Chapter 52 Don't keep a dog anymore, Teacher Fang can keep one...
Jing Yitong felt that he had endured the most difficult half hour of his life. His beloved was nestled on his lap, and he slept so soundly, clearly trusting and relying on him completely. If Jing Yitong wanted, he could reach out and touch him.
But Jing Yitong dared not move at all, afraid that he would wake Fang Xingu, and even more afraid that his body would react in some way.
In the end, it was the food delivery that saved Jing Yitong. When Jing Yitong hung up the phone with the deliveryman, Fang Xingu was still fast asleep and was not woken up by the noise at all.
Jing Yitong was both helpless and amused. He pinched Fang Xingu's cheeks, which he had recently managed to fatten up: "Wake up, it's time for dinner."
Fang Xingu was still asleep, making muffled noises in his sleep. He subconsciously rubbed his face against the "pillow" under his face, seemingly quite satisfied with it. Even his soft red lips were squeezed and pouted. Jing Yitong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he really wanted to ravage those unguarded lips in all sorts of ways.
Jing Yitong felt some subtle changes in his body. His breath hitched, and he stiffened instantly.
Even though he was fast asleep, Fang Xingu keenly noticed the change in the "pillow." As if realizing that the "pillow" was no longer soft, he opened his eyes and saw Jing Yitong lying on his side, reaching out to pick up a cushion from the sofa and hugging it to his stomach.
Fang Xingu was drowsy for a while before realizing that he had fallen asleep with Jing Yitong as his pillow. He recalled the wonderful feeling of using Jing Yitong as a cushion and awkwardly changed the subject: "How long have I been asleep?"
Jing Yitong leaned against the cushion, his expression revealing nothing: "About half an hour later, the takeout arrived at the door."
"Oh," Fang Xingu stood up sleepily, "I'll go get it."
Fang Xin turned around to get the takeout. In just half a minute, when he returned, he found that Jing Yitong, who had been in the living room, had disappeared, leaving only a lonely cushion on the sofa.
Fang Xin put the takeout on the dining table, then walked around the house and asked curiously, "Brother, is dinner ready? Where did you go?"
Jing Yitong's voice came from the master bedroom: "It's okay, you eat first."
Fang Xingu stopped in front of the master bedroom door and vaguely heard running water coming from the master bathroom. Fang Xingu asked, puzzled, "Why are you taking a shower at this hour?"
Jing Yitong remained strangely silent for a moment, then said in a low, hoarse voice, "...The heating is too hot."
In the shower, Jing Yitong hastily took off his shirt, not even having time to take off his trousers. He braced his hands against the wall, letting the water splash down his head. The slightly warm water only brought a cool sensation when it hit his body, but it did not extinguish the lust in Jing Yitong's body. Instead, his soaked trousers clung tightly to his body, highlighting the shape of his lower abdomen.
Thinking of Fang Xin Gu, who was sleeping soundly next to his legs without any guard up, Jing Yitong smiled again.
He originally thought that Fang Xingu was very opposed to the marriage alliance, which was why she was sometimes cold and sometimes warm towards him. But he never expected that Fang Xingu knew nothing about the marriage alliance, and even after he explained the matter, she did not develop any defensive feelings towards him. In fact, her attitude towards him softened considerably, and it was somewhat like their previous way of getting along.
Jing Yitong was itching to get closer to Fang Xingu. He had gone to great lengths to get the marriage opportunity from his parents and had tried every means to coax Fang Xingu to live with him. Wasn't it all for the sake of being close to Fang Xingu and getting the first taste of her beauty?
...But the progress is still too slow, and he's getting impatient.
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The following afternoon, Fang Xin returned to Chengfeng Entertainment to discuss the establishment of a studio with the company.
Zhong Yan, the general manager of Chengfeng Entertainment, walked into the office after finishing a meeting and saw Fang Xingu, the company's cash cow, sitting on the sofa in the meeting room fiddling with his phone, completely unaware that he had come in.
Zhong Yan shook his head speechlessly, but still walked over and made him a cup of tea. Qi Qiu, who was following behind Zhong Yan, coughed a few times when he saw this. Fang Xingu then looked up and just happened to see Zhong Yan place the teacup in front of him.
Fang Xingu was a little embarrassed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhong."
