However, after Lin Qiong casually grabbed his hair a couple of times, the stylist still made his way through the crowd and approached.
He then raised his hand and styled Lin Qiong's hair.
Lin Qiong was puzzled, "I can do it myself."
The stylist, wearing a smile, whispered a few words through his teeth, "Have you seen the producer over there?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiong was about to turn around to look.
"Don't look back!"
Lin Qiong instantly froze, "What's wrong?"
"He's watching us."
"How do you know?"
"Because I'm watching him."
"... "
Lin Qiong was puzzled, "What does this have to do with me styling my hair?"
The stylist replied, "I need to make an impression."
Lin Qiong suddenly understood, "Ah, then go ahead."
He even lowered his head slightly. The stylist let out a sigh of relief only after the producer walked away.
After securing another deal, Lin Qiong's scenes for the day came to an end. He then sat on his small stool and sent messages to someone.
"Xingyun, I'm done with today's shoot."
"Even today, I still miss you~"
"My days without you feel like an eternity. Sad.jpg"
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On his way to the company, Fu Xingyun glanced at his phone. Seeing the emoji messages, his eyes softened, and his slender fingers curled slightly.
"What are you smiling at while messaging someone?"
Suddenly, a large shadow appeared in front of him. When Lin Qiong raised his head, he saw those familiar nostrils.
Lin Qiong put away his smile and said with a stern face, "Nothing."
Qin Weichu didn't believe it, "It's nothing? You're smiling so happily."
"Let me see."
"No."
"Why not?"
"This is my secret."
Qin Weichu's curiosity grew stronger, "Then I want to see it now."
Lin Qiong refused, "No."
Qin Weichu frowned, clearly dissatisfied, "Didn't you hear me say I want to see?"
As if seeing it would be a special favor to him.
Lin Qiong was already accustomed to his bad temper, "If I show you, it won't be a secret anymore."
"..."
The director's voice came from nearby, and Qin Weichu glanced at Lin Qiong again before turning away to resume shooting.
Seeing him walk away, Lin Qiong smiled again, revealing his small white teeth, and continued to send emoji messages.
"Why aren't you responding to my messages?"
"Are you not missing me?"
He sent these messages one after another, and suddenly, his phone vibrated, showing an incoming video call.
Lin Qiong was startled, almost throwing his phone away. After composing himself, he pressed the answer button.
The handsome face of a man appeared on the screen. Even from the deadly angle of looking up from below, he still looked handsome and charming.
Lin Qiong, silently muttering in his heart, thought, life is truly unfair.
However, since it was rare for the other person to initiate a video call, Lin Qiong was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Xingyun!"
The young man smiled with crescent-shaped eyes, and the light in his eyes seemed about to overflow. "You called me on video."
Hearing the excitement in Lin Qiong's voice, the man calmly replied, "Yes."
"Do you miss me?"
The secretary, standing nearby, listened in, feeling quite softened.
To his surprise, his boss showed no sign of emotion at all.
Not getting an immediate response, the man continued, "Thinking about you is enough for me."
The secretary, emotionally touched, thought, what a considerate handsome guy.
Lin Qiong, looking at the person in the video, continued, "Did you have dinner yesterday?"
Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "Yes."
"It is good that you ate. I heard yesterday that you skipped dinner, and I was worried."
Fu Xingyun asked in return, "Why were you worried?"
"I ate two extra bowls for you."
"..."
Lin Qiong: "Did you have breakfast today?"
"No."
"It's okay; I ate a few extra meat buns for you."
Fu Xingyun's eyebrows twitched, "Why are you talking about eating for someone else? I can't feel it."
The man's gaze seemed to say, "Clearly, you just want to eat it yourself."
Lin Qiong gave a shy smile, feeling a bit awkward. "In marriage, what's yours is mine."
"..."
"Yours is mine, and mine is still mine."
"What?"
Lin Qiong, startled, said, "Mine is yours."
Then Lin Qiong noticed a detail, "Where are you right now? It doesn't look like you're at home."
The man's body tensed suddenly. He had pressed the video call button without thinking when he saw the message.
Coughing, he found a random excuse, "Li Hanyang asked me to go out."
Lin Qiong nodded, "Where are you going?"
Fu Xingyun lied with wide-open eyes, "Having a meal."
Lin Qiong glanced at the time, "What kind of meal?"
Fu Xingyun was about to answer but realized it was only ten in the morning – too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. Then, he cleared his throat, "The first meal of the day."
The secretary:...
The secretary thought the other party would question it, but unexpectedly, Lin Qiong paused and smiled, "Then eat a little more."
He could act clueless, making Fu Xingyun even more tender-hearted.
Is this what they call acting dumb when the man comes home, pretending not to know anything?
Mr. Lin's love was truly humble.
While the secretary shed tears for Lin Qiong's humble love in his heart, he received a meaningful look from his boss the next moment.
The secretary froze for a moment and then wisely walked away.
After the secretary left, Fu Xingyun spoke, "What did you tell him yesterday?"
Lin Qiong: "Who?"
Fu Xingyun: "The secretary."
Lin Qiong stiffened, instantly recalling yesterday's mention of congee, and swallowed hard, "I didn't say much."
Fu Xingyun looked at him with a certain expression.
Lin Qiong's gaze became evasive, "I just asked him to convey a message to you."
"How did you say it?"
Lin Qiong felt a bit embarrassed and mumbled, "What else could I say? I just told him that on the first day, you were not here, I missed you."
Fu Xingyun frowned, "Did you say it like that?"
Lin Qiong seemed to understand something, stretched his neck left and right, and secured the phone.
Then he raised his hand to his chest and formed a heart shape, "On the first day you weren't here, I missed you~"
Fu Xingyun looked at the person on the screen, seemingly satisfied, but he still had a furrowed brow.
