TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 37
by Volare“Xingyue’s” monthly meeting requires all artists not currently on set or in a commercial to return and participate.
Zhuo Huaimo listened attentively to the reports from various departments, while Qi Yanwang sat in his seat, diligently drawing a husky wearing a bow tie in his notebook.
“Buzz—”
Zhuo Huaimo’s phone, placed on the table, vibrated, and all eyes in the conference room turned to him.
“Continue!”
He signaled for the report to continue, a subtle smile playing on his lips, and quickly replied to the message.
Qi Yanwang’s fingers, gripping the pen, turned white at the knuckles, his jawline tightened, and his gaze fell on Zhuo Huaimo like a blade.
No sooner had Zhuo Huaimo put his phone down than it vibrated again, a barrage of message pop-ups all from Qi Yanwang.
“Who was that just now?”
“You even smiled when you replied to him, and you didn’t even smile at me when you woke up this morning!”
“My phone password is your birthday, what’s yours?”
Zhuo Huaimo pinched his brow, chuckled speechlessly, and directly turned off his phone screen.
Qi Yanwang was even more annoyed, drawing two lines of tears on the husky.
After the meeting ended, Zhuo Huaimo had just returned to his office when the little wolf dog followed him in.
The moment Zhuo Huaimo’s lower back hit the edge of the desk, Qi Yanwang had already unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons.
“Are you crazy? This is the company!”
Facing Qi Yanwang, he really had no way to resist.
He deeply understood the saying that in the face of absolute power, all clamoring is futile.
Qi Yanwang’s thumb pressed heavily on the fading kiss mark below his collarbone, instantly raising an ambiguous rouge color.
“Will you reply to my messages during meetings from now on?”
Zhuo Huaimo grabbed the hair at the back of his head and tugged it back.
“Qi Yanwang, if you’re sick, don’t go crazy at the company, I… hmm~”
Before the “I” could be uttered, Qi Yanwang’s knee pressed up, his tongue tracing his tight jawline.
“Does President Zhuo know fear now?”
His large hand roamed over his back, he knew exactly where Zhuo Huaimo’s sensitive spots were.
Seeing the fine sweat that had broken out on his nose from holding back, he smiled even more triumphantly.
“Who were you texting just now, smiling so beautifully at? I…”
“Knock, knock, knock—”
The sound of knocking suddenly rang out, and Yu Feng Ran pushed the door open directly.
“Old Zhuo—”
Zhuo Huaimo abruptly pressed him under the desk, the beam of light leaking through the blinds just happening to shine on the rouge on Zhuo Huaimo’s neck.
Yu Feng Ran suspiciously scanned Zhuo Huaimo’s collar, pointing to the same spot on himself.
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly understood, quickly covering his neck.
“I picked up a stray dog a while ago, it scratched me!”
Stray dog, the [stray dog] under the table decided to punish him well!
“Oh!”
Yu Feng Ran nodded, placed the document in front of him, and said seriously, pointing to the document,
“The “Trainee” show, they’re asking for an additional budget, take a look!”
Qi Yanwang’s slender fingers slowly lifted up his suit trousers, Zhuo Huaimo abruptly supported himself on the desk.
Yu Feng Ran raised his eyebrows, “Are you not feeling well?”
Zhuo Huaimo said in a muffled voice, “The air conditioning is too strong!”
Yu Feng Ran, “But your face looks very red!”
Zhuo Huaimo took a big gulp of water, quickly lowering his head to look at the document.
“Have background checks been done on these artists? Are you sure there are no problems?”
As Zhuo Huaimo discussed the artist list on the document with Yu Feng Ran, the person under the table remained restless, he rasped, desperately trying to control his breathing.
“Take these two down!”
Zhuo Huaimo tried to circle the names of two artists with a pen, but the pen shaft strangely wobbled under Yu Feng Ran’s eyes.
Yu Feng Ran, seeing that he looked very uncomfortable and was slow to put pen to paper, asked worriedly,
“Which two? Still changing them?”
The person under the table stopped for a moment, Zhuo Huaimo immediately circled the names of the two people, decisively saying,
“Change them!”
No sooner had Yu Feng Ran left than Qi Yanwang crawled out from under the table, grinning.
“Uncomfortable, huh?”
His fingertip was still hooked on Zhuo Huaimo’s belt buckle, his eyes burning with wild fire.
“Or, we…”
Zhuo Huaimo slapped his hand away, straightened his clothes, and glanced at him with contempt.
“If you make any more trouble, you can go sleep on the sofa for a month.”
“You’d be willing?”
Qi Yanwang pulled him over, his fingertips caressing the pulse on the inside of his wrist.
“Ding-a-ling—”
The piercing ring of the landline exploded, interrupting the ambiguity between the two.
The secretary’s professional voice came through.
“President Zhuo, the producer of “Early Spring” has arrived early and will be in the conference room in five minutes!”
When Zhuo Huaimo pushed him away, there were still wrinkles on his suit pants.
Qi Yanwang stared at the redness at the corner of his eyes and sneered.
“President Zhuo is going to deal with those sugar daddies again?”
His cold fingertips traced over his Adam’s apple. “Is it a female producer or a male director this time?”
Zhuo Huaimo straightened his tie in a serious manner, sneering with contempt.
“Some people are so stupid when they’re jealous!”
Qi Yanwang scoffed, abruptly pinning him to the table.
“Qi Yanwang! Are you still causing trouble? Didn’t you hear? People are coming soon!” Zhuo Huaimo struggled.
Qi Yanwang leaned down and bit his earlobe, speaking ambiguously.
“Zhuo Huaimo, I’ll settle the score for the messages you sent during the meeting when we get home, you better remember, I’m going to d0 you on this desk sooner or later!”
