Tired and annoyed, be good.
"Are you a Janus fan?"
Wu Fangsi reached her hands under the sensor faucet in front of Lin Duole and rinsed the sticky lip gloss off her fingertips with the water stream. Lin Duole recognized who was pushing her way in, immediately shook her head, fell silent, and took a step back to make room.
"Don't be nervous, I'm on your side." Wu Fangsi smiled, took a tissue to dry her hands, threw the wet tissue into the built-in trash can opening above the sink, and stepped forward. "I happen to know Janus, would you like to..."
Lin Duole kept his mouth shut, his eyes wide open, and retreated repeatedly until he reached the corner of the sink. He almost fell over, but Wu Fangsi grabbed his waist and pulled him close.
"Shall I set you up with someone too?" Wu Fangsi leaned on the counter with both arms, pinning Lin Duole against the sink.
"Huh?" Lin Duole leaned back on tiptoe in the tightening cage, raising his forearms and waving them rapidly. "No need, no need, I'm a professional producer, I keep my work and fangirling separate..."
Wu Fangsi's playful side was aroused by Lin Duole's guilty and evasive appearance. She simply spread her legs and secured her raised toes, freeing one hand to press on Lin Duole's back, forcibly closing the distance: "You're so cute. Why are you standing so far apart? Why? Is it because you like your boss?"
"Working life is all about the job," Lin Duole thought, and immediately panicked upon hearing this. He spread his arms wide, like webbed hands, and tried to push against Wu Fangsi's chest, which was pressing against him: "You, you can't talk nonsense! I just got promoted, please stop messing around, handsome..."
"snort."
Someone patronized the next table and made a sound that was hard to tell whether it was a throat clearing or a cold laugh.
"Someone's here!!!" Lin Duole turned to the person washing their hands next door for help. After just one glance, her face turned suspiciously red, and she froze as if she had a stiff neck, not saying a word or struggling anymore.
Seeing this, Wu Fangsi raised an eyebrow, then looked over and froze as well: "Zhou..."
The man next door had dark skin, a buzz cut, a muscular build, and skin with a healthy glow, giving him the appearance of a handsome wild horse. He had just finished washing his hands but wasn't in a hurry to dry them. He spread out his ten fingers, which were disproportionately long and had soft lines, and looked at the two people in an ambiguous position with a playful expression.
"What a coincidence, coming over to play?" Wu Fangsi stood up, casually smoothing a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Hmph." The case is solved; that was just a cold laugh.
The handsome wild horse did not respond, but placed his ten fingers on the sleeves of Wu Fangsi's fitted open-collar shirt and wiped his hands very slowly.
Lin Duole's eyes widened again.
Wu Fangsi pursed her lips, her features slightly distorted, but did not stop him in any way. The handsome wild horse finished wiping and finally revealed a bright smile: "Continue, don't stop."
He left those words behind and turned to leave the bathroom.
Wu Fangsi looked down at the damp, wrinkled fabric on her sleeve, frowned, and exhaled through her nose.
"Um, I can have him by the hand, but do you have his WeChat?" Lin Duole blinked, looking quite expectant.
“Kid, you’re not only new to the workforce, you’ve also just come out of the closet, haven’t you?” Wu Fangsi’s frivolous demeanor vanished, replaced by an expression that was somewhere between jealousy and malice. “Tsk tsk tsk, your radar isn’t sensitive enough.”
"Him? Oh, he's the one I pressured."
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"Brother Jiang, you're the one who's really in trouble! How could Yunhe be so unlucky as to have its drama clash with Ciyi's this year? Their company isn't third in the industry for nothing! Big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp! They're the big fish, and you guys are the shrimp!"
Inside the 888 private room, Liang Jinping's face was flushed. The hand holding the glass was hooked around Jiang Songhe's shoulder and back, patting him gently. With his other hand, he held up his little finger to his eyes and wobbled as he focused it on himself.
He swayed as he pleased, but Jiang Songhe remained as steady as a mountain, silently gulping down one mouthful of wine after another.
Half an hour ago, Jiang Songhe and Liang Jinping had a heated exchange. Jiang Songhe then thought that Liang Jinping's mention of "company liquidation" must be related to the obstruction of "Yan Ge Xing". Since the other party had already agreed, there was a chance that tonight's mission would be accomplished.
But he couldn't confront the issue head-on, so he went back a point and, based on Liang Jinping's "not wanting to steal the limelight from his superiors," came up with a new, roundabout way of asking questions.
Without making a sound, Jiang Songhe took two ice cubes from the ice bucket to refresh himself. He quickly integrated the information about Liang Jinping in his mind, combined with the impressions he had gained from dealing with Liang since the "Yan Ge Xing" project was launched.
Then, simply let him get drunk and launch an offensive of insincere praise and righteous indignation towards Liang Jinping.
Even if it goes against my conscience, what does it matter?
First, he gradually became drunk under so many double eyelids, so his drunken words cannot be taken seriously.
Secondly, if we don't get to the bottom of this today, there might really be a day of bankruptcy and liquidation in the future. If we don't go all out now and go against our conscience, are we going to wait until we're dragged down without knowing why, and then regret not seizing the opportunity?
Third, even if his drunken words are taken seriously, they won't get out of this room. Liang Jinping is a respected figure, a producer on the Qixun Video platform. If his extramarital affair were publicized, Qixun would only resort to public relations tactics to distance itself from him.
