Chapter 11 – The Tyrannical CEO Is Online

The next morning at six, Xiao Lin was knocking on the door outside. “Brother Shen, it’s time to get up. Go downstairs to eat.”

Silence.

“Your food will be gone if you don’t get up soon!”

Silence like a hen.

“He’ll miss Jiang Heng’s departure if you don’t come out!”

Tap-tap-tap—

The sound of slippers hurriedly scraping across the ground.

Ten seconds later, Shen Fubai, covered in a layer of blankets, with a tuft of foolish hair atop his head and mismatched slippers on his feet, poked his head out to look left and right, his confused and drowsy eyes struggling to open. “Where is he? Where’s Heng Heng?”

“You get back in there! Looking like this in front of others won’t do! Jiang Heng just went downstairs to eat on the third floor…” Xiao Lin could no longer tolerate it and closed the door.

Even if there were no paparazzi here, he couldn’t be so careless with his image! Did he have any sense of professionalism left?

Oh, forgot to mention – Shen Fubai never had a care for appearances.

After shutting Shen Fubai back inside, Xiao Lin sighed, leaning against the door in preparation for the long wait.

As a top-tier mega-celebrity, Shen Fubai usually hired a stylist for activities, spending at least two hours getting dressed. But on a film set, it was different. Since he would need to reapply makeup and do character styling later, what he wore in the morning didn’t matter…

Or so he thought.

Little did he know.

Shen Fubai got up at five yesterday morning and spent an hour deciding whether to wear the white shirt that gave him a youthful look or the black T-shirt that exuded maturity. He ended up flipping a coin and chose the black T-shirt, then asked no fewer than ten times in the nanny car if it looked good on him.

One could tell from Shen Fubai’s frequent appearance on the trending topics for wearing mismatched shoes that he couldn’t care less about his attire and was extremely unconcerned. It was not uncommon for him to grab clothes from his wardrobe with proximity as the only principle right before leaving.

But when preparing to meet Jiang Heng, it was a different story. He had to be perfectly groomed from head to toe, striving to be the most stunning in the galaxy; he wouldn’t be Shen Fubai if he didn’t look gorgeous out of this world.

Xiao Lin was ready to wait at least half an hour.

He leaned against the door, his watch in hand as he counted the seconds.

When he reached the 180th second, the door opened again, causing Xiao Lin, who was leaning against it, to fall onto the floor on his ass without warning.

Shen Fubai sidestepped swiftly, avoiding him.

He couldn’t support him with his small body.

The young man’s appearance exuded “pink and tender.”

A pink cap, pink print hoodie, pink jogging pants, pink canvas shoes. His unusually girlish ensemble was redeemed by his mind-boggling good looks; dressed in it, he looked refined and captivating.

Shen Fubai half removed his rose-pink sunglasses, revealing his beautiful peach blossom eyes, and his voice was very pleasant. “Are you alright?”

If a tyrannical CEO stood before Shen Fubai at this moment, he would surely think, This man is delightfully sweet.

But Xiao Lin was straight.

So Xiao Lin merely stood up in silence, looked Shen Fubai up and down, and blurted out, “You’re so bold.”

Shen Fubai: “Thank you for the compliment. I am a unique flower in this fleeting crowd.”

“How could you be so fast this time? You only took three minutes to come out.” Xiao Lin was surprised.

Shen Fubai started walking towards the elevator. “I’m in a hurry to see Heng Heng. Enough talking, let’s hurry downstairs. I want to have breakfast with Heng Heng.”

Xiao Lin quickly caught up, still unable to accept reality despite staring at Shen Fubai’s pink ensemble. “What’s your death Barbie pink outfit about? What on earth are you wearing? Can you pay a little more attention to your wardrobe? Don’t always rely on your looks for violence…”

“What are you saying? This is the latest fashion from a major brand. Wearing all of this is worth tens of thousands.” Shen Fubai looked down at the world with the eyes of a mortal.

Xiao Lin felt the power of money and meekly shut up.

But he still wanted to scream in his heart: I don’t understand fashion!

