That question really was rather intrusive...
So please don't ask it!
The old doctor clearly paid no attention to the brat's reaction and advised him earnestly, "Young people need to practice moderation, or you'll suffer for it when you're old..."
Wen Jiu: No, I didn't! Let me explain!
"Take your pants off. Let me see if you're hurt."
Wen Jiu instinctively tugged his pants up, embarrassed and mortified. "You've misunderstood. I'm straight..."
The old doctor was halfway through writing the prescription. At that, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, thinking, Looking like a flower in full bloom, and you call yourself straight?
Who are you kidding?
But out of consideration for the young man's pride, he still replied unhurriedly, "All right."
Something about the old doctor's unruffled gaze made Wen Jiu's ass clench.
It was as though he had seen right through him, from head to toe!
The old doctor sat back down and continued without looking up, "I'll prescribe a spray. Remember to have your boyfriend massage it after you spray it on. It's nothing serious. You'll be fine tomorrow."
Wen Jiu said, "He's not..."
Feng Chi took careful note. "All right."
Seeing that he was reasonably cooperative, the doctor's expression visibly improved. He ignored a certain little tsundere's struggles and turned to Feng Chi instead.
"His xx is probably injured. Help him check when you get home. I'll prescribe a tube of ointment. Remember to apply it on schedule."
Feng Chi asked, "About how many days will it take to heal?"
"That depends. As long as it stops hurting." After saying that, the doctor couldn't help offering more troubled advice.
"As his boyfriend, you need to pay more attention to your partner's feelings instead of only thinking about getting yourself off. Be thorough with the preparation, and clean up afterward, or he could develop a fever. Also, try not to have sex too frequently."
Wen Jiu: ...Can you really just say that out loud?
Feng Chi said, "All right."
Wen Jiu was practically numb. What could he say? A big shot really was a big shot. He could keep a straight face even at a time like this!
In all his years of consultations, the doctor rarely encountered such an attentive partner. He couldn't help patiently explaining a great deal of professional care advice. Feng Chi's cheeks grew slightly warm, but he still took careful note, nodding in acknowledgment of each point.
On the way back, Wen Jiu moved into the Disney Castle his curling toes had dug out, his expression one of serenity beyond all worldly concerns.
Turning to the man typing in his phone's notes app, he offered this assessment: "I think you can stop running whatever companies you have and become that old doctor's student instead. He'd definitely love you and want you to carry on his legacy."
Feng Chi: ...
The trending topics had been taken down, but the speculation about Wen Jiu hadn't stopped.
As with the many, many "predecessors" before him, netizens were all guessing how Feng Chi would suppress this pitiful nobody who had offended countless powerful investors.
His fans, meanwhile, were so worried they could neither eat nor drink, and begged their idol to livestream every day as proof that he was still alive.
Wen Jiu, upon seeing the comments: Heh.
He wouldn't be touching livestreaming again anytime soon.
After terminating his contract with Minghua Entertainment, Wen Jiu's contract was transferred to Starlight Entertainment, a renowned entertainment company that had produced countless stars.
Starlight Entertainment's president was Feng Chi's buddy, the walking repository of gossip in Wen Jiu's eyes-
Lin Changfeng.
After learning this, Wen Jiu was eager to meet him and see whether he could bring his manager, Qu Feng, over too.
Perhaps he had seemed too enthusiastic, because Big Shot Feng appeared rather unhappy and kept putting it off.
Wen Jiu was a little frustrated.
After spending several days together, Wen Jiu had completely revised his opinion of the author's "obsessive, yandere big shot." He discovered that this man really was full of good qualities.
Not only was he beautiful, but he was also attentive, considerate, and good at looking after others. With outsiders, he was decisive, commanding, and capable, yet he was especially gentle with him.
Occasionally, he even liked to act a little spoiled. Shoulder squeezes, back pounding, waist massages-he could do them all. His hands were incredibly deft.
Aside from a little germophobia and obsessive-compulsive behavior, practically everything about him struck Wen Jiu right in the heart.
Wen Jiu: Suddenly, I feel like I've come out ahead...
But what was this about not letting him meet his friend?
Hadn't he promised to introduce them?
Wen Jiu said, "Feng Chi, we need to have a proper talk."
At the time, the man was packing Wen Jiu's luggage. Hearing this, he paused and tilted his head up slightly to look at him.
Wen Jiu was leaving tomorrow to film the variety show. Extremely reluctant to part with him, Feng Chi had coaxed and pestered him into letting him pack his luggage. Feng Chi had thrown away all the clothes brought back from the rental apartment a few days earlier and secretly replaced them with clothes he had bought.
Wen Jiu pulled up a novel page with one hand, intending to use it as background audio. Catching sight of the pale blue denim overalls in his hands, he narrowed his peach-blossom eyes.