Zhuo Huaimo rolled his eyes and pushed him away, raising his eyebrows and smiling.
“My net worth is currently 1.2 billion, come back when you break that number!”
Qi Yanwang pulled him back, pecking him hard on the lips, and straightened his clothes for him.
“It’s only a matter of time!”
He was very dissatisfied that Zhuo Huaimo had deliberately buttoned the top button of his shirt, just to cover up the ambiguous blush on his neck.
Qi Yanwang insisted on unbuttoning it, muttering all the while.
“So tacky!”
Zhuo Huaimo was too lazy to argue with him, directly slamming the door shut and leaving.
Zhuo Huaimo was surprised the moment he pushed open the conference room door.
Yu Feng Ran had always been the one to connect with “Early Spring,” and he never expected that the investor of “Early Spring” would actually be Gu Chen Zhou.
“Huaimo, long time no see!”
Calling Zhuo Huaimo to come in, Gu Chen Zhou immediately stood up.
Zhuo Huaimo was momentarily dazed, a smile on his lips.
“President Gu, long time no see!”
Gu Chen Zhou smiled slightly, pulling out the chair for him.
“I only came back the day before yesterday, and I specifically asked Lao Yu to keep it a secret from me, I wanted to give you a surprise.”
Zhuo Huaimo smiled faintly, “Welcome back to the country!”
Gu Chen Zhou’s gaze swept over the top button of Zhuo Huaimo’s shirt, his eyes darkening for a moment, before returning to his usual propriety.
Even such a fleeting moment was accurately captured by Zhuo Huaimo, his face remained unchanged as he handed over the plan in a businesslike manner.
“This is the plan for “Early Spring,” take a look!”
Gu Chen Zhou’s fingertip lightly tapped the plan, the light behind the gold-rimmed glasses seeming to be soaked in warm wine.
He pushed over Zhuo Huaimo’s favorite mocha, saying with a smile.
“Your favorite mocha!”
Getting up and walking behind Zhuo Huaimo, he suddenly leaned over, the fragrance of pine and cypress overflowing the conference table.
“”Xingyue” is about to go public, right? You said you’d wait until you reached the top before considering a relationship, now your career is stable, and you’ve had enough fun…is it…”
Zhuo Huaimo nonchalantly pushed the mocha back to its original position.
“President Gu, I forgot to tell you, my stomach isn’t good, I quit coffee a long time ago!”
Gu Chen Zhou was stunned, straightened his body, returned to his original position, and spread his hands, calmly saying.
“Okay, I’ll pay attention next time!”
He took the project proposal for “Early Spring,” flipping through a couple of pages casually, pretending to say unintentionally.
“I heard that your company signed a new person a while ago!”
Zhuo Huaimo took a cigarette from the cigarette case with his slender fingers and lit it, scratching his brow with a light laugh.
“President Gu is joking, I run an entertainment company, if I don’t sign new people, who will make money for me?”
Gu Chen Zhou raised his eyes to look at him, the calm eyes containing silent oppression.
“I’m talking about the one you’re personally managing!”
Zhuo Huaimo lightly exhaled a mouthful of smoke, steadily meeting his gaze.
“Oh, there is such a person, I signed him personally, he has good potential, I plan to focus on cultivating him.”
Gu Chen Zhou closed the “Early Spring” project proposal again.
“Huaimo, let’s have dinner together tomorrow night! Just as a welcome back party for me, and we can also talk about the investment issue.”
The air stagnated for a moment, Zhuo Huaimo suddenly chuckled, the action of flicking ash paused for a moment.
“Okay, I just don’t know if President Gu’s dinner will be on the entertainment hot search or the financial headlines!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s meaning was very clear, he didn’t want the “coincidence” of seven years ago to happen again.
Seven years ago, when he was still a newcomer, it was this man who designed it, putting the label of “being kept” on him, almost making him the “everyone rides” in the circle.
It was already very difficult for people without a background to work hard in this circle, if they were labeled like that again…
No one knew how Zhuo Huaimo overcame those humiliations and violations time and time again, using a full four years, step by step, cleanly crawling back from hell, winning respect with his own strength and professionalism, and completely washing away those unwarranted slanders.
He knew this man in front of him too well, behind the seemingly peaceful and refined exterior, his methods were so dirty.
The smile on Gu Chen Zhou’s face obviously stiffened, saying faintly.
“Private chef’s restaurant, a three-pound emperor crab is waiting to acknowledge its owner.”
Gu Chen Zhou pressed the gold-plated invitation card under the contract, his fingertip brushing across the back of his hand. “Seven o’clock, you know I don’t like waiting for people!”
Zhuo Huaimo sent Gu Chen Zhou to the conference room door, Qi Yanwang was leaning against a work station, looking in their direction.
With just one glance, Gu Chen Zhou quickly locked onto the person who left marks on Zhuo Huaimo’s neck.
He suddenly leaned over, approaching Zhuo Huaimo’s ear, whispering.
“Seven years, you’ve become even more fascinating to me!”
Zhuo Huaimo turned his head to avoid his scalding breath, disgustedly taking a puff of his cigarette, scoffing coldly.
“Seven years, you’ve become even more disgusting to me!”
Gu Chen Zhou wasn’t angry, but laughed, directly taking the cigarette from between his lips, his tongue hooking over the cigarette butt, holding it between his thin lips.
Casting a sidelong glance at Qi Yanwang beside him, he smiled wildly, saying as usual.
“Remember, seven o’clock tomorrow night, don’t stand me up!”
Zhuo Huaimo signaled the assistant next to him to send Gu Chen Zhou out.
The moment the glass door closed, Qi Yanwang had already dragged him into the fire escape.
The mint smoke mixed with the scent of tequila pressed down head and face…