Chapter Sixty-Six But I Have a Godfather

Song Nian'an wanted to be a slave to money for once! The banknotes were practically rolling out of her eyes.

His expression at this moment had completely betrayed him, and Liu Xiangwan was very satisfied.

The company only set a signing bonus of 2 million yuan for him, after all, it was a small-scale investment. What heights could a small-time internet celebrity livestreamer reach?

With so many streamers on the platform eager to become famous, Song Nian'an is just one more.

But when Liu Xiangwan saw Song Nian'an, he changed his mind and offered a higher price.

"Mr. Song Nian'an, the faster the cooperation, the better?"

Song Nian'an nodded in agreement.

They then discussed the specific time for signing the contract and future development plans. Liu Xiangwan then asked about the most taboo question for celebrities—their romantic history.

To put it bluntly, it's called "dirt."

Previously, he had seen many marketing accounts and Shen Zhuangyue's fans cursing him on Weibo, and he had also heard some of his dirty secrets. As his agent, he knew how deep the water was in this industry. If he didn't understand his artist's background, he wouldn't be confident that he could protect him at a critical moment. After all, the bet he placed on him was equivalent to his own career.

Liu Xiangwan slowly spoke, "Since we are already in a cooperative relationship, Nian'an, you should be honest with me about your relationship problems. After all, gossip reporters can write a melodramatic story about anything in the entertainment industry."

Yes, Song Nian'an knew. He was confused for a moment, then an idea struck him like lightning. "Actually, my situation is indeed a bit complicated. What's said online is all fabricated out of thin air, but I have a godfather who is the president of a company and treats me extremely well. Not only is he powerful, but he also has a huge family business behind him."

Liu Xiangwan froze. A smart person's mind works quickly. Many clues connected: godfather, president, internship at Wen's Group. The fact that the godfather was Wen Jing was immediately clear, even though Song Nian'an hadn't said it directly from beginning to end.

He asked tremblingly, "Then your godfather... will stop you... from signing a contract and debuting like this?"

"Of course not! I want to work hard to make money, reach the pinnacle of life, and marry a rich, handsome, and successful man..."

Song Nian'an's eyes widened suddenly as she saw the dazzling smile and murderous face on the seat next to her.

That's outrageous! Wen Jing is sitting at the next table!

Song Nian'an turned to look at the other side and said softly, "Um, Manager Liu, let's reschedule for another day via WeChat. I have something to do today."

"So, you have a sugar daddy? Your motivation is to make money and marry a rich and handsome man?"

Liu Xiangwan's summary was very accurate, but Song Nian'an wanted to pin him to the table.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Nian'an got goosebumps all over his body and felt a chill creeping into the back of his head.

Brother, please don't say anything more, I might die here.

"No, no, I like my godfather the most. He's strong, tall, and a tough guy who won't beat me up easily."

Liu Xiangwan was increasingly confused. She pursed her lips and looked at Song Nian'an, "Let's call it a day then. I looked at your basic information before. Your family is a blended family. Your father owns a company, and you have an older brother, right?"

Liu Xiangwan almost forgot about Song Changran. Back then, Song Changran called Wen Jing to ask for help in getting Song Zheng a job, but after being refused, he blocked him.

"Yes, but I don't have much contact with them."

"Okay, I understand now."

Song Nian'an stood up. "Um, I really have something to do, I'll be going now."

"Then we'll set the contract signing time for next Monday. Can you come to our company to find me then?"

Song Nian'an peeked at Wen Jing, who was playing a match-3 game.

"Don't go back on your word! You have to trust my judgment. You're sure to become a huge star!" Liu Xiangwan patted his shoulder.

Song Nian'an glanced at Wen Jing again; he was still playing Candy Crush.

[Forget it, let's run.]

Song Nian'an walked straight away.

"Hey, Song Nian'an, you forgot your phone." Liu Xiangwan picked up the phone on the table, accidentally turned on the screen, and saw the wallpaper photo.

Song Nian'an didn't hear anyone calling him from behind and quickened his pace.

This is Wen Jing, Song Nian'an's godfather? Is it really necessary to use him as a screensaver?

Liu Xiangwan suddenly realized that it probably took it as a talisman and a lucky charm.

Wen Jing snorted from behind, turned around, reached for his phone, and completed the series of actions in one smooth motion.

Liu Xiangwan stared at him expectantly, and after a few seconds of reaction time, he finally said, "Hello, President Wen."

With looks like Mr. Wen, it's a shame he's not in the entertainment industry.

Liu Xiangwan wanted to exchange a few more polite words, but Wen Jing didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

“I gave the phone to my godson!”

"Okay, thank you for your help, Mr. Wen."

Song Nian'an ran to the alley at the intersection ahead, and the dog poked its head out to look back.

Why am I running? Why am I running? It's like I've done something wrong!

[If you don't run, you'll just have to wait for Wen Jing to rush out and say: My main job is husband, and my side job is sugar daddy?]

Whether I run or not, I feel like I'm going to die anyway!

In the brief moment before he turned his head back, he was suddenly pulled into someone's arms.

Wen Jing reached out and gently pinched Song Nian'an's neck, his breath warm.

"You like calling me godfather?"

A faint blush rose to Song Nian'an's cheeks, and she turned her head away, not daring to look Wen Jing in the eye.

Wen Jing persisted, "Reach the pinnacle of life? Marry some rich and handsome guy?"

"My godfather is fierce, but he doesn't hit people?"

"Nothing is more deadly than this," Song Nian'an swore to God.

"How could you ask such a question?" Song Nian'an thought to herself.

"Who else fits your fantasy of a rich, handsome, and successful man better than me?"

Song Nian'an swallowed hard, and without hesitation, she pounced on Wen Jing, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Jing looked down and saw Song Nian'an's stunningly beautiful smile.

"Honey, don't be angry. Aren't you my support? That agent contacted me, wanting to groom me for a debut. I was thinking, if you ever lose your job or the company goes bankrupt, I can still earn money to support the family. Besides, the Wen Group and their Lingyi Studio have business dealings, so I'm indirectly working for you—a win-win situation!!!"

Are you cursing my company to go bankrupt?

"Why do you only listen to half of what I say!"

Suddenly, I vaguely heard other people talking.

Two sisters were walking down the street with ice cream cones when they suddenly looked at them.

"Wow, sis, what did I just see? Two handsome guys playing 'wall slam' against the wall?"

"I saw it too!"

Just as the young lady was about to take a picture with her phone, Wen Jing covered Song Nian'an's face and made a shushing gesture with one hand.

"My baby is shy, please don't take pictures."

The girls were stunned by Wen Jing's gaze and said enviously, "I want a boyfriend like that too!"

I put my phone away and obediently left.

"Did you see that? That protective instinct is off the charts! This slutty couple is trying to make someone swoon!"

"No way! Why are all the good men taken advantage of by other men, leaving a single woman like me, yearning for love, to scavenge for scraps?!"

"Don't be so pessimistic. There are so many men; as long as they're not all dead, there's still a chance..."

Wen Jing only let go of their hands after their voices had completely faded away.

He stared intently at Song Nian'an, "Get in the car and I'll hear your explanation."