The hotel’s third floor was the restaurant, serving breakfast from six to nine in the morning every day. Xiao Lin pressured Shen Fubai to get up because they had to report to the crew at a fixed time of eight in the morning. He needed to leave two hours for Shen Fubai to change, eat, and get on the road.

As soon as Shen Fubai stepped out of the elevator, he rushed to the restaurant, ripping through the air as if possessed. Just Xiao Lin knew he was eager to see Jiang Heng as soon as possible.

Shen Fubai attracted quite a bit of attention as he emerged from the elevator and entered the restaurant. The people staying at this hotel were either executives from companies coming from out of town or local wealthy young masters – the average person could not afford the cost of a night’s stay.

Among the crowd of people dressed in formal suits, the young man dressed in pink was exceptionally eye-catching. Even with his rose-pink sunglasses and cap on, one could discern his impeccable facial features from his exposed lips and jawline. His fair and beautiful skin, tall legs, and the exposed slender arms made one involuntarily think of the term ‘delicate beauty.’

He was Shen Fubai, the celebrated beauty who has captivated countless men and women. Wherever he went, he was the center of attention.

Shen Fubai’s fame was incredibly high; even those indifferent to the entertainment industry had heard his name to some extent. Still, the people present were seasoned successful individuals who wouldn’t show too much shock on their faces even if they were utterly charmed, let alone excitedly ask for signatures and photo ops.

At a table in the restaurant, a handsome man clad in a red suit narrowed his eyes. “Within one minute, get me all of his information.”

The assistant beside him spouted it out as if he had no need to look it up. “Shen Fubai, a very popular super idol. He’s from Sheng Entertainment.”

If the boss had set his eyes on someone else, he would have needed to look up his identity, but with this one, there was no need. He was too famous. Shen Fubai appeared in variety shows and advertisements on television, posters were plastered all over the city, and a good number of the high-end luxury brands had featured him as a brand ambassador. There was even mention of him in entertainment news segments. Translated by “In other words, you wouldn’t need to boost his exposure.

Muran Jinhuan raised a brow. “That trashy, heartless company Sheng Entertainment? Tsk, this cutie is too pitiful.”

Assistant: He doesn’t really need your pity; he earns more in a year than our entire company.

But he didn’t dare to say it. Speaking back to the boss was an invitation to be fired.

Muran Jinhuan made a decision. “Him, I want him.”

He decided to save the poor darling, who had been exploited by the heartless Sheng Entertainment, from his suffering.

Assistant: “Boss, five minutes ago, when you saw Jiang Heng, you said the same thing.”

Muran Jinhuan furrowed his brow. “Can’t you see this one is more beautiful? Change targets. I’m going to get him.”

Assistant: “…” What should he say tactfully to remind his boss, who had zero idea of his own station, that no matter if it was this mega-popular idol or the actor who just played the main role in that movie, their prices would not be something the boss could afford to pay.

These two were nothing like the washed-up, C-list actors from before.

Besides, you aren’t some top-level tycoon; you’re just a self-made businessman who has barely gotten a foothold in this industry! Please don’t just imitate the style of the tyrannical CEO; we can’t afford to play that game.

The assistant was pondering how to word his explanations when he saw the boss getting up, intending to take off with his tray in hand.

“Hey, Boss, where are you going? You haven’t finished eating yet.”

Muran Jinhuan snorted coldly. “Just a bunch of useless things, can’t even do such a small thing well. I’ll go and flirt myself.”

—

Shen Fubai wanted to look for Jiang Heng’s location as soon as he entered the restaurant. But once he stepped inside, he found he couldn’t bring himself to look at the people seated there at all.

Just the thought of Heng Heng sitting in one of those spots, meeting his gaze the moment he glances over, made his heart thud violently. He couldn’t bear to face it directly, even though they had been so close to each other the night before.

Idols were these kinds of creatures, always getting overly excited yet unable to meet their eyes, no matter how many times they met.

Shen Fubai pretended to be calm, picked up his tray, and went to the food area to pick a breakfast.

