At Starlight Entertainment, Qu Feng received a call invitation from Wen Jiu. Distracted from a pile of documents, he asked, "Hello?"
" Brother Qu, tell me!" Wen Xiaojiu exclaimed excitedly, "We transmigrated from a book, right?"
Qu Feng: "... Huh?"
"Wife," Feng Chi pulled her back with a headache, "It's a transmigration story. I misremembered earlier."
Wen Jiu: "No, you said that without any emotion. You're definitely lying! I want you to accept your defeat convincingly!"
Feng Chi, whose lies are always tinged with deep affection: Hmm?
Wen Jiu gave a brief explanation, and Qu Feng, having overheard the conversation between the two opposite him, realized what was going on and lied Heartless qualms.
"Yes, it's a transmigration story; they came from reality."
"I knew it! Was it 'Entertainment Circle: The Obsessive Boss's Top-Tier Canary'?!"
Qu Feng: Pfft--
"Huh, what is that?"
"Entertainment Industry: The Obsessive Boss's Top-Tier Canary!!!"
"Ah, yes, cough cough cough... yes, yes."
Wen Jiu, who is usually a bit silly, suddenly became incredibly quick-witted, speaking in a way that almost made the people on both ends of the phone who knew the situation unable to keep their composure.
" Brother Qu must have arrived before me. You know my abilities and believe I can improve, so you never gave up on me. That's why you came along when I signed with Starlight Entertainment."
" Yu Qing and Shen Yu transmigrated after they died. I secretly asked them if that was true, and they nodded in agreement."
"As for Feng Chi, he's a fan of mine, which is why he saved me when he found me at the banquet—after all, my appearance hasn't changed."
"In the original world, Feng Chi was always too repressed and restrained, and somewhat withdrawn. As the saying goes, either you perish in silence or you become a monster in silence. After transmigrating, taking advantage of the fact that I didn't recognize him, he became bold and unrestrained, completely unleashing his true nature."
Wen Jiu grumbled, her eyes practically screaming, "So this is the kind of person you are."
Feng Chi pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, not exposing the flaw in his wife's logic.
For example, why does he look exactly like the "original owner"?
For example, why did he and Qu Feng end up traveling through time?
But after listening to Wen Jiu's analysis, Feng Chi became even more certain that, at least in the short term, Wen Jiu would not remember the ending of her previous life.
As long as you haven't remembered, that's fine.
Feng Chi hopes that his little sun can still carry his passion to one stage after another that he loves.
The boy he loved should have been passionate and radiant.
Thinking this, Feng Chi reached out and pulled Wen Jiu over, about to lean in and kiss her, when another question suddenly came crashing down on him.
The third question: Why do you always keep things from me?
"..."
Qu Feng coughed lightly on the other end of the phone and then mute himself and went offline.
"... I was afraid it would affect your match." Feng Chi softened instantly, obediently burying his head in Wen Jiu's chest, his voice muffled, "I didn't mean to."
"This time it wasn't intentional, but what about last time?"
Feng Chi:...?
"I'm asking you, is Li Peiqi still alive?"
Feng Chi nodded obediently, "Alive."
He died.
In his past life, Feng Chi was too soft-hearted and failed to properly deal with Li Peiqi after she harassed Wen Jiu a couple of times.
This will sow the seeds of future problems.
This time, he won't leave any trace.
Where?
"He went abroad." Feng Chi said seriously. "I told him to get lost."
Wen Jiu nodded in relief, then asked, "Where's Lin Shuheng?"
"Banned, forced to leave the country."
That's true. In his previous life, Wen Jiu became famous too quickly. After Lin Shuheng was taught a lesson and stopped causing trouble, Feng Chi didn't take him seriously. But unexpectedly, he also jumped out to leech off others, gain popularity, and smear others.
He didn't do anything else but continue to stir up trouble, engage in tea ceremonies, and offer well-intentioned "clarifications" online, saying ambiguous things.
