Feng Chi's expression was cold. "Don't forget your promise."
Wen Jiu shakily raised his hand. "Did I do something wrong?"
Feng Chi raised a hand to rub his brow. His head hurt.
Bigshot Feng really wanted to tell Wen Jiu outright that, as a married man, he needed to uphold his male virtue, but he feared saying it would affect his career in the spotlight.
Feng Chi knew all too well how heavy the pressure of public opinion could be. He didn't want to brand Wen Jiu with the Feng name.
Wen Jiu was going to become a dazzling star someday. Feng Chi hoped that when people mentioned Wen Jiu in the future, the first thing they thought of would be his achievements.
Not his being the wife of the Feng Group's chairman.
Feng Chi said, "As a public figure, you need to have boundaries of your own and be mindful of your influence. You can't just go along with whatever the viewers say."
The viewers camped out in the livestream stayed quiet as chickens.
Understanding dawned on Wen Jiu. "Oh-"
Feng Chi said, "You're not allowed to do anything indecent, much less set a bad example for the children. Understand?"
The "children" played deaf and dumb.
Wen Jiu nodded. "Mm-hmm!"
The boy was so well-behaved that Bigshot Feng felt completely reassured. "That's all. Go have fun."
He hadn't considered the matter of showing off abs before. Once he got back, he would definitely add a clause to the agreement-
Party A was not permitted to expose his body in front of anyone other than him, including but not limited to his abs, thighs, waist...
Wen Jiu: ...
Feng Chi had arrived looking thunderous and left thoroughly satisfied, even leaving Wen Jiu a gift before he went.
The spaceships cost a hundred thousand yuan each, and Feng Chi tipped thirty of them. The livestreaming platform only allowed ten per transaction, so Bigshot Feng clicked three times without batting an eye.
The top-tier VVVIP effects were spectacular, blinding every impoverished working stiff watching, Wen Xiaojiu included.
The fans could barely speak anymore: [W-wife, what exactly happened between you and Feng Chi??? Are you really okay?!]
[Why do you two feel so much like a sugar daddy and his little lover???]
[Son, listen to Mommy. Feng Chi isn't someone you can mess with. Come back!]
[Wife, don't sign any dodgy agreements! Don't let anyone do weird things to you, sob sob sob.]
Wen Jiu: ...
If he ever got driven out of the entertainment industry by the entire internet, not a single one of these fans would be innocent.
Mourning their idol was bad enough, but they were even spreading rumors about him!
Wen Jiu wearily lit a cigarette. "Are you sure you aren't anti-fans?"
Right now, he really wanted to throw that agreement in his fans' faces and loudly retort, "Look closely! This is a marriage agreement! Not some weird canary contract!"
"Feng Chi is my wife! My very own wife! My darling wife who'll run into my arms and cry for comfort when someone upsets him outside!"
"We're going to hold hands and spend our whole lives together! Even when he gets old and loses his looks and nobody wants him, I still won't turn my nose up at him!"
Canary, my ass!
Don't spout nonsense when you don't know anything. Hmph!
But... remembering how Bigshot Feng hadn't breathed a word about it just now, Wen Xiaojiu gradually lost steam.
Feng Chi probably doesn't want people knowing about our relationship, right?
After all, I'm too embarrassing right now...
That's okay!
Wen Xiaojiu soon perked up again, feeling full of drive. "Say whatever you want. Just wait and see. I'm definitely going to become the man at the top of the entertainment industry!"
First, I'll win every kind of award, then pull Bigshot Feng into my arms and kiss him like crazy! Until his lips swell!
Then I'll snap away and shock the whole internet!
Wen Jiu proudly planted his hands on his hips: Hiahiahiahia.
The fans: ...
Who was this ridiculous little dork with delusions of grandeur?
[Big ambitions. Whether he has the ability is another matter.]
[Him? Hahaha, not to brag, but any one of our Hengheng's performances could put him to shame.]
[Take a look at what you are before talking about standing at the top of the entertainment industry. More like you can't get out of some sugar daddy's bed!]
Wen Jiu: ???
Where did this dumbass come from?