"Next time, just tell me directly instead of telling someone else," he said.
Lin Qiong replied, "I tell you, and you don't respond."
Then he muttered softly, "Who knows if you've seen it or not."
Fu Xingyun fell silent for a moment, "I might take a glance when I'm bored."
The other person responded with an "oh," seemingly dissatisfied with this answer. Fu Xingyun seemed like he wanted to say something more, but after struggling for a while, he couldn't utter a word.
Lin Qiong didn't dwell on it; his character was that of an infinitely tolerant lover. "Just look if you want."
At this moment, the secretary who had left earlier came back, silently forming words with his mouth, "Boss, there's a meeting."
Fu Xingyun gestured with his eyes, indicating he understood. Then, he said to the person on the screen, "Li Hanyang is here, I have to go."
Lin Qiong looked reluctant, "Okay."
His eyes were pleading, like a puppy hoping its owner would play with it.
"Remember to miss me," Fu Xingyun said before ending the call.
After hanging up, the secretary couldn't help but touch his own ear. If his girlfriend called him like this, he would have boasted to his friends countless times by now.
Fu Xingyun's expression remained indifferent, "Let's go."
Lin Qiong hung up the phone and walked out, coincidentally bumping into the muscular photographer.
The photographer's eyes lit up, "Brother."
Lin Qiong smoothly took over the conversation, "What's up?"
"Brother, are we going out tonight?"
Lin Qiong politely declined, "No, I have to read the script tonight."
"Oh, really?" The photographer looked disappointed.
Lin Qiong asked, "What are you going to do?"
The photographer gave him a suggestive look.
No, he didn't understand.
Then he heard the photographer mysteriously say, "Going to see men."
"..."
"Introduced by a new friend at a club." He took out his phone and started searching for photos. "There are quite a few handsome guys inside."
"Is he handsome?" the photographer asked, showing a photo to Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong glanced at it, "Quite good."
"What are you guys looking at?"
A disdainful voice echoed from above, and the next moment, the photographer's phone was forcefully taken away.
Qin Weichu frowned, "What are you doing looking at men's photos here, it's weird."
The photographer was taken aback, seeing that he dared not speak.
"What's weird about it?"
Qin Weichu looked at Lin Qiong, "So you guys look at men's photos."
Lin Qiong said, "I like it."
Qin Weichu was somewhat surprised, "You like men?"
Seeing that the photographer dared not speak, Lin Qiong, with an open expression, said, "Yes."
In fact, for him, the gender of a lover wasn't very important; what mattered was wealth.
Qin Weichu was taken aback. Although same-sex relationships were legal now, he hadn't seen many such couples on the streets.
Then he pointed at the person on the phone, "You like him."
Lin Qiong shook his head.
"Why are you looking at him, then?"
"He looks good."
Qin Weichu was left speechless.
Afterward, Qin Weichu took a step back, and Lin Qiong approached.
The other person became instantly nervous, "What are you doing?!"
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
Lin Qiong wore a harmless smile as he cornered Qin Weichu against the wall, getting closer and closer.
Qin Weichu swallowed nervously, "What are you doing?"
The next moment, Lin Qiong whispered in his ear, "Don't worry; I won't like you."
He then raised an eyebrow, and the image of Fu Xingyun's flawless face flashed in his mind, "I only like the good-looking ones."
Qin Weichu exploded with frustration, "Are you saying I'm ugly?!"
After a careful look at this second-generation rich guy, it was undeniable that he was quite outstanding in the entertainment industry. However, compared to someone like Fu Xingyun, he was still a bit lacking. Lin Qiong took the phone back, "I didn't say that."
Then he made a funny face at Qin Weichu and turned away.
In the evening, Lin Qiong took a shower, changed into pajamas, and lay down, seemingly soft like a melting jelly.
The next moment, he heard a knock on the door.
Lin Qiong leisurely got up to open the door, only to find Wang Cheng standing outside.
"What's the matter?"
"We can take a week off starting tomorrow."
Lin Qiong:?
"Miss Bai Ying has taken a week off for personal reasons, and she'll be back only after that. Since you only have scenes with her, you'll naturally be on break too."
"Oh, I see." Lin Qiong turned around and went back to his room to pack his things.
Wang Cheng, puzzled, asked, "What are you doing?"
"Packing up to go home."
"Why are you going home?" Wang Cheng asked seriously, "Did that old pervert ask you to go back?"
Lin Qiong looked at him, "What are you talking about? That's my old husband."
"..."
Wang Cheng took a deep breath and asked again, "Did he ask you to go back?"
Lin Qiong scratched his head, "Not exactly."
Mainly, he felt guilty taking the salary and still making Fu Xingyun eat takeout. He had professional ethics, after all.
Wang Cheng held Lin Qiong's hand as he packed his bags, looking at the youth who seemed blinded by money.
"You can get up whenever you want, do whatever you like here. Why go back and live under someone's control?"
Lin Qiong: "I have to go back and cook for him?"
"Why do you have to cook for him every day? Do you owe him something?"
Lin Qiong: "Not really."
Wang Cheng sighed internally, thinking, That's right.
"I don't really want to go back," Lin Qiong scratched his head awkwardly, "but he gives me too much."
"..."
Wang Cheng sympathetically said, "Going back, you won't have any personal freedom, and you'll have to constantly cater to his moods. Why go back to that?"
Wang Cheng knew about that old pervert's controlling nature, which seemed to increase with age.
"You don't have any dignity in front of him."
Lin Qiong's movements stiffened.
Wang Cheng, seeing this, felt a glimmer of hope. If there's a reaction, that's progress.
Next, Lin Qiong looked at him with a puzzled expression, "You're telling me to give up all this money for a bit of dignity?"