For example, he was said to have been unsociable, short-tempered, looked down on others, often disappeared, and acted like a big shot... Even former teammates couldn't stand it, and when he returned from the Feng Chi, he was so angry that he shot him with ten bullets.
It was at that point that the other party, in desperation, revealed who was behind them.
This time, unable to find the madman domestically, Feng Chi decided to take a long-term approach and search overseas.
Lin Shuheng is the perfect bait.
" Universe Entertainment, Banana Entertainment, and that TV station's director... what about all the investors and bosses I've offended over the years? Have you started targeting them all lately?"
Feng Chi looked up and asked cautiously, "Is it not allowed?"
In his past life, with him around, those people failed. But when the wall falls and everyone pushes it down, how could they be innocent?
Wen Jiu:...
"It's... it's alright." Wen Jiu was at a loss for words, taken aback by his pitiful puppy-like tone. "You... you should take it easy, just don't go too far."
After saying that, he clarified, "I didn't mean what you said, nor did I distrust you or want to interfere with your decision, it's just, it's just..."
Wen Jiu lowered his head, his face gradually heating up under Feng Chi's increasingly intense gaze. After muttering a few words, he couldn't help but say, "I'm a little worried."
Smack!
I was suddenly kissed on the left cheek.
"It's not much, just a little bit of worry! Just a tiny bit!" Wen Jiu hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face, turning her head away, stubbornly insisting on finishing her sentence.
"You know, we're already married, and I've never been mean to you or anything..."
Smack!
"Yes, is there anything we can't discuss together...?"
Smack!
"..."
Wen Jiu bristled in anger, Feng Chi's eyes flashed.
After a brief silence, Wen Jiu's brain, which had been stuck, suddenly restarted, and as if her butt was on fire, she suddenly jumped up on the spot!
"Um... I'll cook when it's lunchtime!"
"Your headache has just subsided, so lie in bed and rest for a while. I'll take care of you!"
After saying that, she slipped on her slippers and ran outside.
Feng Chi suppressed a laugh, then called out loudly, "Wife--"
A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded, and two seconds later, the door opened, revealing a furry head peeking in. "What?"
The man sat obediently on the bed, his smile a mixture of innocence and lust, "I was wrong."
"From now on, I will never hide anything from you again."
I'll tell you everything.
"So..." Feng Chi tilted his head, every strand of his black hair swaying with a soft, innocent charm, "Please forgive me, okay?"
If marriage is a game, Wen Jiu would definitely be the first to jump out and report his partner, shouting it three times to tell everyone:
He fouled! He fouled!! He fouled!!!
Holy crap! Wen Jiu grabbed a handful of her ahoge (cowlick), slammed the door shut, and hurriedly left.
This time, I almost tripped over the corner of the door.
When someone was standing in the kitchen making soup, Wen Jiu stared blankly at the bowl of ingredients for a long time before belatedly realizing what was happening and silently blushing.
Does what he did count as sleeping with fans?
Wen Jiu put her hand to her mouth and rubbed her nails, pacing nervously back and forth in the kitchen, muttering to herself.
"I guess so?"
"No way? We're married."
"But it's fake!"
"Who says it's fake? It's written in black and white, stamped and documented!"
But... he really is my fan!
"How could he be my fan? He's a big shot... But he's also my wife, the married one!"
"I've even bought the ring!"
"..." Okay, that seems to be true.
Wen Jiu suddenly stopped, put the spatula on the cutting board, and haphazardly reached for the ring in her pocket.
As my fingertips traced the smooth, wavy lines inward, touching the two slightly rougher English letters on the inner layer, the softest part of my heart seemed to be gently touched, and my heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
Only when the bubbling sound of boiling soup came from the pot Wen Jiu hurriedly put away her wedding ring and lift the lid to check on the soup inside.
A moment later, from the kitchen, filled with the aroma of cooking, came the boy's slightly arrogant muttering—
"So what if you sleep with fans...?"
Since we've already slept together, what can the fans do to me even if they find out?
Can't my wife even sleep?
snort.