"What is that you're stuffing into my suitcase?"
Feng Chi held it up for him to see, his expression innocent. "Long sleeves and long pants. The weather's getting cooler, and temperatures are low in the countryside. I'm worried you'll catch a chill."
Wen Jiu said, "Why don't I recognize them? Are those my clothes?"
Feng Chi obediently nodded.
Wen Jiu was about to get out of bed to check whether Feng Chi had secretly thrown out his clothes again, but the man folded the clothes and put them away first, his expression not slipping in the slightest. "You just said you wanted to talk. About what?"
"Oh, that." As Wen Jiu spoke, he drew back the foot he had set on the floor. "You said you were going to introduce me to Lin Changfeng. Why are you going back on your word?"
"I wanted to get some entertainment industry gossip and learn a bit about what's going on."
Feng Chi's hands paused slightly. "...You only wanted to meet him for gossip?"
Wen Jiu found a novel and replied while reading the synopsis, "Not just that. I also wanted to see whether I could get Brother Qu's contract transferred over-after all, I'm his only artist. He's been dragged down by me all these years. Things haven't been easy for him..."
Qu Feng had originally been a top manager at Minghua Entertainment. He had made several celebrities famous and had plenty of resources at his disposal.
But over the years, because of Shen Nian'an, almost all those resources had been snatched away by others. The company had once pressured Qu Feng to give him up and manage newcomers instead.
Yet for some reason, Qu Feng had insisted on protecting him, to the point that his relationship with the company had now turned very ugly.
Of course, that wasn't the most important reason.
Whether by coincidence or not, his manager in the real world was also named Qu Feng, and the two were very similar in personality and the way they handled things.
They were also among the few people who treated him sincerely.
"Qu Feng is willing to transfer over with you. The paperwork is already being processed," Feng Chi said helplessly. "I told you before."
Wen Jiu said, "Huh? Right, I think you did mention something like that."
He suddenly felt guilty.
"As for that buddy of mine, he's no good." Feng Chi checked the suitcase one last time to make sure all the basic necessities were packed, then began packing his own luggage.
Wen Jiu noticed nothing amiss. Instead, he immediately perked up. "Oh? How so?"
"Lin Changfeng grew up pampered and privileged. He's proud and has picked up some of the bad habits rich young men have. His womanizing is common knowledge. I'm afraid he'll trick you."
In truth, it was because Lin Changfeng was very handsome and adept at reading people, making it easy for others to grow fond of him.
Even though they were close friends, Feng Chi still had to be on guard.
Especially since Wen Jiu always looked so interested.
How could Feng Chi dare let them meet?
Listening to Feng Chi's description, Wen Jiu instantly pictured Lin Changfeng-
A wealthy, dashing young aristocrat, a scoundrel who toyed with countless girls' hearts before walking away with ease, a shrewd hunter who was amorous yet cold-hearted.
He passed through a myriad of flowers without a single leaf clinging to him.
Tsk, tsk. That was pretty compelling.
Wen Jiu hadn't expected much from this person, but after hearing Feng Chi's description, he suddenly became interested.
He wanted to meet him and see just how flirtatious and fickle he was.
A refined scoundrel?
Seeing Wen Jiu's sparkling eyes, what was there for Feng Chi not to understand?
He had shot himself in the foot. How utterly stupid!
The man's expression darkened.
Wen Jiu said, "When can we all go out for a meal? We have to meet sooner or later."
"Feng Chi, what do you think?"
Feng Chi didn't say a word, but the noises he made while packing grew louder and louder.
The man's entire being radiated, "I'm angry, very angry. Stop talking and come coax me!" Yet Wen Jiu, that hopelessly straight man, didn't notice at all. Instead, as though he had tired himself out talking, he rolled farther onto the bed and opened the audiobook page!
The next moment, a deep, magnetic male voice, somewhere between a young man's and an older man's, slowly emerged from the phone-
"Bu Qing had never imagined that he would become pregnant with Gu Wenzhi's child."
"Three whole years had passed since that unforgettable night. When he set foot on this land again three years later, there was already a soft little white dumpling by his side."
Excitedly tossing his phone aside, Wen Jiu grabbed the large Kumamon and hugged and nuzzled him, the soft plush making him so comfortable that he purred.
In his ears was the exclusive voice narration built into the latest phone system, and the male pregnancy content clearly conveyed one piece of information:
He! Wen Xiaojiu!
Had finally found an authentic domineering CEO romance novel in another world!!!
Wen Jiu was excitedly about to share this with Feng Chi when his arms suddenly felt cold, and Kumamon was tossed aside.
Wen Jiu: ???
The big fluffy bear was gone, and a large, overbearing yet aggrieved puppy pushed his way into his arms.