The darlings of the fashion media, besides the usual young heartthrobs and trendy older men, now include a mysterious scion of a wealthy conglomerate.
Compared to those pretty boys with little substance, the wealthy second-generation heirs who graduated from prestigious universities, were born into privilege, and are handsome are obviously more eye-catching.
Mr. Yi is very famous in the industry. The mainstream media, having heard of him, almost packed his elevator, all vying to interview him.
The PR department was overjoyed that they could get free advertising for Yi's company and prepared more than a dozen interview drafts to submit to the president's office.
After following Yi Ganxian for two months, Yi Mu had basically taken over the work that Liu Fang was doing and had become Yi Ganxian's all-around assistant.
He took the interview transcript to show to Yi Ganxian.
Igan Ken casually glanced through it, then tossed it back to him, ordering without looking up: "Cross out the personal questions, schedule the interview for next week at a unified time, and also, attend the dinner with me tonight."
Imu had no objection to the second point he had given.
But first, he tightened his grip on the interview transcript and advised, "Your uncle wants the outside world to know more about your situation and wants to find a suitable wife for you."
Igan looked up at him, his brows furrowing impatiently. "I called you here to work, to assist me, not to cause me trouble."
Yi Mu didn't want to persuade him. If Yi Ming hadn't seen the positive reviews in the magazines and approached Yi Mu, urging him to seize the opportunity to "sell" Yi Ganxian, Yi Mu wouldn't have bothered with his business.
Yi Mu was good at reading people's hearts. He knew that although Yi Ganxian looked impatient at the moment, he was not in a bad mood.
He simply pulled up a chair and sat down.
Igan Kenji raised an eyebrow as he watched his movements.
"Your uncle has been looking for me several times before I finally came to advise you. Why don't you find a girl yourself? It doesn't matter if you're from a similar social class, as long as you like her..."
Yi Ganxian gave him a mocking smile, turned on the air purifier, took out a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled thick, choking smoke at Yi Mu's excessively handsome face.
"You know I'm gay, and you're telling me to find a woman I like?" That's ridiculous.
Yi Mu said expressionlessly, "I misused the words. To put it another way, find a suitable woman, and both of you can get what you need, or a lesbian, which is convenient for both of you."
Yi Ganxian's expression was sinister; he hated Yi Mu's appearance.
Sometimes she is gentle and harmless, and sometimes she is cold and unapproachable.
Igan Xian stood up maliciously, hooked his arm around Imu's neck and pulled him close, his eyes less than five centimeters from Imu's.
The cigarette had a slightly bitter taste, and Igan Ken's voice was low and hoarse, like the voice of Satan from hell.
"You know, I'm not just gay, I also have severe sadism. Who could stand living with such a pervert?"
As he spoke, his fingers moved from the back of Imu's neck to the front, and suddenly tightened.
When Yi Mu was young, he accidentally saw Yi Ganxian walking his "pet" in the backyard of the Yi family.
The boy was completely naked except for a chain with a bell around his neck, the other end of which was held in Igan Kenji's well-defined hand.
That scene had a huge psychological impact on Yi Mu, who was still a minor. Later, after researching, he learned that Yi Ganxian was a fan of SM.
That time, their eyes met, which meant that Igan Xian knew that Imu had discovered his secret.
The two understood each other implicitly, but neither of them said it aloud.
Until this moment.
As Yi Ganxian exerted increasing force, Yi Mu's face turned red, and his body's instinct made him grab Yi Ganxian's fingers and try to pry them outwards.
Igan Kenji leisurely admired the vulnerability on his face; he enjoyed seeing others submit and liked to be in control.
I used to think of Emu as just a timid mouse, but I never imagined he had this side to him. What should I do if his conquering instincts are suddenly aroused?
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