Zhong Yan sat down on the single sofa next to him: "What are you looking at so intently?"
Fang Xingu glanced down at his phone. It showed his chat with Jing Yitong. Jing Yitong was preparing to cook for dinner and asked him what he wanted to eat, so he ordered two dishes.
Fang Xingu pursed his lips, unsure whether Zhong Yan was mocking him for playing on his phone so much that even the boss hadn't noticed, or genuinely asking what he was playing. But Fang Xingu was too embarrassed to tell the truth, so he quickly turned off the screen and vaguely brushed it off. Qi Qiu, sitting next to Fang Xingu, noticed his phone, sneered, and rolled his eyes.
Fang Xingu quickly reached an agreement with Zhong Yan on the revenue sharing of the studio, but he was unusually assertive on the issue of the studio's degree of freedom.
Faced with Fang Xingu's stubbornness, Zhong Yan took a sip of tea and said, "What, are you so afraid of me enslaving you?"
Fang Xin Gu: "I want to focus on making music. If I don't have enough freedom, you will definitely put me into all kinds of variety shows... Oh, I don't mind appearing on variety shows occasionally, but I'm most afraid of you putting me into film and television projects."
Chengfeng is actually involved in film and television dramas and doesn't have much experience in music. Fang Xingu later signed with Chengfeng because the Zhong family and the Fang family have some connections. Wang Jinxu gave him a push behind the scenes. In short, with this connection, Fang Xingu wouldn't be taken advantage of in the chaotic entertainment industry.
But the two sides have cooperated very well in the past few years. Zhong Yan felt that he had not treated Fang Xin Gu unfairly in the past few years, so he didn't know why Fang Xin Gu would have such concerns: "Then you can rest assured that Cheng Feng still respects your wishes."
Fang Xingu calmly analyzed: "President Zhong, I believe you, but the other senior executives in the company may not think so. If this matter isn't put in the contract, there's no guarantee for me."
Fang Xingu's words were not wrong. Although Chengfeng was a business of the Zhong family, it was only a subsidiary. Moreover, due to historical issues, there were many factions among the company's senior management. Zhong Yan had not been transferred to Chengfeng for long, and he did not have the authority to make decisions on some matters. He could not make decisions on his own, and he might actually be forced to make decisions that were not in the best interests of Fang Xingu.
Zhong Yan considered for a while, then got up and went to the cubicle to make a phone call to other senior executives. Nearly two hours later, Zhong Yan returned to the meeting room: "Alright, I've managed to get it done for you. Go to a meeting tomorrow, and then Qi Qiu, have the lawyer draft a contract. Then have Xin Gu come and sign it."
Fang Xingu then smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhong."
“You’ve already thanked me twice today,” Zhong Yan waved her hand and started talking to him about another job. “Your new song from the New Year’s Eve gala has been all over the internet and the response has been great. It’s a song from your new album, right?”
“Hmm,” Fang Xingu reported the work progress to his superior with great tact, “The new album is expected to be released in June or July.”
“The progress is quite fast,” Zhong Yan said with a smile. “I’ve been listening to ‘Silence Has a Voice’ on repeat lately. It’s really good. If there’s anything you need the company to help with regarding the album production, just let me know.”
Fang Xingu replied, "Okay, I won't waste company resources."
After discussing work, they inevitably chatted for a bit. Zhong Yan couldn't help but reminisce about the past: "Back then, I thought you were only planning to stay in the industry until Nebula disbanded and then retire. I didn't expect you to agree to renew your contract in the end. You've been working hard on your new album recently. Thinking back to when you first came to Chengfeng to sign the contract, you looked so reluctant. It seems you've really fallen in love with music?"
“Liking someone is one thing, but…” At this point, Fang Xingu’s phone screen lit up. He glanced down and saw it was another WeChat message from Jing Yitong. A smile inexplicably appeared on his face, and he casually said, “I’m getting older, and I’ll have to support my family in the future.”
Zhong Yan's eyelids twitched upon hearing this. Having worked in the entertainment industry for many years, he knew that most celebrity scandals were related to taxes and sex scandals. Since their company's taxes were fine, it was easy for issues to arise in the area of sex scandals.
He probed, "You're not in a relationship, are you?"
