Can't handle even a little praise, can you?
Go change your automatic reply for Weibo DMs right now. You haven't even signed the contract for that luxury brand endorsement yet!
Don't cause trouble for me!
Your image! Watch your image!!!"
He sounded like he was scolding a naughty child who had misbehaved again, both exhausted and angry.
Just a moment ago, he had been so warm and gentle.
Utterly bewildered, Wen Jiu opened the trending list, where he was confronted with-
#Wen Jiu unhinged literature#
#Wen Jiu unfilial son I'm your daddy#
Wen Jiu: ???