The Lover's Prattle

The CEO//4

— Never losing and thus never bowing his head or acknowledging his mistakes.

Before the recording finished, rumors about Qingruo and Feng Qi had already begun to circulate.

Albeit unknown, she was still an actress in the entertainment circle. By herself, she was definitely not worth all of the attention, but now she was involved with Feng Qi, the hegemon of the IT industry and a man who held an unthinkable amount of shares in numerous companies. Of all the stars who had followed him in the past, which ones hadn't benefited greatly?

Photos showing a smiling Qingruo getting out of Feng Qi's car were released, followed by the confirmations of several anonymous insiders detailing the places they had seen Qingruo and Feng Qi together and how they had heard them talking about scripts. In other words, Qingruo was about to rise up the ladder.

Some people, in order to raise their own popularity, deliberately stirred the gossip pot as the netizens watched.

The Feng Company's PR manager compiled all of the rumors into a report and asked Feng Qi how they should be dealt with.

Feng Qi had a peculiar rule, and that was: He didn't mind rumors, but the rumors couldn't be spread by the person he was keeping.

He didn't like fools, and he hated it when people tried to trick him.

Before the PR manager could open his mouth, Feng Qi had already waved his hand and instructed, "Let them do what they want, but don't let it get too far."

Don't interfere, and protect Miss Song's reputation?

The PR manager left Feng Qi's office and went to ask Chu Yang for advice.

Chu Yang gave him four words regarding Miss Song: "Provide the utmost care."

Chu Yang could be considered the roundworm in Feng Qi's stomach; while others could guess a fourth of what Feng Qi was thinking, Chu Yang could always guess a half. The PR manager decided to follow Chu Yang's advice.

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Feng Qi had some professionals fix up Qingruo's large dance practice room, then he slept alone in the beauty's nest for two consecutive months. The result? His libido was left unsatisfied for so long that it actually caused him to fall ill with a fever.

Qingruo boiled a large bowl of bitter vegetable soup and set it down beside Feng Qi.

"Drink the soup after breakfast, it will clear away the heat."

He looked down and refused to respond.

Chu Yang stood off to the side, holding back a smile.

He admitted that Qingruo had exceptional cooking skills; otherwise, he wouldn't be trying to cadge a meal from her every day. However, he just couldn't understand what Feng Qi was thinking.

What happened to the bed deal? How did it become a meal deal?

After breakfast, Feng Qi aggrievedly finished the large bowl of bitter vegetable soup and laid back stiff as a corpse, holding his stomach.

As she collected the dishes, Qingruo apprised him, "I'm going to be in Country A for a week."

Recently, all of the business trips Feng Qi went on were only two or three days long, and he would push the responsibility of the trips to other people whenever he could. Hearing her words, he blanked for a second before looking up, eyebrows scrunched together.

"What work?"

Qingruo shrugged. "Some conference, company's orders. Yang Peng can't shoulder it by himself."