The breakfast variety at a grand hotel was extensive; you could find anything you wanted. Shen Fubai remembered having eaten plenty of desserts with Heng Heng the previous night, so he reluctantly tore his gaze away from the tiny cakes. He picked up an egg, a slice of toast, and a cup of milk.

Very nourishing indeed.

He couldn’t give Heng Heng the impression that he was a sweet-ruined machine; he needed to prove that he was a health-conscious and well-balanced child.

— People who overthink always put on a bit of a show. If only Jiang Heng hadn’t just happened to be a fan of Shen Fubai, the other party would have never cared what he had for breakfast.

After selecting his breakfast, Shen Fubai quickly scanned the restaurant, seemingly looking for empty seats but, in reality, trying to find Jiang Heng. Then, he could naturally sit with him.

… But he didn’t see Jiang Heng as he surveyed the room.

A storm under a clear sky.

Was he late? Heng Heng was already gone? He only spent three minutes washing and changing! Was he still too late?

Shen Fubai felt miserable, he felt wronged.

Wronged Shen Fubai, in turn, made a detour back to the food area and added three pieces of cake as consolation.

In a state of despair, Shen Fubai sat down at a random empty seat, took off his glasses and put them to the side, ready to eat.

At the moment the young man took off his glasses, a very slight inhalation noise came from the restaurant. Several office goddesses looked at him with exhilarated expressions, while some male executives kept shooting him glances.

People appreciated beauty, regardless of gender.

The utterly gorgeous young man looked discontented, his face falling. His clear long fingers gripped a fork, which he then thrust savagely into the soft cake. His lips, rosy like rose petals, slightly parted as he took a mouthful of cake.

It was just, too, too, too precious!

Muran Jinhuan’s hand trembled, nearly losing his grip on the tray.

He flashed a smile, maintaining his air of superiority, then sat down across from Shen Fubai. “There weren’t any seats since I just got here. Can I sit here?”

“Fuck you! You’re already seated, aren’t you?”

Shen Fubai looked at the breakfast in Muran Jinhuan’s tray that had clearly been started, then at the many remaining empty tables. He thought this person was an absolute master at lying through his teeth.

But since Heng Heng wasn’t around, he was in a terrible mood right now and didn’t want to say a word. Whether there was a handsome guy or a bunch of air sitting opposite him was none of his business.

Shen Fubai lazily moved his tray to pave the way for Muran Jinhuan’s presence.

There seemed to be a chance.

Muran Jinhuan curled his lips, pulled out a visiting card from his suit pocket, and placed it in Shen Fubai’s tray. “My name is Muran Jinhuan. Remember it.”

Shen Fubai: “???”

Who are you?

How would I know whether your name is Muran Goudai or Nan Gong Xiao Cui?

Jiang Heng, sitting in the corner of the restaurant, could no longer hold himself back when he saw this scene.

He preferred quiet, so he chose the corner seat when he came in, hidden by a potted plant, making him difficult to find.

Then he saw Fubai enter.

Truth be told, he wanted to have breakfast together, but hesitated, without the courage, and could only gaze silently from a distance.

To think someone else would beat him to it.

Inserting to grab a seat and then handing over a business card? Couldn’t be more obvious, could it?

Move in! I must step forward now; this is no hour for a true gentleman.

The once timid Jiang Heng suddenly found the courage and springing forward, carried his tray to Shen Fubai’s table.

As soon as Jiang Heng was close, he was instantly detected by Shen Fubai’s ‘Heng’ radar, lifting his spirits immediately.

Holy moly, Heng Heng was still here! He, he was coming over!

Shen Fubai’s lips curved up wildly, daring not to look at Jiang Heng directly, but flashing a large smile at Muran Jinhuan.

Jiang Heng’s lips tightened at the sight.

Innocent Fubai was deceived by that unholy man after all.

Muran Jinhuan looked stunned at the young man’s sweet smile.

Look, he smiled at me!

—

Lured by the approaching footsteps, Muran Jinhuan turned his head and caught a glimpse of the attractive young man who had caught his fancy, making his way toward them.

Muran Jinhuan’s heart was beating with excitement.

Was this the start of a love triangle?! He was energized at the thought of two people fighting over him!