Chapter 9: The Small-Time Star and His Short-Tempered Sugar Daddy (Part IX)
Xiao Ji continued walking forward without looking back.
Fang Yinnian’s car brushed past Xiao Ji. With the window down, when the driver’s seat was basically parallel to Xiao Ji, he said:
“Get in. I’ll drive you back.”
Xiao Ji didn’t even glance at him and refused directly: “No need to trouble you.”
Fang Yinnian was wearing pajamas, with a pair of sunglasses perched on his messy hair. Watching Xiao Ji’s sudden stubbornness, he frowned in irritation.
“I said get in the car.”
Xiao Ji still refused: “I said, no need.”
Rejected twice in a row, Fang Yinnian cursed internally. He stepped on the gas, swerved the front of the car, and blocked Xiao Ji’s path.
“Xiao Ji, don’t make me say it a third time.”
Xiao Ji felt that Fang Yinnian’s posture just now looked like he wanted to ram him to death with the car.
He stopped. Not only was he not scared by Fang Yinnian, but he said indifferently, “Then run me over.”
Fang Yinnian laughed out of anger at his attitude of ‘smashing a cracked pot’ (giving up/acting recklessly) and cursed, “Stubborn donkey.”
Xiao Ji remained silent. Fang Yinnian probably realized Xiao Ji was throwing a tantrum. After staring him down for a while, his tone softened a few degrees:
“Get in, alright, ancestor? Do you expect me to f*cking beg you?”
Seeing Fang Yinnian’s attitude, Xiao Ji knew this was his limit for backing down, so he quit while he was ahead and got into Fang Yinnian’s car.
Fang Yinnian was used to people who obeyed him completely.
Xiao Ji wasn’t exactly an exception; after all, Xiao Ji did everything he asked him to do.
He was obedient, but obedient in an overly detached way.
You couldn’t say he was forced, because he was the one who came knocking on the door. Except for talking back twice when asked to get in the car just now, he never shirked any other tasks and was always efficient.
But this process and result always gave Fang Yinnian a feeling of having anger with nowhere to vent.
Like right now. Fang Yinnian was driving, and Xiao Ji sat in the passenger seat staring out the window in a daze. If Fang Yinnian didn’t ask him to speak, his mouth seemed plugged, not spitting out a single word.
Fang Yinnian had been tossed around by him all night without sleep, and now he was driving him home, yet Xiao Ji didn’t even say a word of appreciation.
But when the car stopped downstairs at Xiao Ji’s place and they were about to part ways, Xiao Ji actively held his head and kissed him.
You couldn’t see unwillingness, but you couldn’t see much willingness either.
Fang Yinnian was in a bad mood and had no interest in being sticky with Xiao Ji. He pushed him away when it was enough and said:
“I didn’t draft the contract personally, so you don’t need to care too much about the clauses inside. I’m usually busy. You can send me messages when you have time; I’ll reply when I see them.”
Xiao Ji nodded. “Okay. Send what?”
Fang Yinnian wanted to curse again. He ground his back molars. “You’ve never been a sugar baby, but have you never been in love?”
Xiao Ji told the truth: “No.”
Now it was Fang Yinnian’s turn to be surprised.
He had flipped through Xiao Ji’s personal file whenever he had time these past few days; he had almost worn it out.
Height 187cm, weight 78kg, age 23, born in X City, graduated from which school in which year.
Although Xiao Ji hadn’t been in the industry long and hadn’t had any notable works since his first drama was taken down, it was undeniable that Xiao Ji was good-looking.
There was no filter; it was objectively an outstanding appearance.
Given the speed of internet development and how early people matured these days, a type like Xiao Ji must have been a famous school heartthrob back in his student days.
He wouldn’t even need to be proactive; countless people would have willingly thrown themselves at him for that face and body.
Fang Yinnian was suspicious and confirmed again: “Never dated?”
Xiao Ji answered very crisply: “I said no, so no.”
Thus, the anger that had just started to ferment in Fang Yinnian was strangled in the cradle. In a decent mood, he taught Xiao Ji a sentence:
“Then share your daily life. When you get up every day, what you did, and what you are going to do.”
Xiao Ji accepted the order and left.
Then, starting later that day, he began to actively share his daily life with Fang Yinnian.
Every day at 5:20 AM, he told Fang Yinnian: [I got up.]
Then, according to his routine, brushing teeth, washing face, making breakfast, eating breakfast, running, reading, napping, etc.—he told Fang Yinnian everything in minute detail.
Fang Yinnian only replied to every message on the first day.
But for the next two days, there was silence.
On the night of the fourth day, looking at Xiao Ji’s reporting messages that were repetitive down to the punctuation marks, and the exact same sending times without a minute’s deviation, Fang Yinnian finally couldn’t bear it and called Xiao Ji:
“Did you set up auto-send?”
Xiao Ji denied it: “No, every one was typed by hand.”
Fang Yinnian was even more speechless. “Are you a f*cking bot?”
Xiao Ji didn’t understand what he had done wrong again, so hearing this, he fell silent.
After a moment of silence, Fang Yinnian said, “Starting tomorrow, include photos with your reports,” and hung up.
Xiao Ji remained as disciplined as before.
But from the photo he sent every morning standing in front of the mirror before washing up, one could see that the pajamas changed, the hairstyle was different, and the shooting angle had slight deviations. The three meals a day also changed.
Only then did Fang Yinnian realize that Xiao Ji really hadn’t set up any auto-send.
But honestly, this method of sharing gave Fang Yinnian absolutely no desire to chat with Xiao Ji.
He tried to fight poison with poison—walking Xiao Ji’s path so Xiao Ji had nowhere to walk—and began sharing his daily life with Xiao Ji in the same manner.
To this end, he set countless alarms, terrified of missing a minute and breaking the pattern.
This forced Fang Yinnian to develop bot-like good habits in the following days.
Even meetings were fixed at two hours. If the meeting wasn’t over, he would end it himself. If it finished too early, he wouldn’t dismiss it; he would make all the company executives sit with him in the conference room until the two hours were up.
Fixed meal times, fixed sleep times.
Xiao Ji would reply with a “1” after every message, almost always instantly.
Fang Yinnian learned from him and replied with “1”, also instantly.
Xiao Lin noticed Fang Yinnian’s abnormality. While reporting work, he observed Fang Yinnian staring straight at his phone, poking it mechanically from time to time, and asked nosily:
“President Fang, are you in love?”
Fang Yinnian didn’t even lift his head. “No.”
Xiao Lin pursed his lips. “The variety show Film Emperor Cheng is filming starts next month. Regarding Mr. Xiao…”
Hearing this, Fang Yinnian put down the pen in his right hand and looked at Xiao Lin.
He pondered thoughtfully for a long time and asked, “Next month, do I have any important arrangements?”
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