Wen Jiu was woken up by the ringing of the telephone.
Wen Jiu groggily turned on the bedside lamp and subconsciously reached out to touch it.
There's no Kumamon, and no clingy big dog.
I only touched the slightly cool, hard phone.
"Hey, Brother Qu..."
"Holy crap! What's wrong with you?"
Qu Feng suddenly stood up, accidentally bumping into a cup on the table, and hurriedly went to steady it.
Wen Jiu was also stunned.
Damn, my voice sounds like I've swallowed several pounds of sand!
"I... I'm fine, Brother Qu, what do you say?" Wen Jiu turned over and buried herself back into the covers.
"Okay." Qu Feng figured that with Bigshot Feng around, nothing was likely to go wrong. He sat down and flipped through his schedule. "The second match is still a week away. Before that, you need to shoot those two commercials, on Wednesday and Thursday respectively."
Wen Jiu patted her fuzzy head, "Today is Sunday, the next performance is... Saturday."
"Yes." Qu Feng finished speaking and couldn't help but tease, "Getting busy now, big star."
The big star Wen Xiaojiu felt a slight ache in her lower abdomen, her eyes were a little red, and her voice was soft and sweet. "I understand, Brother Qu."
Qu Feng felt a sudden numbness in his coccyx.
He stared at his phone, still shaken, confirming again and again that it was indeed that idiot Wen Xiaojiu.
Holy crap, is this kid on some kind of aphrodisiac?!
After hanging up the phone, Wen Jiu checked in on the CP super topic with her alternate account as usual—it was just a casual check while patrolling, and she had absolutely no intention of shipping the CP. Suddenly, she saw several deep red "hot" characters at the top of the trending list.
Minghua Entertainment goes bankrupt# Breaking news
Minghua Entertainment Press Conference# Breaking News
#Where should the artists and employees under Minghua Entertainment go?# Boiling Point
Wen Jiu clicked on the first trending topic without showing any emotion, only to discover that Minghua Entertainment had declared bankruptcy on the very day of his rehearsal, and the company's press conference this morning was now the subject of widespread rumors online.
Wen Jiu really wanted to post a sarcastic comment on Weibo, but her remaining rationality prevailed over her lack of decency.
Wen Jiu exited the Weibo page with a normal expression.
He then saw the message Feng Chi had left for him.
7:35
The pampered wife of a top-tier working-class celebrity: Honey, I made you some porridge, it's kept warm on the table, remember to drink it when you get up.
7:40
The pampered wife of a top-tier working-class celebrity: Kitty kisses. jpg
Wen Jiu: Yo ho!
Where did Feng Chi get such cute emojis?
Wen Jiu casually clicked "save" and replied, "Cat wearing sunglasses nods coolly. jpg"
Unlike typical romance novels featuring domineering CEOs, Bigshot Feng isn't as carefree as the love-struck protagonist. He also has endless work, signatures, meetings, and people to meet every day.
But Bigshot Feng still applied medicine to him, cooked him some porridge, and then left, reminding him to remember to drink it when he got up.
Wen Jiu threw back the covers and got out of bed, supporting her back.
Although Feng Chi still couldn't control his strength last night, Wen Xiaojiu's physical endurance seems to be getting more and more amazing. In addition, with the ointment she got from the old doctor, despite the two of them playing around so late last night, she only feels a little unwell today.
Wen Jiu rubbed her lower back, ladled out a bowl of porridge, sat down, and drank it while thinking.
The theme for the second episode was "traditional Chinese style," Wen Jiu decided to change her style.
After quickly finishing two bowls of porridge, Wen Jiu cleaned up the rice cooker and bowls and spoons, then got up to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Suddenly, two WeChat message tones sounded.
Assistant Caiji: Wife...
The other party retracted a message.
Wen Jiu:???
On the other side, Cai Qing sat in Xu Mingzhuo's CEO chair waiting for someone to bring him lunch. He looked around guiltily, but couldn't find the big boss.
Assistant Caiji: Did you know that the big boss is having a dinner party tonight?
Assistant Caiji: Family banquet, Old Master Feng's 80th birthday.
The Big Boss's Destined Wife: So...?
Cai Qing gritted her teeth. The big boss really hadn't let Wen Jiu know anything!
Actually, back when they got their marriage certificate, the family wanted to find an opportunity to Wen Jiu. This time, it Old Master Feng's 80th birthday, Wen Jiu, as the Feng Family's granddaughter-in-law, should have been present.
The marriage agreement also stated that Wen Jiu would need to help Feng Chi deal with his family.
This is not just empty talk.
However, when Cai Qing mentioned this matter to Feng Chi, Feng Chi sternly refused.
"You should know that was just a lie you told him."
"But... but it wouldn't hurt to go, just to avoid people gossiping."
"Let them say what they want."
The man turned to look at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "If you dare to cause trouble in front of my wife..."
"I don't mind letting them chew their fill."
"Chew it all, then swallow it."
Recalling the man's expression at that time, Cai Qing still feels a little scared.
Just as I was hesitating, the other end called me directly.
Wen Jiu, with her impatient nature, couldn't stand the other party's dawdling and hesitant manner. The moment she answered the phone, she started grumbling. "Like boss, like subordinates! They all act like brides-to-be!"
"And now you're acting all shy?!"
Cai Qing had no idea what strange images Wen Jiu was imagining. "I didn't..." she said shyly.
"Spit it out!"
Cai Qing sat up straight. "Okay."
"It's like this, President Feng has to attend the old man's dinner tonight, it's something he can't refuse, as the big boss's father..."
"Um?"
"... Honey, I was supposed to attend, but the big boss doesn't want you to know. He's prepared to face his family alone!"
Cai Qing paused, feeling wronged on behalf of her boss, "But how can this be? The old man is very stubborn. Most of those people are uncles and elders from collateral branches. In front of elders, how can juniors have the right to speak?"
Remembering Xu Mingzhuo's guarantee, Cai Qing boldly embellished the story, but then felt a little guilty.
"Although, given the boss's current status, he won't suffer much loss, but... but who can guarantee what kind of sarcastic remarks others might make..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaojiu, with his rich theoretical knowledge, instantly imagined his pitiful wife being isolated by the elders of the Feng Family, standing so tall opposite them, her eyes lowered as she endured their insults.
--Exactly the same as being bullied by that Xiao Baga!
No, they might even be weaker, more pitiful, and more helpless!
After all, there are no simple characters in such grand mansions; they are all man-eating wolves and tigers.
Feng Chi, such a delicate and beautiful cat, fell in, and was even a generation lower in rank, wouldn't she be bullied to death?
Damn! My temper flared up instantly!
Wen Jiu slammed his hand on the table, shaking the bowls and chopsticks, which then crashed down with a loud clatter. "Huh?!"
Cai Qing Qingwei's delicate body trembled.
Wen Jiu, as if Feng Chi had already been bullied by those wolves and tigers, roared at the person on the other end of the phone with a voice that shook the heavens and earth, "Anyone who dares to bully my wife is dead, dead!"
Cai Qing huddled in the CEO's chair, trembling, "No, I didn't bully you..."
"... Of course it couldn't be you." Wen Jiu's tone faltered, and her anger inexplicably subsided. "After all, you're just a lowly, lowly Caiji."
Humble Caiji: "... Fine."
It's fine as long as you're willing to go.