...
Jiang Songhe achieved self-consistency by doing the above.
"A discerning eye to spot trending products," "Low-key and frugal, unsuitable for his status," "Hiding for years without being given important responsibilities"... After laying the groundwork with precise attacks, the final, decisive conclusion is: "Being suppressed by someone who is unworthy of his position is truly pitiful, Brother Liang."
As it turns out, Jiang Songhe's calculations were spot on.
Liang Jinping initially remained silent, but he increased the frequency of raising his cup significantly. Unbeknownst to them, the spider demons became their helpers. Jiang Songhe raised his cup repeatedly, and Linglong immediately refilled it. The cups in their hands seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of wine, always remaining full.
After finishing another bottle of Martell, Liang Jinping got into the swing of things and launched into a long, self-indulgent monologue.
However, as the mission drew closer to completion, Jiang Songhe became increasingly silent.
It's true that a rival company is behind "Yan Ge Xing" (燕歌行), and that rival is Ciyi Culture (瓷谊文化). Two former employees of Yunhe Entertainment, one is currently the director of talent management at the rival company, and the other just resigned and then met privately with the other.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I already signed it this morning."
Jiang Songhe's head buzzed, and the sweat on his forehead and back was hot and cold, seeping out from every pore of his body. His palms also began to go numb. He could clearly feel his pulse throbbing wildly in his fingertips and temples.
...
“Your company is just a tiny little thing that’s only been established for two years…” Liang Jinping put his arm around Jiang Songhe’s shoulder, pointed a finger downwards, and gestured towards Jiang Songhe’s chest.
Jiang Songhe felt his hair stand on end and his blood rush to his head. He grabbed Liang Jinping's finger tightly and corrected him in a cold voice: "Three years. Yunhe Entertainment was established in 2022. Including the name approval period, it will be four years in four months."
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch... What the hell are you doing?!" Liang Jinping tried to pull his finger out, but couldn't.
Jiang Songhe didn't move his hand. It was Liang Jinping who was drunk and staggering, hurting himself by twisting his hand. When Liang Jinping saw the cold look in Jiang Songhe's eyes, he trembled and admitted defeat, "Three years, three years, Brother Jiang, you say three years, then it's three years, just let go of my hand first, okay?"
"..." Jiang Songhe had actually been distracted just now, genuinely calculating the establishment date of Yunhe Entertainment in his mind. His actions were also subconscious. Hearing Liang Jinping cry out in pain, he was also shocked by his own violent tendencies. "Sorry, Brother Liang, I was distracted by drinking too much."
He let go of Liang Jinping's arm, trying to be as polite as possible, and stood up, saying, "Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom."
Liang Jinping watched Jiang Songhe's retreating figure, then waved his hand and cursed, "What's wrong with all the people at Yunhe? Their drinking manners are so bad, how did they even get to where they are..."
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Jiang Songhe barely managed to walk out of room 888 on his own. Once outside and out of sight of everyone, the tension in his body suddenly eased, and his limbs went limp. He slammed against the wall and slid down uncontrollably.
The impact sent a churning urge through my stomach, a feeling that seemed to be rising upwards.
"Sir, do you need any help?"
A waiter in a G6club uniform walked by, took Jiang Songhe's arm, and helped him stand up straight against the wall. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, tried to raise his hand but couldn't, and could only manage a weak smile and shake his head.
The waiter had no choice but to follow the guest's instructions and leave, glancing back every few steps.
Buzz—
The familiar buzzing sound began to pierce his brain. Jiang Songhe listened to his heavy breathing and glanced at the dark tide at his feet, which had already submerged his ankles. He couldn't remember what day of February it was, but it would arrive in a few days...
The feeling of impending death came unexpectedly and suddenly. Jiang Songhe had a strong premonition that he would soon become a corpse. His first reaction was to find a secluded place, like a domesticated sick dog, and silently face death alone.
The road ahead seems endless, so very long.
Jiang Songhe couldn't reach the exit any further, so he settled for a dark private room nearby. He leaned against the door frame for support, and with trembling hands, he gently pushed the door open a crack, then slowly moved his body into the room.
Completely immersed in darkness, Jiang Songhe, exhausted, was about to slide down the wall.
Strange sounds squeezed into the hood he had erected, which was made up of a struggle between heartbeats, breathing, and buzzing.
The descending shadow lingered on the wall, neither rising nor falling.
That's the sound of kissing?! Someone's there?!
Jiang Songhe wanted to die somewhere else, but he no longer had the strength to do so. He closed his eyes in despair, his mind reciting his final words: "It's over. I can't even die properly, and I'll have to bear the stigma of being a pervert."
Gasping for breath.
A churning sound.
Voices.
"I'm fucking tired and annoyed, so just be good, okay?"
"Zhouzhou, baby?"
The sound of a zipper.
"Get on top, move yourself, okay?"
With a thud.
Jiang Songhe collapsed to the ground.
What the heck is…?
A cluster of rose-red light suddenly lit up the side of the room.
"Jiang Songhe?!?"
Jiang Songhe narrowed his eyes, and through the slits of his pupils, he saw two figures tumbling over on the sofa, the face of the one in the lower position gradually becoming clear.
"..."
A mouthful of blood gushed from Jiang Songhe's mouth, his pupils dilated and trembled, rolling upwards—
I'm dizzy.
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