"Brother, did you check Weibo today?" came the voice from the other end of the phone.
Yin Chengjue thought to himself: So it really is because of this matter.
"I've seen it," Yin Chengjue replied.
Rong Yu: "My Weibo post wasn't some kind of promotional message. I was genuinely angry, and I need my brother to coax me!"
coax?
Yin Chengjue turned his head and looked at the eight pairs of silver handcuffs binding his hands and feet, feeling that this matter was probably not so simple.
Yes, eight pairs of handcuffs, and Rong Yu actually used two pairs of handcuffs to cuff one of his hands! Was she worried that one handcuff wouldn't be enough to restrain him? Or was it that what Rong Yu was about to do would make him struggle so fiercely that more handcuffs were needed?
Just as Yin Chengjue was lost in thought, Rong Yu's voice came through the phone again: "Brother, I'm watching you."
Yin Chengjue's gaze swept over the cameras placed around the bed, and he laughed, "Why are you looking at me through these lenses? Do you think I'd look more handsome with filters on?"
"No, I didn't use any filters. My brother doesn't need filters; they only hide his handsomeness." Rong Yu's voice was tinged with laughter. "My brother is already very good-looking."
"So what are you doing now?" Yin Chengjue didn't struggle, but just lay quietly, his gaze fixed on the camera lens closest to him—he knew that Rong Yu must be watching him through these lenses.
Rong Yu then asked, "Brother, guess what I'm doing right now?"
"Do what you like." Yin Chengjue gave a straightforward, all-purpose answer.
Rong Yu chuckled softly a few times and simply gave the answer: "Brother, I'm drawing you."
Yin Chengjue couldn't help but think of the portraits he had seen in Rong Yu's room, and couldn't help but ask, "Does Xiao Yu really like painting?"
"It's not that I like drawing, it's that I like drawing you." The voice came from the phone, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear the rustling sound of pen and paper rubbing together.
Accompanied by such a rustling sound, Rong Yu's last, slightly soft words became somewhat unclear.
"Because...that's how...I can...bring you down."
"Huh? Xiaoyu, what did you say? Speak louder." Yin Chengjue couldn't help but say.
"It's nothing. By the way, brother, how are you feeling right now?" Rong Yu's voice carried a hint of amusement.
Yin Chengjue was stunned for a moment, then realized something: "How should I feel? What did you give me to eat?"
"Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly realized that I've drawn so many pictures of my brother, all kinds of him, but I've never drawn him looking like he's overcome with emotion. Today I want to challenge myself." Rong Yu chuckled softly on the phone, clearly looking forward to what was about to happen, feeling both happy and excited: "Brother, I'm so angry today. Please coax me and satisfy me."
The next day, Yin Chengjue was late. This was the first time he had been late since he started his new company, so as he walked upstairs, the employees looked at him with a bit of curiosity.
They really wanted to know what could be causing their punctual boss to be late.
Of course, they were more inclined to believe that Yin Chengjue went to discuss business early in the morning. After all, the company had a lot going on lately, including recruiting network technology staff and negotiating business cooperation contracts. Going to discuss business early in the morning was certainly more believable than arriving late.
However, after Secretary Huang went to Yin Chengjue's office to report on the matter, the direction of gossip in the company instantly changed.
There was no other reason than that when Secretary Huang was reporting something, she inadvertently glanced at Yin Chengjue and noticed that on Yin Chengjue's neck, which was not covered by his shirt, there were rows of red marks that looked like teeth marks, and even some rings that looked like the marks left by a collar. Further up, one could also see the mottled purplish-blue marks on his Adam's apple...
If you look closely, you can see that there are blood scars on the corners of President Yin's mouth. At first, he thought it was just a fever!
Just then, after finishing his work report, Secretary Huang pushed the materials in front of Yin Chengjue. As Yin Chengjue reached out to take the materials, a section of his wrist, which had been hidden in his sleeve, was revealed.
Secretary Huang: !!!
Holy crap! How did Mr. Yin get those red marks on his wrists? Were they from being strangled? And those on his neck too…
So, was what Mr. Yin experienced last night the kind of content that you can't find on Baidu and that requires multiple layers of compression and encryption on cloud storage?
A whole drama unfolded in Secretary Huang's mind in an instant, which could be summed up in one sentence: The CEO's girlfriend is awesome!
"What are you looking at?" Yin Chengjue raised his eyelids and looked over with his dark eyes.
Secretary Huang was startled by the gaze and quickly shook her head, saying that she hadn't seen anything.
