Lin Qiong's mouth continued to babble incessantly.
Fu Xingyun crossed his arms and looked at him. "Do you think I'll believe you?"
Lin Qiong looked at him in return and asked, "Why not?"
"Since you claim to have liked me for a long time, why have I never seen you before?" Fu Xingyun questioned.
Lin Qiong gave him a deep look and replied, "You forgot."
"What?" Fu Xingyun asked.
"I am insecure," Lin Qiong confessed.
Silence followed.
"But we have indeed met," Lin Qiong raised an eyebrow, "in my dreams."
Silence persisted.
Lin Qiong cleared his throat and then spoke earnestly, "I know you can't believe me now, but time will prove everything. Just know that I love you" and your money, "that's enough."
His eyes were clear and sincere, seemingly possessing a captivating charm that made it hard to look away.
The sunlight from outside pierced through the glass windows and filled the room. The shadow of the tree in the living room extended, covering Fu Xingyun, while the sunlight reflected off the wheelchair, creating a dazzling effect.
With the alternating brightness and darkness, the young man's already fair complexion became even more translucent. His lips were rosy, his teeth white, and his eyes, as dark as grapes, gazed at him. The fluttering of his long eyelashes scattered the delicate sunlight, causing them to shimmer.
Fu Xingyun's fingers curled imperceptibly.
He looked at Lin Qiong with partially lowered eyes.
Well, the person in front of him was indeed captivating and perplexing.
Fu Xingyun glanced outside and confirmed that it was indeed good weather. In the end, they compromised and decided to take a walk in the yard, which due to its size was suitable for playing golf.
Lin Qiong happily pushed Fu Xingyun around in the yard, satisfied with their compromise. However, his legs were still sore from yesterday's intense exercise, causing discomfort since early morning.
Originally, they planned to walk for just over ten minutes, but the size of the villa's grounds exceeded Lin Qiong's expectations by a large margin. They ended up strolling outside for half an hour. When they returned to the house, Lin Qiong flopped on the sofa like a salted fish, flipping onto his back with a tired expression.
Fu Xingyun glanced at him and then turned to go upstairs to the third floor.
Buzz... The phone placed nearby vibrated, causing a tingling sensation on the listener's scalp.
Lin Qiong reached out his arm and picked it up, glancing at the screen to see an unfamiliar number without a name attached to it. With a swipe of his finger, he answered the call.
As soon as the other person on the line heard Lin Qiong pick up, they were about to speak. But the next moment, a weak and powerless voice came from the other side, "Not interested in buying insurance."
"...," Wang Cheng paused for a moment, "I'm not selling insurance."
"Oh," the lazy voice on the other end responded, "Not interested in getting a credit card."
"...," Wang Cheng took a deep breath, "I'm not selling insurance or credit cards. I'm your agent!"
Lin Qiong's eyebrows jumped upon hearing this. The original owner of his current body turned out to be an individual with a job.
In the book, there isn't much description about Lin Qiong, the inconspicuous cannon fodder character. In simple terms, he exists to court death. The original text does not provide detailed information about his occupation.
The other person claimed to be his agent. Could it be related to the entertainment industry?
Lin Qiong responded, "What's the matter?"
Wang Cheng's voice was filled with anger, "How dare you ask! Look at the date, you told me you were taking three days off, and now it's been a fucking week and I haven't seen a trace of you."
Lin Qiong moved the phone slightly away from his ear, "There were some delays with certain matters."
"Are those matters resolved now?" Wang Cheng knew what kind of person the other party was, so after venting his frustration, his mood eased, and his tone became gentler. After all, if things continued like this, the other person might hang up on him and disappear without a trace.
Lin Qiong looked up at the stairs and replied, "Almost."
After hearing this, Wang Cheng got straight to the point, "I've got a job for you. I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Lin Qiong was confused, "What kind of job?"
"It's a clothing shoot. It was hard to secure this opportunity, so don't mess it up," Wang Cheng warned.
Lin Qiong nodded, feeling a sense of recognition for his own career.
Wang Cheng added, "I'll come to pick you up tomorrow morning, at the usual place."
Lin Qiong had no idea which place he was referring to and asked, "I've moved to a different location."
Wang Cheng responded, "Then send me your new address, and I'll come over tomorrow."
Lin Qiong gave an OK.
During dinner, Lin Qiong informed Fu Xingyun about his work schedule for the next day. Fu Xingyun raised his gaze, his expression showing some surprise, which was rare for him. "You have work?"
Lin Qiong nodded, "Yes, I'm not sure when it will end, so I might come back late."
Fu Xingyun no longer looked at him and replied, "You don't have to come back."
"How could I not?" Lin Qiong looked serious, "The jacuzzi will be lonely without me."
There was silence between them.
The next day, Lin Qiong knocked on the door of the adjacent room. "I'm going to work. Remember to have breakfast."
After receiving a cold response from the man inside, Lin Qiong headed downstairs and left the house.
Lin Qiong received a call from Wang Cheng, "I'm already here. You can see me when you come out."
As expected, as soon as he walked out of the villa area, he saw a middle-aged man leaning against a car on the roadside, waving at him. Behind the man was a brand-new BMW.
