TRMP Chapter 51

Chapter 49

Zhao Wenjun’s new drama happened to start filming on the 15th, hoping for a good start.

The company originally planned to squeeze in a few variety shows and reality TV appearances for Jiang Yifeng before the New Year, but Jin Xin managed to intercept them all.

After signing the contract, he surprisingly found himself with some rare free time.

The pre-payment for the drama was deposited into Jiang Yifeng’s account before the New Year. As soon as Jiang Yifeng received the money, he opened his memo and crossed out each item, one by one.

When the last payment was wired out, Jiang Yifeng completely relaxed. He felt like the weight on his shoulders had lifted, and a smile reached his eyes. He pressed his fingers to his brow, then relaxed and sat up straight. He tossed his phone aside, curled up on the soft sofa, and looked up at the ceiling.

“It’s all over,” Jiang Yifeng heard himself whispering. “It’s all over.”

For the first time in five years, he was leisurely enjoying his vacation time.

Jiang Yifeng bought lemons and grapefruits, rolled up his sleeves, and made a cup of lemon-grapefruit tea. Looking at the clear, colorful fruit tea, Jiang Yifeng excitedly opened his chat window with Xie Jingshen and showed off his newly made drink.

“Pretty, right?”

Jiang Yifeng restrained himself, not wanting to appear too proud in front of Xie Jingshen.

However, when Xie Jingshen praised him gently, Jiang Yifeng immediately smiled so brightly that his eyes curved into crescents.

“Very pretty.” Xie Jingshen added, though it wasn’t clear if he was referring to Jiang Yifeng or the tea in his hand.

Jiang Yifeng hugged his teacup, leaning against the headboard of his bed as he talked to Xie Jingshen. Xie Jingshen’s eyes flickered slightly, feeling that Jiang Yifeng was particularly different today.

Even Jiang Yifeng’s tone was cheerful, and when he mentioned his future plans and work, he even talked less about making money.

“You’re very happy today,”

Xie Jingshen gazed tenderly at Jiang Yifeng, wanting to touch Jiang Yifeng’s cheek, but his hand only touched the doll beside him.

Xie Jingshen pinched the doll hard, feeling like the poorly sewn bean eyes were about to be deformed by his rubbing.

“Very happy.” Jiang Yifeng leaned back on the bed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Xie Jingshen.

He remembered that Xie Jingshen would eventually find out about his past.

Jiang Yifeng didn’t want others to tell Xie Jingshen about his past, but he also didn’t want to delve too deeply with Xie Jingshen.

But he felt that he shouldn’t hide it from Xie Jingshen.

Jiang Yifeng pursed his lips and then gently said, “I used to owe a sum of money. I just paid it off.”

Being a celebrity is indeed very lucrative. That should have been a huge debt that would take Jiang Yifeng a lifetime to repay, but he only used six years.

“I thought it would take a long, long time.”

“Is it a debt that absolutely had to be repaid?” Xie Jingshen asked.

Jiang Yifeng didn’t answer directly, just smiled and said, “I felt like I had to.”

Xie Jingshen had never seen anyone pressing Jiang Yifeng for debt.

If an ordinary person owed one or two million, the pressure alone could drive them crazy.

Xie Jingshen had seen people driven to jump off buildings by a debt of only one hundred thousand. Before jumping, all of their possessions were seized by creditors, their only home was sprayed with paint, and one of their arms was even broken.

But Jiang Yifeng’s small room was decorated warmly. Besides being frugal in his daily life, he clearly hadn’t encountered any threats.

“Can you tell me why you owed money?” Xie Jingshen’s voice was even softer, as if afraid of scaring Jiang Yifeng.

But Jiang Yifeng still didn’t want to speak.

He bit his lip, struggling, as if pleading with Xie Jingshen, “I want to think about it more. I don’t want to talk about it now.”

“It’s okay. No matter what, I believe you. It’s up to you to choose whether or not to tell me.” Xie Jingshen didn’t push any further.

He had countless ways to force Jiang Yifeng to reveal his secrets, but since Jiang Yifeng wasn’t willing to speak for now, he wouldn’t ask.

If it would hurt Jiang Yifeng, then he didn’t need to know.

Jiang Yifeng’s emotions relaxed.

He continued to share various small things in his room with Xie Jingshen, and even asked Xie Jingshen if he wanted to watch a movie with him.

Xie Jingshen thought for a moment, then had Jiang Yifeng draw the curtains and took his phone to the screening room.

Xie Jingshen’s screening room was almost never used. He rummaged for a long time and only found a few very old discs. Xie Jingshen could only play one of them, “Century Ship Love”, and then pointed his phone at the screen in the dark.

Jiang Yifeng hid under the covers.

In the darkness, the two of them seemed to be really close together. Jiang Yifeng saw the movie on the bright screen, and heard Xie Jingshen’s gentle voice in his ear.

In the pitch-black environment, as long as they could hear each other’s voices, it felt like the other person was right beside them. The two were like a couple in the early stages of a relationship, dating at the cinema but afraid to hold hands, but even hearing the other’s voice made their hearts feel soft.

In the movie, the lovers were buried in the sea, the woman leaning down to kiss her love onto the other’s forehead.

Jiang Yifeng suddenly felt a gentle touch on his forehead.

“I want to kiss you too.”

Jiang Yifeng heard the whisper in his ear.

His eyelashes fluttered, his earlobes were red in the darkness, but his courage had grown more than a little.

“Me too.”

Jiang Yifeng responded.

“Xie Jingshen, I think I really, really like you.”

The careful, tentative emotions weren’t the perfunctory politeness from the start.

He was immersed in it, and really wanted to be Xie Jingshen’s lover.