However, just as Secretary Huang made up her mind to bury everything she had just seen in her heart, she saw Yin Chengjue's expression soften and he gave her a faint smile: "I'm sorry you had to see this."
As Yin Chengjue spoke, he adjusted his other sleeve, subtly revealing the deep, complete teeth mark on his other wrist, and said with a smile, "I have a little fox at home. It's quite mischievous and likes to bite me as a sign of affection."
"Haha, they really are very intimate..." Secretary Huang didn't know how to answer, so he could only chime in, following Yin Chengjue's words.
Yin Chengjue lowered his eyes slightly, his fingertips lightly tracing the two rows of teeth marks on his wrist, and laughed, "It's all my fault for spoiling him too much, which has made him more and more unruly and reckless."
"Ah, this..."
Yin Chengjue did not seem to expect Secretary Huang to answer, and continued, "Sigh, it's really worrying. Although he bothered me all night, I actually found him quite cute."
Secretary Huang couldn't help but widen her eyes: "One, one night..."
Yin Chengjue: "If you keep listening, I'll have to start charging you."
Secretary Huang: "..." It seems like you were the one who started it!
Secretary Huang tactfully took his leave. After Yin Chengjue closed the office door, Huang couldn't help but think of Yin Chengjue's words again, making him even more frustrated—people who only say half of what they mean are really despicable!
No! We can't let him suffer alone!
So, the phrase starting with "I'll tell you a secret, but you must never tell anyone else" quickly spread throughout the company.
When Xiao Yanyan returned to the company after signing a bunch of contracts, she was met with a group of meaningful gazes.
Xiao Yanyan: "..." I haven't done much these past few days, have I? The funds from Fengchangheng haven't arrived yet, so I haven't been working overtime on my own!
"Oh my, isn't this Secretary Xiao? You've come at the perfect time. I'll tell you a secret, but you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else~" Liao Fei stepped forward first, smiling broadly.
Xiao Yanyan: "..." Just looking at your smile, I don't want to know anymore, thank you.
However, Liao Fei clearly didn't give her a choice. After saying that, she went on to describe how hot Yin Chengjue's family was, and added a summary: "Tsk tsk tsk, Shang Liu just posted a joke on Weibo yesterday, and Yin's wife made a scene for him all night. That shows how strict they are. You shouldn't always make trouble for yourself."
Xiao Yanyan: "..." If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't have bothered with this!
Xiao Yanyan thought of the night she spent alone on the hotel bed until the early hours of the morning, and felt increasingly depressed—she had long regretted taking on this job!
Meanwhile, Rong Yu received the official news of joining the crew, and that afternoon she was taken directly to the film studio by Assistant Yang's car to start shooting the costume photos for "Wandering the Sword".
In the photography studio, Rong Yu saw Deng Yu's younger brother.
After all, he was his best friend's younger brother, so Deng Xiao naturally knew Rong Yu. Not only did he know him, but he was also... quite wary of him.
"Hello, Brother Rong." Deng Xiao had already learned about the role Rong Yu played from his older brother, so even though he really liked the character of the Demonic Cult Leader in the original novel, he gave up on the idea—this was the man who had left a deep impression on his childhood!
"Hello, Young Master Deng," Rong Yu greeted him with a smile.
Despite her seemingly gentle smile, Deng Xiao jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, leaping back several steps in a flash.
The rest of the crew, seeing this scene, all craned their necks to look curiously.
Just now, Deng Xiao drove in a flashy, brand-new sports car, wearing sunglasses, looking incredibly flamboyant and stylish, leaving a deep impression on the crew members.
Especially after Deng Xiao got off the bus, her brightly colored hair swayed in the wind, her clothes covered in sequins shimmered in the sunlight, and her strides made it seem as if she could cross an entire Pacific Ocean in one step.
In short, it can be summed up in four words—blindingly bright.
If I had to shorten it to two words, it would be—chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).
When the makeup artists and stylists saw Deng Xiao like this, their first reaction was to pinch their philtrum and clutch their chests, constantly reassuring themselves: The director said that this is the younger brother of their film's investor. He is not just a simple immature teenager; he radiates the glow of money!
With that in mind, they could barely bear to look at Deng Yu's appalling attire.
Fortunately, Deng Xiao wasn't the kind of person who was difficult to get along with. When the stylist suggested changing clothes first, he obediently took off his punk-style outfit and put on the male lead's jade-white martial arts costume. He also had his multicolored hair washed off without any complaints, and since it was impossible to wash it clean, it was dyed black.
If Deng Xiao's obedient nature put the crew at ease, then their utter astonishment was when they saw her timid demeanor in front of Rong Yu.
Is this really the young master?
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