When Wen Jiu's manager, Qu Feng, received his call, he was already frazzled by the trending searches online.
Last night, knowing Wen Jiu's knack for causing trouble, he hadn't even dared to log into his main account!
And what happened?
Hadn't he still offended a big shot and been taken away? And left him with this enormous mess!
The moment he saw "Wen Xiaojiu," Qu Feng's expression darkened, and he launched straight into a barrage. "You little brat, think you can fly on your own now?"
Wen Jiu: ...
Feng Chi, holding the phone: ...
That familiar voice instantly reminded Wen Jiu of those difficult days under his manager's rule, when even eating a spicy strip required cover from three sides, yet he would still be chased all the way to the bathroom before barely managing to get it into his mouth...
"You even dared to mess with the chairman of the Feng Group! How many lives do you think you have to throw away?"
"I must've had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to pick up a useless thing like you!"
Wen Jiu ducked his head and stole a terrified glance at the big shot.
Afraid his manager's foul temper would anger the big shot, he hurriedly ventured in a timid, soft voice, "Brother Qu..."
"Don't." The man on the other end seemed truly furious. Just from his voice, Wen Jiu could picture him raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not worthy."
Wen Jiu's nose stung.
"You've really kicked an iron plate this time, Wen Xiaojiu. I can't save you."
"If you make it out alive..." Qu Feng paused before finally saying wearily, "Come to the company and terminate your contract."
There was no staying at this shitty company that never lifted a finger anymore. At worst, he would pack up and leave with his troublesome artist.
Staying here brought nothing but aggravation.
Wen Jiu: QAQ
"Brother Qu, don't abandon me yet. I've already thought of a solution."
Wen Jiu's phone was in Feng Chi's hand, so he could only lean close to the big shot to speak to the man on the other end.
Although he had no idea why the man insisted on using his crappy, laggy phone instead of his own, and then held it without saying anything-
Wen Jiu couldn't worry about that now.
He huddled pitifully beside the man and explained into the phone, "I've already agreed to marry Feng Chi. He won't do anything to me. Don't worry about the trending searches either. Just wait for the buzz to die down."
After all, the "love-hate entanglements" between him and his sugar daddy investors played out practically every so often. The netizens were used to it.
As long as he kept Bigshot Feng happy, everything else could be worked out.
Qu Feng said, "...What, what did you say?"
Was he hearing things?
Or had the world gone fantastical?
Wen Jiu said, "I'm getting married."
"..."
"Brother Qu, Brother Qu... Hello?"
The other end suddenly went silent, and Wen Jiu started to panic.
He instinctively clutched the man's wrist, supporting the back of his hand with his other hand, and leaned close to listen, asking worriedly, "Brother Qu, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Something had indeed happened to Qu Feng. He felt he needed an ambulance bound for heaven.
But Bigshot Feng was delighted. The youth held his hand tightly, hanging onto him like a soft, delicate little thing, nestling so close that his heart felt soothed and wonderfully comfortable.
Feng Chi cunningly enjoyed that warmth and softness in silence for a moment before gently patting the youth's back to reassure him. Bending down, he told the manager on the other end, "I'll come over personally in a little while."
Qu Feng jolted, nearly throwing his phone away.
Come over personally?
To do what?
Terminate the contract? Or kill someone??
Had he just scolded Wen Xiaojiu? Fuck, the big shot wouldn't hold a grudge, would he? He had scolded his wife, after all!
But Wen Xiaojiu had caused trouble! This little brat caused trouble every other day. What was wrong with giving him a scolding?
Wait, what trouble had Wen Jiu caused again???
Feng Chi hung up, abruptly cutting off the manager's frantic voice on the other end. "Wait, you-"
The big shot tossed the phone back to Wen Jiu and commented with a frown, "This phone doesn't work well."
Why else would there be a delay on the call? He had already hung up before the voice came through.
As a gentleman who had received an elite education from childhood, Feng Chi would not allow this situation to happen again.
So he told Wen Jiu, "I'll get you a new phone."
Wen Jiu gladly accepted. "Thank you, big shot."
Wen Jiu thought the big shot simply couldn't stand it and was giving him a phone out of charity, afraid he would embarrass him when he went out in the future.
But when he took the latest-model phone, worth as much as a car, from the assistant, he froze completely.
Feng Chi asked, "What is it?"
Wen Jiu said, "This phone..."
The man leisurely took out the same model and asked, "Don't like black and gold?"
Wen Jiu hastily shook his head.
This was the model the big shot used, and he had gotten one for free. How would he dare say he didn't like it?
Besides-
Wen Jiu gently stroked the smooth back of the phone with his fingertips, thinking that the big shot had pretty sophisticated taste.
It's really pretty.
Feng Chi was going to help Wen Jiu handle his contract termination and instructed his assistant to pick him up.
Before leaving, he specifically told Wen Jiu not to wander off and to contact the driver if he needed anything.
From what the big shot said, he would have to move in with him.
Wen Jiu nodded and solemnly promised that he wouldn't run away. After all, he was a responsible, honest, promise-keeping, kindhearted good man... blah, blah, blah.
After Feng Chi left, Wen Jiu made a few circuits of the spacious single-floor apartment and grew restless. He thought he might as well use the big shot's absence to go pack up his things at his rented place.
Maybe he could transition straight into work once his contract was terminated?
Wen Jiu hesitated over and over, afraid the big shot would misunderstand and think he was abandoning him and running away again. After some thought, he decided to leave a note explaining where he was going.
But the moment he stepped out of the room, he met the eyes of four black-clad bodyguards.
Wen Jiu: ...
Dressed in a loose shirt and trousers, the youth tremulously clung to the door, his gaze unfocused, looking so frail that a breath of wind might knock him over.
The men in black looked straight ahead, their eyes bright and alert.
At that moment, Wen Jiu really wanted to ask Bigshot Feng a question.
Since he distrusted him so much, why the fuck had he bothered deceiving his feelings?!
The bodyguards didn't understand the situation. They only knew that this extremely delicate-looking youth was the boss's wife. The boss had ordered them to keep an eye on him, but also required them to fulfill his every request.
So, after a moment's hesitation, one of the bodyguards stepped forward, intending to politely ask whether the youth needed their help.
But before he could speak, the youth, as frail as a willow in the breeze, instantly shrank back inside, and then-
"Bang!"
Even the floor seemed to shake.
"..."
Fuming, Wen Jiu tore up the note he had left and threw it into the trash, then paced back and forth with his arms folded, cursing under his breath.
For some reason, Bigshot Feng always had a knack for making Wen Xiaojiu forget his status, position, and terrifying aspects and want to pin him down and beat him up.
Wen Jiu was a workaholic.
Even now, injured and utterly exhausted, his urge to work was stirring restlessly.
Just as he was planning to secretly stir things up on Weibo, his kind, adorable, warmhearted fans delivered a pillow to their sleepy idol.