Xie Jingshen was silent for a while.

Jiang Yifeng felt like he was becoming anxious and insecure.

Clearly, Xie Jingshen’s range of choices was ten thousand times greater than his. He had money and power, and could choose anyone he wanted in his world.

But not hearing Xie Jingshen’s reply made Jiang Yifeng feel bad right away.

“I’m not thinking about rejecting you.” Xie Jingshen noticed Jiang Yifeng’s unease. He sighed, and said with a bit of helplessness, “I just realized it too, Jiang Yifeng, I like you.”

“I liked you before, I just didn’t think about it that way.”

Xie Jingshen laughed after speaking, “Otherwise, why would I want to kiss you?”

When he was in school, he thought that the couples in school who kissed and hugged at every turn were really indecent.

Now he couldn’t even touch Jiang Yifeng’s hand. Maybe it was retribution for his prejudice against couples.

Jiang Yifeng hid his face, only revealing his eyes.

But in the dimness, only those eyes were the brightest.

“But I can’t kiss you, but you can kiss me.” Jiang Yifeng couldn’t help but complain. “The system is too much.”

“You can feel the touch, but I…” Xie Jingshen’s fingers pinched the small doll in his hand.

The doll’s ugly and silly, mismatched eyes were staring blankly at Xie Jingshen.

Xie Jingshen covered the doll’s dazed eyes with his palm.

“Then we’re even.”

Jiang Yifeng clutched the quilt.

“We’re really a pair of star-crossed lovers.”

“Yeah.”

The two lovers, who chatted intimately every day, sincerely lamented.

Jiang Yifeng rested well for a few days after paying off his debt.

It was a complete relaxation from physiology to psychology. Jiang Yifeng even slept soundly for two days and two nights. When he woke up again, he felt full of energy.

When Luo Qi called to invite him to the company’s annual meeting, Jiang Yifeng eagerly asked him what time he should arrive.

“What time? I’ll have the company car pick you up.”

Luo Qi paused and said, “Provided you’re not still living in that apartment.”

“I can take a taxi there.” Jiang Yifeng was very calm.

The company’s annual meeting was mandatory for all of the company’s artists. There were no reporters at the annual meeting, but there were big shots from other companies who had been invited with a lot of money. Artists could interact and communicate with each other, and could also choose to chat with the big shots.

However, the company didn’t pay much attention to the lower-level artists. As long as their names were on the entrance signature, they wouldn’t monitor their whereabouts.

Jiang Yifeng used to sneak in, sign his name, take a stroll, and then find an excuse to leave.

His only suit was originally bought to cope with the annual fee.

“No, you can’t take a taxi.” Luo Qi complained in a low voice, “The company values you quite a bit now, how can you still be renting that small room… The money can be paid back later, you have to move to a safer address before you become famous.”

“I’ve paid it all back, I’m making money for myself from now on.” Jiang Yifeng smiled. “Brother Luo, from now on, it’s all for myself.”

“Then you should treat yourself better, move to a bigger house, a safer residence.” Luo Qi muttered a few words.

But thinking about how Jiang Yifeng had no variety shows, no works, and the impact of the previous international endorsement had gradually decreased, if it wasn’t for him getting the drama role in Zhao Wenjun’s television series, the company would never value Jiang Yifeng as much as it did now.

But people outside didn’t know that Jiang Yifeng had any new endorsements or new roles. His popularity was steadily declining, and there was no reason for anyone to follow Jiang Yifeng.

Thinking about it, Luo Qi felt relieved.

He no longer insisted on Jiang Yifeng changing houses, but he required Jiang Yifeng to take the company’s car to the annual meeting.

Jiang Yifeng put on his suit again, and before leaving, he strutted in front of Xie Jingshen.

Jiang Yifeng’s slender figure was accentuated by the suit, the belt cinching his waist into a slim section, the curve of his lower back against his suit pants, the white shirt buttoned up tightly, the lower end tucked into his pants, outlining an even thinner waist.

Furthermore, Jiang Yifeng had specially styled his hair for today’s annual meeting, revealing his forehead, and put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Ascetic and sexy.

Every aspect was likable.

“So handsome.”

Xie Jingshen praised sincerely.

“Right, I look good in anything I wear.” Jiang Yifeng raised an eyebrow triumphantly.

The little peacock was still very happy when he entered the annual meeting venue.

He signed his name, and went to find Luo Qi as soon as he entered.

Luo Qi had already arrived. He was talking to someone, and when he saw Jiang Yifeng coming over, he smiled and introduced various big shots to Jiang Yifeng.

The big shots were also very polite and courteous. After shaking hands with Jiang Yifeng, they chatted briefly.

As they talked, they mentioned things in the entertainment circle.

Someone laughed and said first, “Have you heard? Gu Miao is coming today.”

“Gu Miao?” Luo Qi asked in surprise, “Why is he coming?”

“Gu Miao’s boss, that person at Xinghai Entertainment, has taken a fancy to a young boy at your company. It’s just a favor, so he brought Gu Miao along.”

When they said “taken a fancy to a young boy”, their gazes implicitly lingered on Jiang Yifeng.

This small, broken entertainment company was quite ordinary in other aspects.

But this Jiang Yifeng, standing there quietly, was like a painting.

Everyone felt that if they liked men, they would probably want him.

Jiang Yifeng felt goosebumps from their gazes.

He simply excused himself, planning to go to the door to eat some small cakes.

However, before he reached the door, he heard someone’s voice, “Jiang Yifeng? You’re dressed so shabbily.”

Author has something to say:

CEO Xie: What a sexy wife.

CEO Xie: Too bad my sexy wife is dressed up for other people to see QAQ