Fang Xingu paused for a moment, thinking that it was fortunate that the Zhong family was settled in Beijing and did not know much about the Jing family in Jiangcheng, otherwise they probably would have heard about his marriage to Jing Yitong long ago.
Seeing that Fang Xin did not answer, Zhong Yan and Qi Qiu felt a sudden unease—oh no, could something really have happened?
Zhong Yan frowned: "I don't object to company artists dating, but they must report it."
Fang Xingu said guiltily, "Don't worry, I'm not in a relationship." But he might be getting married...
Although Fang Xingu denied it, Zhong Yan still offered advice: "You are an idol artist, and your fan base is different from other artists. Even if you are in a relationship, I suggest you keep your love life hidden and slowly reveal it to the public after you have completed your career transition. Fans will be more accepting of that."
Qi Qiu knew more than Zhong Yan, so some scenes and clues uncontrollably surfaced in his mind: Fang Xingu insisted on staying at Jing Yitong's house, Jing Yitong personally picked Fang Xingu up from get off work, and Fang Xingu's focused and absorbed appearance when chatting with Jing Yitong on WeChat just now.
Qi Qiu's heart pounded, and the ominous premonition grew stronger. After Zhong Yan finished speaking, he added tremblingly, "You must tell me about any developments in your love life, especially dating someone in the industry. I need to tell you so I can prepare a contingency plan in advance."
Fang Xingu fell silent again. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to give them a heads-up: "Then you can prepare in advance... uh, in the worst-case scenario."
Zhong Yan: ?
Qi Qiu slumped on the sofa and smiled: "...I feel like I'm a little dead."
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At six o'clock in the evening, Fang Xin returned home, chasing the setting sun.
When he entered the house, he was carrying a small cake. He found Jing Yitong sitting at the dining table fiddling with his computer. Curious, he walked over and asked, "Are you still working?"
Hearing his approaching footsteps, Jing Yitong quickly switched the interface on his computer. So when Fang Xingu walked up behind him, he only saw that he was looking at the studio's documents.
Jing Yitong pushed up his glasses: "Yeah, I have some official business to take care of before joining the crew."
Fang Xingu wasn't interested in the files in his studio, but he suddenly leaned down, turned his head to face Jing Yitong, and looked Jing Yitong up and down: "Why are you wearing glasses?"
At this moment, Jing Yitong was wearing the half-rimmed glasses that Fang Xin had bought for him in Los Angeles. Wearing these glasses, Jing Yitong looked more refined than usual, but there was a subtle sense of aloofness in his refinement.
But Jing Yitong was never indifferent when facing Fang Xingu. His face quickly lit up with a smile, softening the coldness in his eyes. He said, "It's not usually used. I'll wear it today to protect my eyes and let it do something."
Fang Xin put the cake on the table: "I thought you wanted to pose for photos even at home."
Jing Yitong's gaze fell on the cake, and he asked in surprise, "Why did you buy a cake?"
"Hmm!" Fang Xingu unwrapped the cake, his eyes brimming with joy. "I talked to the company about setting up a studio today, and it went quite smoothly, so I thought I'd buy a cake to celebrate."
“Great! It seems the higher-ups at Chengfeng aren’t too difficult to get along with. Congratulations!” Jing Yitong was genuinely pleased. He closed his laptop, stood up, went to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into a stemmed glass, and pushed it towards Fang Xingu. “Shall we have a small drink to celebrate?”
Fang Xingu did not refuse, and the two clinked glasses.
Fang Xingu took a few sips of wine and became somewhat excited: "From now on, I will earn more money and work hard to support my family."
Jing Yitong swirled the red liquid in his glass and asked casually, "What kind of family do you have to support?"
Fang Xingu was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he had just blurted out his true feelings in front of Jing Yitong, the person in question.
He bit his lower lip, forcing himself to remain calm as he explained, "I earn money to support Jingquan."
Jing Yitong raised an eyebrow, pointing out a fact: "But it seems that I am the father of Jing Quan Quan."
Fang Xin, though seemingly unreasonable, retorted, "Well, I am Jing Quanquan's brother after all, so it's not unreasonable for me to earn money to support him."
This time, Jing Yitong laughed. He propped his chin on his hand and looked at Fang Xingu: "Stop raising dogs, Teacher Fang, can you raise me instead?"
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Author's Note: Teacher Fang: That's absolutely wonderful! [pleading]
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