Chapter 2: The Incompetent and Malicious Ex-Boyfriend (2)
Seeing that Shen Ci remained silent for a long time, 0032 couldn’t help but speak up.
“Host, is there a problem?”
Shen Ci couldn’t help but frown. “There’s a big problem, friend.”
0032: “…” “What problem?”
“You said the plot line requires the male lead to make my company go bankrupt, right?”
“Yes…”
“Then here’s the problem: is this even a company? Including me, there are only eight people! Does the male lead even need to make it go bankrupt? I could kill it off myself.”
0032: “…” “A mosquito’s leg is still meat. No matter how small the company is, if it’s registered, it’s called a company. Host, you can work hard, make it big and strong, and create more glory.”
“Me?” Shen Ci was dumbfounded. If he had the talent and brains for entrepreneurship, he wouldn’t have been chased all over the street by loan sharks.
“Host, you must have confidence in yourself. No matter how bad it is, you must persist until the male lead makes a move against you.”
Shen Ci: “…” He knew it. How could a hundred billion be so easy to get? Not only did he have to be a “Niu Ma” [corporate slave], but he also had to pretend to be a pervert who loved the male lead.
Shen Ci leaned against the bed and let out a sigh. However, thinking that he had “bought” Ye Xi for a hundred thousand yuan made him want to laugh a little.
“The male lead is quite cheap! Are the CEOs in gay novels this stingy? In romance novels, it’s five million a year, plus cars and houses…”
“Host, it’s not ‘buying’; it’s a romantic relationship. Please mind your wording.”
Shen Ci let out a “tsk” and stopped talking.
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On the other side, Ye Xi sat at his desk. The light in the room was a bit dim, with only the small nightstand light on. Between his fingers was a cigarette. Dots of fire were at his fingertips, and smoke swirled around, creating a decadent and melancholic beauty.
As Ye Xi smoked, his mind was filled with Shen Ci’s face. For some reason, as he thought of something, a strange flush appeared on his cold face. After a long while, he extinguished the nearly finished cigarette in the ashtray. His thin lips curled slightly.
With that [Censored], he still wants to be on top? Heh~
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Shen Ci was woken up by his alarm clock. Today, the driver, Little Li, was on leave, so he had to fill in to drive and deliver goods to the supermarket.
That’s right: Shen Ci’s company did beverage wholesale. The name was also very common: Shen Ci Beverage Wholesale and Non-staple Food Company. Plain and unadorned.
The company was on the first floor of a certain residential complex; a three-bedroom unit had been turned into the so-called “company,” with an additional warehouse of about two hundred square meters.
Including him, there were eight people in the company: two drivers and three loaders responsible for loading and unloading goods. There was one accountant and one cleaning lady. That was the entire organizational structure. Originally there were four loaders, but one resigned a few days ago, and they hadn’t hired a replacement yet.
…
When Shen Ci washed up and left, Ye Xi had already gone. This apartment was bought by Shen Ci with a loan; it was a three-bedroom unit with a 60% down payment, and he was still paying a three-thousand-yuan mortgage every month.
After Ye Xi agreed to be with him, he moved in. Originally, they shared the master bedroom, but after Shen Ci found out he was incompetent, he sent Ye Xi to the second bedroom, calling it giving him private space.
In reality, it was because seeing, touching, but being unable to sleep with him was too painful for the perverted original host. In the end, it became a situation where he would have Ye Xi come into the room when he wanted to toy with him, but usually, Ye Xi lived in the second bedroom.
…
The company wasn’t far from Shen Ci’s home, about a ten-minute drive. When Shen Ci drove his hundred-thousand-yuan car to the company, it was only eight o’clock. He sat in the office, eating steamed buns while looking at today’s schedule.
This morning, he had to restock the Century Red supermarket. In the afternoon, he had to deliver goods to the Hello bar in the west of the city. Unfortunately, Hello only allowed him to supply beverages; as for alcohol, they had their own specialized supply channels.
Hello was considered the largest client his company had landed. It was through the connections of his third aunt’s cousin’s brother’s wife that he had finally secured the order after a lot of effort. Just supplying beverages accounted for 55% of the entire company’s GDP; the rest came from some supermarkets and restaurants.
Once the employees had loaded the goods, Shen Ci drove to Century Red. After parking, Shen Ci sat unceremoniously on the steps nearby, fished a pack of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket, took one out with his mouth, and lit it.
He had only taken a few puffs when a person suddenly stood before him. He looked up, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.
What a handsome guy.
Tall, long legs, features that were elegant yet cold. He looked quite young, probably eighteen or nineteen. He made a common T-shirt and ripped jeans look like high-fashion items.
He reached up to take the cigarette out of his mouth and tilted his chin at the person before him. “Something the matter, kid?”
Ming Yanzhou had been staring at Shen Ci since he got out of the car. This man with slightly curly hair had instantly caught his attention. He wore a cheap T-shirt and a pair of gaudy big shorts—a very rough outfit, yet that face was exquisitely beautiful. His lips were very red, like ripe fruit, tempting one to take a bite. Even his casual posture while smoking was very cool.
He wanted to know him. Or perhaps, it wasn’t just as simple as wanting to know him.
“Brother, can I borrow a cigarette?”
Shen Ci didn’t expect this kid to borrow a cigarette from him. Without hesitation, he took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.
“Thanks, Brother.” Ming Yanzhou smiled as he took the cigarette and sat down beside Shen Ci. He had an obedient smile, and two sharp canine teeth were visible, making him look quite cute.
Shen Ci took another puff and spoke leisurely, “Kid, smoking isn’t a good habit.”
“Brother, I’m not a kid. I’m already an adult.” After Ming Yanzhou said this, he looked at Shen Ci. “Brother, my name is Ming Yanzhou. What’s your name?”
“Shen Ci.”
Ming Yanzhou gave an “Oh” and looked at the sign on the car. Shen Ci Beverage Wholesale and Non-staple Food Company— which meant Shen Ci was the boss.
He lit the cigarette and took a puff before trying to get closer to Shen Ci. “Brother, what do you do?”
Shen Ci didn’t notice Ming Yanzhou’s little schemes and replied casually, “Beverage wholesale.”
Ming Yanzhou gave another “Oh” and stopped talking.
After finishing the cigarette in silence, Shen Ci stood up and tilted his chin at Ming Yanzhou. “Kid, I’m going to get busy.” Having said that, he went to help the two employees unload the drinks from the car.
Ming Yanzhou sat there, his gaze tightly entwined with Shen Ci. He watched as Shen Ci lifted two crates of beer, revealing a section of his lean waist. His pupils contracted sharply, and a flash of desire surfaced in his eyes.
There were very few things that could cause ripples in his emotions; racing was one. And now, Shen Ci was the second. His psychological diagnosis was “emotional deficit.”
He stared intently at Shen Ci until he entered the supermarket, then slowly withdrew his gaze. The diagnosis was wrong; he just hadn’t met anyone who interested him yet. Now—he had found one.
…
When Shen Ci came out of the supermarket, Ming Yanzhou had already left. He didn’t mind; after all, it was just a chance encounter.
However, the next day, when he saw Ming Yanzhou come to “apply for a job,” he was completely stunned.
Is fate really this coincidental?
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