Lin Qiong understood and was about to take a step forward when suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. In the next moment, a graceful figure swiftly passed by him like a butterfly and elegantly got into the BMW.
The black BMW drove away, revealing a worn-out small bread van behind it.
Wang Cheng happily waved at Lin Qiong, "Lin Qiong!!!"
Lin Qiong: "..."
The other person appeared to be in his early twenties, not much different in age from Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong approached and opened the door of the bread van, then got in.
Wang Cheng looked at the luxurious and extravagant villa area behind them and couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, this place is much better than where you used to live." Although he knew that Lin Qiong's family was wealthy, he had heard recently that their business was not doing well and they weren't making much money. That's why this extravagant second-generation heir had come out to earn money.
Although he didn't earn as much as he spent, Lin Qiong didn't mind. Lin Qiong was used to living lavishly, and the previous apartment he lived in was also a high-end one with a hefty monthly rent.
He was fortunate enough to have been inside once, and it was like a pigsty in there. But that's not the point. The point is that now Lin Qiong has moved to a famous wealthy villa area.
Wang Cheng looked at him with his small eyes, "Did your dad make it into Forbes?"
Lin Qiong glanced at him, "No."
Wang Cheng asked, "Then how did you come out of there?!"
Lin Qiong turned his head and pointed, "Do you see that road over there?"
Wang Cheng quickly leaned over to take a look, "I see it."
Lin Qiong spoke, "I came out from there."
Wang Cheng:...
After chatting for a while, Wang Cheng started the engine.
The roaring noise filled the air, indicating that the old small car had seen better days. The small car creaked and moved forward on the road. Through their conversation, Lin Qiong learned from Wang Cheng about the original body's profession. He worked as an actor in the entertainment industry, but even after two years in the industry, he was still an unknown.
Lin Qiong had little fame but a big temper. He refused to play extras or run errands. He was reluctant to be a supporting actor and unwilling to be someone's sidekick. Whenever things didn't go his way, he would give up and walk away.
As a result, this kind of uncooperative and clueless artist was naturally not in demand. After all, the entertainment industry had no shortage of good-looking and obedient individuals. Although Lin Qiong had an outstanding appearance, he couldn't secure good roles.
Today's schedule was just to do a photoshoot for a niche brand, not the kind that would appear in magazines, but just to be featured on the brand's website for a few days.
Wang Cheng glanced at Lin Qiong as he drove and thought that his temper had improved quite a bit in the past few days.
"Where did you disappear to for so many days?"
Lin Qiong took out his phone and sent a message to Fu Xingyun, reminding him not to forget to have breakfast. Upon hearing Wang Cheng's question, he replied, "I got married in my spare time."
Screech! The tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the road.
Wang Cheng quickly parked the car by the roadside. "You got married!"
Lin Qiong looked at him inexplicably and said, "Yes."
Wang Cheng instantly connected it to the luxury villa where Lin Qiong had been staying today. Although there were wealthy people everywhere, that place was mainly inhabited by famous tycoons.
Wang Cheng, who had been watching financial news every day in the hopes of winning the lottery and becoming a billionaire, suddenly felt a sinking feeling. He hadn't heard of any young and successful billionaires getting married in the past few days.
"The person is quite a bit older than you, right?"
Lin Qiong thought for a moment and counted with his fingers, "Six years older. Quite a bit."
Wang Cheng could hardly believe that someone would stoop so low for money. However, he still held onto a glimmer of hope and asked tentatively, "What did you see in the person? Their exceptional charm or refined manners?" Wang Cheng silently prayed in his heart.
Lin Qiong was very honest and smiled brightly at the thought of the large alimony payment he would receive after a divorce. "His money."
Wang Cheng exclaimed, "You married an old man!"
Lin Qiong objected, "Don't call him an old man, it sounds so disrespectful."
Wang Cheng couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope.
Lin Qiong said, "He's just lived longer."
Wang Cheng: ...
Although he had disliked Lin Qiong before and even thought about quitting, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his downfall. Seeing Lin Qiong's carefree and indifferent attitude was heartbreaking.
For a moment, Lin Qiong's smile was dazzling. This vibrant life had sold its soul for money and had been torn apart and trampled upon. Wang Cheng was certain that there would be regrets in the future.
Wang Cheng looked at him and said, "You don't have any standards, do you?"
Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "One shouldn't compare too much in life." Then he broke the bias by saying, "Besides, what's wrong with marrying an older man? Old men have social security, which is more reliable than those young people out there."
Wang Cheng listened numbly as Lin Qiong continued to talk in his ear.
Money can move mountains, and without money, even ghosts won't open the door.
Wang Cheng, looking at the arrogant face Lin Qiong usually puts on, fell into silence.
His face tilted 45 degrees, looking up at the sky, full of melancholy.
Lin Qiong looked at him curiously and asked, "What are you doing?"
Wang Cheng sighed without looking at him and said, "Contemplating the world."
Lin Qiong responded with an "Oh" and glanced at the rearview mirror, wanting to say something.
However, Wang Cheng's deep voice interrupted, "We'll talk about it later. Let me be alone for now."
"But..."
"Leave me alone!"
Lin Qiong silently exchanged glances with the policeman holding a parking ticket outside the window.
"...."