Wen Jiu looked bewildered. His fans flew into a rage.
[Who let their dog get loose?]
[Must've run out of food at home, so they came here to eat shit.]
Wen Jiu: ... You're the shit.
[Just look at Lin Shuheng's kidney-deficient face. Obviously he's been sleeping around too much. Does he have a single performance worth showing off? And you dare come here running your mouth?]
Seeing the dumbass's name finally reminded Wen Jiu that such a person existed.
Lin Shuheng was Wen Jiu's former groupmate and current rival.
Before the group disbanded, he had constantly latched onto Wen Jiu and sucked his blood. Afterward, he had become even more blatant about stepping on him to climb higher. Even after Wen Jiu fell on hard times, he still clung to him alone like some mangy dog, refusing to let go. Disgusting!
Most likely, Lin Shuheng had now goaded his fans into coming to the livestream and biting people at random, too.
Wen Jiu rolled up his sleeves, furious.
But his enraged fans gave their idol absolutely no room to act, continuing their relentless barrage-
[You're going to make Daddy die laughing. Who's really the one who loves climbing into beds?]
[People with filthy minds really do see filth everywhere. Their idol tosses them a bone and they come wagging their heads and biting people, then assume everyone else is an animal like them!]
[You dare say our Wen Jiu can't get out of bed? Then who are you looking at right now? A ghost?]
[Wife can get up and keep livestreaming for work. What about Lin Shuheng? Hahaha, has he fainted again to play the delicate little thing?]
[Let him pretend. Brainless elementary school brats love watching that stuff anyway.]
[Who are you calling elementary school brats?]
Wen Jiu was losing it. What do you mean, "he can get up and keep working"?
Don't you people know to clear things up?!
I'm not a rent boy!!!
[Heh, fans really do take after their idol. You're all equally foul-mouthed!]
[I'm dying laughing. Finished your homework? Memorized your lessons? And you still dare run your mouths here? Go study, hahahaha! You don't even realize you're being used as a weapon!]
[Idiots!]
The battle in the livestream raged fiercely. Unable to bear the strain, Wen Xiaojiu finally gave the camera a warm, sunny, professional smile. "Today's livestream really hasn't been all that lovely~"
"Take your time chatting. This humble servant is heading out first. Bye~"
With that, he ignored everyone's reactions and ended the livestream.
Wen Jiu: The world is finally quiet.
His fans might have been formidable fighters, but their aim really wasn't good enough.
Once they went wild, their specialty was indiscriminate attacks.
They'd barely done anything to the rival before nearly gunning down their own idol!
Wen Jiu flung himself onto the bed and rolled over gloomily.
With a sharp crack, he threw his back out!
Wen Jiu: ...
Meanwhile, Lin Shuheng, who had still been secretly lurking in Wen Jiu's livestream, looked thunderous after being singled out and cursed by his fans for so long.
He was just about to buy a water army to curse them back when the screen went black. That washed-up nobody had actually ended the livestream!
"Fuck!" Lin Shuheng slammed his phone onto the table and unleashed a torrent of shouting at the manager beside him. "How the hell are you doing your job? Didn't you say you'd send him to President Li's bed?! How did you let him latch onto Feng Chi instead?!"
And now he could even livestream, full of life!
Fang Yun couldn't resist rolling her eyes at him as she idly fiddled with her freshly done nails.
"How should I know? My people watched him drink that glass of wine. Who knew his body could resist the drug that well? Even in that state, he still knew to go straight to Qu Feng."
"He was just lucky. He didn't find Qu Feng, but ran into Feng Chi."
As she spoke, she glanced at him blandly. "If Feng Chi really has taken a fancy to him, you, me, and the person behind you-none of us will get away."
A trace of malice flashed through Lin Shuheng's eyes. "Then won't it be fine if I steal him away?"
Anyway, once I make my move, that brainless, hotheaded idiot Wen Jiu won't stand a chance against me.
"As long as you understand." Fang Yun handed him a booking notice to look over. "According to my information, both you and Wen Jiu have been invited onto this livestreamed variety show, and the Feng Group and the Li family are both investors this season."
"You know what to do."