The Lover's Prattle

The CEO//2

— "I'm here to curry favor with you~"

The ringing of the doorbell wrenched Qingruo out of her oscitancy. She started to stand, but Feng Qi rose first and walked to the door.

The words "Greetings, Miss Song" caught in Chu Yang's throat when he found himself facing his boss instead. However, he recovered quickly, swallowing back his surprise before plastering on a smile.

"Boss.

"Mhm." Feng Qi nodded and let him in.

A crease appeared in the space between Feng Qi's brows when he saw the selection of shoes in the shoe cabinet near the door, but after giving a quick glance to the blue floral slippers on his own feet, he figured that there were probably no slippers that would fit Chu Yang anyway.

"Greetings, Miss Song."

"Greetings, Assistant Chu Yang."

Chu Yang passed Feng Qi a bag, which he took with him to the guest room. When he finished changing and was in the middle of pulling on a new pair of socks, Feng Qi once again recalled the white ones that were currently fluttering windward on the balcony.

He held up the cotton t-shirt he had deposited on the bed and examined it. Although it was wide, he had a feeling that it belonged to the little starlet.

It was obvious that he was leaving, so the instant he stepped out of the room, Qingruo smiled at him and asked, "I'll fold up the clothes for you to take back?"

The man shook his head and tilted his head back slightly to adjust his necktie.

"Keep it." He could afford to lose some clothes.

As a way of response, Qingruo smiled again, her eyes curving into two crescents. She accompanied Feng Qi and Chu Yang to the door and—very gently—bid them farewell. The former returned her gesture with a small nod, while his assistant smiled back and said, "Goodbye, Miss Song."

***

Chu Yang had driven his own car over. As he started up the engine, he asked, "Boss, where do you want to eat?"

"I've already eaten."

After a moment of surprise, Chu Yang grinned. "Was the food to your liking?"

He had been following Feng Qi since the founding of the man's company, serving as both his assistant and a shareholder, as well as a friend.

The corners of Feng Qi's lips turned up. He didn't bother answering and instead ordered, "Find a role for her."

Chu Yang understood—yes, the food was to his taste.

Then, he heard him continue, "Find a large film, preferably a leading female role or a secondary role. The Feng Company may choose to invest in it. The filming site can't be local."

Through the rearview mirror, Chu Yang could see that Feng Qi was looking down at the day's financial magazine with not a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

The first two sentences revealed Feng Qi's obvious satisfaction with the meal, but the last part confused Chu Yang. However, since he was only responsible for carrying out the orders, he didn't dwell on it.

There were no entertainment companies under the Feng Company's banner, but the Feng Company owned a number of controlling interests in various entertainment companies and held superiority in the IT industry. Therefore, with just a single word, Feng Qi could instantly revert a script with an established cast back to its original draft and auditions stage.