Chapter 15: Chasing Dreams in the Entertainment Industry
Ao Chen: “…”
Wang Ming: “…”
“This meal was delicious,” Wang Ming said naturally and generously.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Thank you,” Ao Chen carefully chose his words, then decided that no matter what he said, it would sound pale, so he might as well use the palest language possible, and said directly, “So you really don’t want to try some?”
“Just a little soup to dip my buns in would be fine,” Wang Ming thought for a moment, feeling it wasn’t his worldly experience, but simply that the food smelled too good.
Ao Chen: “…”
If this gentleman joined the Beggar Gang, he’d definitely become an elder, Ao Chen pondered his fiancé’s words and imagined his bright future in the Beggar Gang.
“Please take these, I set them aside for you; I didn’t touch them,” Ao Chen said, giving Wang Ming two boxed meals.
Wang Ming: “…”
With rice and some vegetables, I can divide these dishes into three meals, eating two or three pieces of meat per meal, so the happiness will last longer, Wang Ming’s mental calculations clicked.
Thinking this, Wang Ming felt extremely clever and accepted Ao Chen’s offer.
Ao Chen: “…”
Influenced by his primal instincts, in his early stages of formation, Ao Chen was incapable of sharing food with anyone.
Dragons, in a sense, have a possessive instinct towards their food.
However, after countless years, Ao Chen had become extremely adept at controlling his primal instincts.
But this didn’t mean he didn’t feel a subtle sense of displeasure when sharing food.
Now, though, Ao Chen found it strange.
He didn’t feel any displeasure sharing his food with Wang Ming.
Not even in his subconscious.
Ao Chen: “…”
Is this a characteristic of earthly fiancés? Ao Chen wondered.
Maybe, but this characteristic should disappear soon enough, after finding a way to sever the red thread, Ao Chen mused.
Meanwhile, Wang Ming had no idea he was being considered for “divorce.”
He was enjoying his meal.
No, wait a minute.
Halfway through his meal, Wang Ming suddenly realized a serious problem.
Am I… eating soft rice? (living off someone else’s money)
Wang Ming finally realized the gravity of the situation.
Wang Ming: “…”
The glorious reputation of the Wang family from my village can’t be ruined because of this, Wang Ming thought, eating his buns and soft food.
Generally speaking, couples have transparent finances. But our situation… we can’t exactly be called a real couple; maybe it’s more like a normal world boyfriend/girlfriend relationship? No, a blind date is more appropriate.
Wang Ming looked at the somewhat cramped sky outside the small window, thinking that this matchmaker’s reputation is quite large.
Wang Ming: “…”
But if it’s a blind date-level relationship, it’s fine as long as it’s mutual, right? After thinking for a long time about whether his behavior was mooching, Wang Ming finally became enlightened.
Okay, first, let’s check the price of this restaurant’s catering service, Wang Ming thought.
Wang Ming found the restaurant’s website using the name on the food containers.
Then he was shocked.
Wang Ming: “…”
Why bother working construction? What are you waiting for? Wang Ming thought.
At this point, it seems I have to accept the olive branch offered by the client, to repay this meal, I have to chase my dreams in the entertainment industry, Wang Ming decided after some reflection.
Wang Ming dialed a mysterious phone number.
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The next day arrived.
After being worshipped as a koi the previous day, Ao Chen thought it would be better to set an alarm clock in the morning.
His biological clock always aligned with the Greenwich Observatory, but since becoming engaged to Wang Ming, his biological clock seemed to have become erratic.
Ao Chen had to rely on an alarm clock—an object most people both love and hate, or perhaps only hate—to force himself to wake up.
“Ring ring ring!”
The alarm went off.
Before he could turn it off, Wang Ming rushed out of the cramped bedroom.
“Did I leave my alarm clock here?” Wang Ming asked Ao Chen in alarm.
Ao Chen: “…”
“This is my alarm clock,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Oh, our alarm clocks are the same model,” Wang Ming scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Really,” Ao Chen nodded, not particularly paying attention.
Soon, however, he noticed something different about Wang Ming.
He seemed to be dressed more formally than usual.
Of course, this formality is relative.
No matter how formally dressed Wang Ming was, he couldn’t possibly be as formally dressed as Ao Chen, the domineering CEO.
But today, instead of his usual worn-out T-shirt, floral shorts, and slippers at home, he was wearing a rather formal business-casual outfit.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Are you going out?” After seeing his fiancé’s unusual attire, Ao Chen asked.
After asking, he felt he was being nosy, because he never paid attention to the ordinary behavior of others, such as a normal outing.
“Yes, I’m going to work,” Wang Ming nodded happily, puffing out his chest, looking like the family’s breadwinner.
Ao Chen: “…”
“You found a job, congratulations,” Ao Chen nodded politely at his earthly fiancé.
“Same to you,” Wang Ming happily responded to his goodwill.
“Do you need me to send you there?” Ao Chen continued to show goodwill to Wang Ming.
“No need, the van will pick me up,” Wang Ming said proudly.