Let’s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 588 -588: Raising a Star (11)

Chapter 588 -588: Raising a Star (11)

“Hmph.”

He snorted softly, his hat nearly obscuring his entire face, “Aren’t you going to drive? Are you waiting for them to jump on me and beat me up?”

That was clearly directed at Chuzheng.

Chuzheng: “…”

Why aren’t you dead yet?!

Who the hell are you?!

What the hell did Lan Ling cram into my car?!

Chuzheng started the car, reversed it, and got on the main road.

The passenger slumped in his seat as if he had no bones.

He fumbled around inside his oversized hoodie and suddenly pulled out a bottle of beer, opened it, and took several large gulps.

As he tilted his head back to drink, the hat slipped a little, and Chuzheng got a glimpse of his profile.

The first impression it gave was breathtaking.

It was a sharp kind of breathtaking that left a deep impression, impossible to forget.

Just the side profile was so perfect it was like an exquisitely carved work of art by God Himself.

He looks a bit familiar…

Chuzheng pondered for a moment.

She finally remembered who this guy was.

Feng Wang.

The vase actor who stole her trending spot.

How is he an artist under Lan Ling?!

While Chuzheng was pondering this for a moment, Feng Wang had already finished off one bottle of beer and was reaching for the second… the third…

Chuzheng’s gaze fell on his oversized hoodie.

How much beer did he stuff inside?

“What are you looking at?” The man’s voice had a hint of danger, “Haven’t seen someone as handsome as me before? Even if you are an artist signed by Lan Ling, you are not allowed to have any inappropriate thoughts about me. I have a sugar daddy!”

The last sentence carried a trace of pride.

Chuzheng: “…”

Right, this vase even has a sugar daddy.

Chuzheng turned the steering wheel sharply, and the car swerved abruptly, causing Feng Wang, who hadn’t fastened his seatbelt, to crash against the window.

With a loud ‘thud,’ the sound was very satisfying to Chuzheng.

Damned fool!

Feng Wang clutched his head: “Are you trying to murder me?”

“Dodging a car,” Chuzheng lied succinctly.

Feng Wang hadn’t been paying attention to the road and had no idea if there was any traffic ahead, so he couldn’t argue and simply pulled out another bottle of beer to drink.

He gulped it down as if it were water.

By the time Chuzheng parked the car, Feng Wang had already finished the sixth bottle.

He crumpled the beer cans and stuffed them into the large pocket of his hoodie, then pushed the car door open and headed straight for the elevator.

Chuzheng followed a step behind; inside the elevator, the man’s finger rested on the elevator button, “Which floor?”

Without answering him, Chuzheng reached out and pressed a floor.

The man chuckled and leaned against the elevator wall.

The mirror inside the elevator reflected the man’s silhouette.

His tall, straight legs crossed, his face concealed by his hat, his long fingers tapping rhythmically on the elevator handrail, the tapping reverberating in the confined space.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened, and the man stepped out first, turning his head left and right, “Which way?”

Chuzheng really wanted to kick him.

How dare you speak to a boss like that!

Should’ve let those people beat you to death, damned fool!

Chuzheng passed by him, took out her keys, and unlocked the door.

The man strolled over just as Chuzheng was opening the door.

Chuzheng turned on the lights and went inside, while the man first peeked inside as if looking for any strange creatures before entering.

“Do you have slippers?”

“No.”

Man: “…”

The man rummaged through the shoe cabinet himself, found an unopened pair of disposable slippers, and without regard for Chuzheng’s consent, tore open the packaging and put them on.

Chuzheng stood in the living room and watched him.

The man made himself right at home as he entered, completely unaffected by the unfamiliar surroundings.

“When did you sign with Lan Ling?”

The man suddenly spoke up.

His voice had a very distinct flavor.

It was like the sound of lofty mountains and flowing water, clear and far-reaching.

Just listening to him speak felt like a treat.

He had a voice perfect for broadcasting.

“None of your business,” Chuzheng replied coldly.

“Hmm, after all, we’ll have to work together in the future, seeing each other day in and day out. How is it not my concern? You’ll even have to call me ‘senior brother’.”

Feng Wang’s narcissism was probably unmatched by anyone.

Just look at his behavior online, and you could get a glimpse of it.

“Can I sit?” Feng Wang asked, gesturing to the couch.

You didn’t have manners when you came in, now you do?

Chuzheng didn’t give a definitive response, but Feng Wang took it as consent.

He slumped on the sofa, removed his hat, and revealed that stunningly handsome face that could captivate souls under the spotlight.

It had to be said, this guy truly had the potential to be a mere pretty face.

The mere sight of him onstage could make countless people scream.

Chuzheng didn’t know how he managed to get himself in such a mess.

The man grabbed a pillow to hug and yawned, “You don’t mind if your ‘senior brother’ takes a nap here, do you?”

“Would you leave if I said I do mind?” I want to beat you to death, you damn dog.

Feng Wang: “Of course not, Lan Ling is the one who told you to bring me back.”

He gave Chuzheng a wary glance and said, “You better not try anything on me while I’m asleep!”

Chuzheng gave him a cold look and turned to enter her room.

–

Half an hour later, Lan Ling arrived, and as soon as she entered she pointed at Feng Wang, who was lying on the sofa, and scolded him furiously: “Feng Wang, you’ve got the nerve to sleep, get up!!”

Feng Wang sat up abruptly, his flaxen hair sticking up in places.

“You cause trouble even at a wrap party—can’t you stay out of trouble for a few days? You’re not happy unless you’re trending, huh? If you want to trend, at least make it for something good!”

Feng Wang ran his hand through his hair, defending himself: “What’s it got to do with me? That person suddenly came at me, I was just defending myself.”

“Self-defense my ass!” Lan Ling swore in anger: “You’ll soon see the trending news of you assaulting a journalist.”

Feng Wang insisted, still hugging the pillow: “He struck first.”

Lan Ling, hands on her hips: “Would he have struck at all if you hadn’t provoked him?”

Feng Wang: “But he did strike first, didn’t he?”

Lan Ling: “Even if he did, do you think you can get the public to believe you now?”

It seemed like Feng Wang wasn’t too worried, as fleas become a concern only when they’re abundant. He even looked a bit drowsy.

Lan Ling felt like she was about to have a heart attack from the anger, she pointed at Feng Wang, wanting to curse but finding herself unable to.

This guy was completely impervious to criticism. Rant all you want, he’ll still be the same the next day.

Lan Ling took a deep breath and knocked on Chuzheng’s door.

“That’s Feng Wang; you probably recognize him. He’s one of my artists too,” Lan Ling suddenly felt that this girl was easier to manage compared to that scourge.

Chuzheng hummed indifferently.

Seeing this, Lan Ling didn’t elaborate much further: “I’m going to take him back and sort this out. If you need anything, call Liang Xi or me.”

“Okay.”

“Take care of yourself,” Lan Ling said before turning to call the person on the couch: “Feng Wang, let’s go.”

Feng Wang looked over blankly, uttered an “Oh,” put down the pillow carefully, and then followed Lan Ling out.

He walked unsteadily, as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Not at all.”

“I can smell the liquor. Haven’t I told you not to drink? Why won’t you listen?”

“Someone forced me to drink at the wrap party.”

“Ha, with your sugar daddy looking out for you, who would dare force you to drink?”

“…”

“Where’s the alcohol?”

Chuzheng heard a clattering sound, probably of him fumbling with a can.

Then there was Lan Ling’s tremulous muttering of curses.