The moment Lin Shuheng accepted the invitation, Feng Chi received the news.
His assistant, Cai Qing, dutifully reported, "Mr. Feng, the fish has taken the bait."
The man had just finished discussing the termination of Wen Jiu's and Qu Feng's contracts and was leaving Minghua Entertainment. At those words, he gave a slight nod. "Tell Xu Mingzhuo to move faster."
For daring to lay a hand on Wen Jiu, merely losing a layer of skin would not be enough to call things settled.
Better to strip out their bones and rip out their tendons, to make them repay the principal and interest, along with the debt from his previous life... a thousand times over!
The man curled his lips coldly and sneered. "Tell Xu Mingzhuo he needn't hold back at all. I'll bear all the consequences."
Cai Qing hurried after him and opened the car door, shuddering at the chill in his superior's voice. "Understood."
Xu Mingzhuo was the executive president of the company's headquarters, the chief executive granted authority by Feng Chi. He held control over its day-to-day operations and management, and his methods came straight from the big boss-as ruthless as his own.
It seemed the big boss was truly angry this time.
Throughout the drive, the atmosphere in the back seat remained oppressively terrifying.
Sitting in the front passenger seat, Cai Qing cautiously peeked at the big boss through the rearview mirror.
The man leaned languidly against the leather seat, his eyelids half lowered as he quietly gazed out the window.
No one knew what he was thinking.
The man had naturally cold features. Only the alluring red mole at the corner of his eye tempered that chill somewhat. Coupled with the gentleness he deliberately put on in front of Wen Jiu, it had given Cai Qing the illusion that "the big boss finally seemed a little human."
In truth, cold-blooded indifference was etched into his very bones.
Only in front of that young man could he show a trace of warmth.
Once home, Feng Chi stood outside the door until the chill about him had dissipated. Only then did he dare turn on the lights and enter.
The lighting was distinctly cool-toned, yet with another person in the house, it somehow felt a little warmer.
The man's dark expression suddenly relaxed when he saw the mound on the bed.
The coldness in his eyes vanished. He walked closer and raised a hand to tap the little hill on the bed.
His thin lips curved slightly, and a faint laugh escaped his throat.
"Want to be a guest on 'Secluded Paradise Diaries' next Monday?"
Something wriggled beneath the covers. A hand emerged shakily, accompanied by a feeble voice. "I'll go..."
A mere back injury could not stop Wen Jiu, the former top-tier entertainment-industry worker, king of kings of the grind, male Tractor-ski, physically impaired but unyielding in spirit.
Forget one variety show-he could make it through a dozen bookings!
Feng Chi: ...?
The controversy online was still ongoing, Wen Jiu's contract transfer still needed time to go through the procedures, and a mountain of company business awaited Feng Chi's return. But everything had to take a back seat to Wen Jiu's health.
On the way to the hospital, Wen Jiu lay in the spacious, comfortable luxury back seat, his waist held and massaged by the man. Feeling a little uncomfortable, he tried to turn over, only to be easily pressed back into the man's arms.
"Don't move around."
Wen Jiu hesitated. "Boss, can I ask a question?"
Feng Chi disliked that form of address. "Before you go record the variety show, we'll get our wedding photos taken. Since it's inconvenient for you to go out, I'll have Cai handle the arrangements."
Wen Jiu nodded, readily adapting. "Okay, wifey, can I ask you a question?"
Feng Chi said, "...Go ahead."
Wen Jiu asked, "As a domineering CEO, why don't you have a doctor friend?"
That doesn't fit the domineering CEO setup, Wen Jiu thought. If his girlfriend gets sick, does the domineering CEO have to huff and puff as he carries the female lead to the hospital?
"Domineering CEO Feng's" mouth twitched.
At that moment, Feng Chi dearly wanted to crack open his silly wife's head and see what on earth was inside!
Feng Chi lowered his eyes, and Wen Jiu tilted his head up, his peach-blossom eyes clear, sincere, and brimming with a thirst for knowledge.
The sounds of traffic outside were faintly audible.
A long while later, the man's low, helpless sigh came from the back seat. "Read fewer novels."
The man was only sweet and lovable in bed. Out of bed, no matter how gentle his tone, he was still somewhat intimidating. Wen Jiu shrank back, not daring to ask any more questions. "Oh."
Did I scare him?
Feng Chi frowned in frustration.
He was used to treating people coldly, and Wen Jiu's arrival had caught him so completely off guard. With what had happened today on top of that, his emotions had spilled out, and he could not rein them in right away.
But the thought that he had been harsh with the person he yearned for made Feng Chi miserable.
Feng Chi closed his eyes and cursed himself inwardly. Keep this up and you'll scare him away, idiot.
No one would like you like this.
Wen Jiu closed his eyes, intending to take a short nap. As his consciousness grew hazy, he heard the man earnestly explain, "I don't have a doctor friend, but I have a buddy who runs an entertainment company. I'll introduce you later."
Wen Jiu immediately perked up again. "Yes, please!"
Someone who runs an entertainment company must know loads of gossip!
"Also, the specialized knowledge in novels isn't necessarily accurate. Sometimes the setup needs to be simplified. You can't take it seriously."
Wen Jiu silently went, Oh-
Lesson mislearned, lesson mislearned!
Wen Jiu looked up. The man's eyelids were lowered, and the neon lights outside the window shone on his stern profile, somehow making it a little less cold and a little softer.
From this angle, the tear mole at the corner of his eye seemed even more seductive.
Wen Jiu's Adam's apple bobbed restlessly as he thought, The boss isn't as hard to get along with as I imagined.
Noticing the young man's relaxed expression, the man finally smoothed his faintly furrowed brow.
Let's leave it at that.
Best if I can keep up the act for a lifetime.
After arriving at the hospital, Wen Jiu suddenly felt capable again.
He politely declined both Feng Chi's sack-over-the-shoulder carry and his princess carry, insisting that he was a grown man and could manage. Bracing himself against the wall with his back held stiff, he limped toward the attending physician's office.
Behind him followed Feng Chi, exasperated and helpless to stop him, and... a whole group of expressionless, black-clad bodyguards.
The attending physician was an old man in his fifties wearing reading glasses, with a little silver already showing at his temples. Yet he was vigorous, with bright, alert eyes. He was reportedly very experienced and looked quite dependable.
But the moment he opened his mouth, he nearly sent Wen Jiu to the afterlife on the spot!
The old doctor merely glanced at Wen Jiu's waist, then looked at the tall man beside him, meeting his slightly nervous gaze.
He asked calmly, "If I may ask, does your butt have any other uses?"
Feng Chi: ...?
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