Lu Qin was like a polar bear enduring the mating season alone on the ice. Although he was tall, covered in snow-white fur, and seemed largely unaffected, there was a subtle sense of pitiable clumsiness about him.
Pei Rong inexplicably had this association and couldn’t help feeling a bit fond of him.
Only a bit, no more. He mustn’t get too attached because, after all, he was a bear with astonishing biting force, combined with the attributes of a financial giant.
After his laughter subsided, Pei Rong began to play dumb, saying,"Is President Lu here to visit the set?"
Jianglu Entertainment, established by the Lu family, was managed by Zhou Hang. They made a small investment in this drama.
Pei Rong hoped this drama would become a hit, a small reward for him. He was the only one that the big boss had a connection with in this crew. Visiting was simply to see him, and Pei Rong wasn’t naïve enough not to realize that.
Lu Qin was inexplicably laughed at by Pei Rong, which silenced all his CEO-style speeches.
Was it a mocking laugh, exposing his desires? Or a mockery of him going to Siberia?
Talking on the stairs was no big deal, although Lu Qin had already sent the assistant from the first floor away. Pei Rong pushed Lu Qin and went upstairs, looking beyond him.
Lu Qin spontaneously followed, watching as Pei Rong took out the key and opened the door, feeling an urge to lock the door from behind as soon as the lock clicked.
He had been gone for a month, and he couldn’t do this as soon as he walked in. Although Pei Rong always smiled and seemed to have a lighthearted personality, he would vomit when he saw Jiang Tian. What he liked and what he hated couldn’t be clearer.
Pei Rong opened the door and found the light switch on the wall. The room lit up; it was spacious, with ordinary and mismatched furniture. Two suitcases were spread out on the floor, one containing clothes and the other daily necessities. It had been a month, and no one had even bothered to put away the items on the table.
The bed still looked as if it had been uncovered in the morning. Besides these two spots, there were no signs of Pei Rong’s presence.
Lu Qin furrowed his brow. “Is filming so busy? The assistants aren’t working?”
Should he have transferred the executive secretary? If he had known that Pei Rong was so busy that he didn’t even have time to tidy up the clothes in his suitcase, he wouldn’t have let Pei Rong join the crew.
Pei Rong replied, “I didn’t let them come upstairs.”
Lu Qin noticed his special treatment and couldn’t help but curl the corner of his mouth. He came at this hour and didn’t arrange accommodation, carrying his suitcase and waiting for Pei Rong. Anyone could see his intentions.
“Sit wherever you like,” Pei Rong said, then remembered that he hadn’t cleaned the chairs due to laziness. “Sit on the bed; we’re changing the beddings tonight, anyway.”
President Lu’s thinking surged forward, and he immediately entered a honeymoon state.
The pants were thin at the beginning of summer, and there was nowhere to hide what’s happening down there.
Pei Rong looked at him speechlessly. “Does President Lu need to take a bath first?”
It was getting late, and Lu Qin was afraid of spending too much time in the bathroom, affecting Pei Rong’s bath and rest. He took some clothes from the suitcase and said, “I’ll go downstairs to wash.”
“Ah...” Pei Rong wanted to stop him; the first floor had a shared shower for four male assistants, and Mr. Lu probably wouldn’t like it.
Lu Qin hurriedly left, not daring to linger for a moment.
When he returned, Pei Rong had already finished bathing, blow-dried his hair, and changed the orange-scented bedspread.
Pei Rong was wearing light blue pajamas, his clavicle was distinct, and he was curled up in the bed reading a book. There was a 1.5-meter space on the two-meter-wide bed.
Lu Qin’s cold shower had cleared his mind. He was wildly speculating about the meaning of Pei Rong’s behavior. Was it tacit approval or complete defenselessness?
Pei Rong beckoned, “President Lu, there’s an economics question here. Can you help me with it?”
Lu Qin knew that Pei Rong played the role of an economic researcher in the drama, but his current state of mind couldn’t handle complex economic questions. He thought Pei Rong might need to pay a little price for his assistance.
In the book, “shock therapy” was crossed out, and all the keywords were circled.
“Do you think it’s useful, President Lu?”
Pei Rong knew everything!
Yes, Pei Rong had seen all sorts of people. If he couldn’t even tell when someone was lusting after his beauty, how could he survive?
Lu Qin’s expression kept changing, from being irritated at being seen through to relief.
He admitted, “It’s not useful for me.”
Pei Rong propped up his chin. “Well, repression is not as good as release.”
Lu Qin’s heart was working at overload, every beat was filled with flammable and explosive blood. As long as there was a spark, or even without a spark, as long as Pei Rong took out something like a matchbox...
Pei Rong had his hair cut short, and his smooth black hair couldn’t hide his delicate earlobes and the nape of his neck. He held a book, looking like a pure university student, but his words were anything but.
“Appetite comes with desire. It’s quite normal. The more you suppress it, the stronger it rebounds,” Pei Rong calmly analyzed, raising his gaze, “Actually, I can help President Lu, each taking what they need.”
Lu Qin frowned. His first reaction wasn’t to agree with Pei Rong’s words, but the word “help” was too enticing, and he blurted out, “How can you help?”
Pei Rong stretched lazily, trying to perk up. He said, “The more you can’t have something, the more you want it. That’s how people are. When you suppress it too hard, you first satisfy it, and then you control the frequency. It starts from once every two days, then once a week, once a month, once every six months. Well, maybe not even six months.”
Lu Qin closed his eyes, considering quitting the addiction to the internet.
Some people didn’t even have game accounts and yet they want to quit internet addiction. What a joke.
He had an intuition that Pei Rong wasn’t quite right, but two days once, two days once, two days once... As long as there was a bit of video content, he could manage two days once. Who needed a bicycle?
Lu Qin spoke hoarsely, “Mm.”
He asked Pei Rong without spoiling the mood, “What do you mean by ‘each takes what they need’?”
Pei Rong narrowed his eyes. What he needed, of course, was a graceful exit from this relationship. If he wanted to leave, he couldn’t keep hanging onto Lu Qin, irritating him to the point of pushing him away. The best strategy was to make Lu Qin lose interest in his body.
People like Lu Qin, who had been pampered from childhood, could have whatever they wanted, and what excited them was what they couldn’t have. Once they got it, they’d find it plain and uninteresting, and power and influence were the most attractive things.
It had been three months since their last intimate encounter. Pei Rong had experienced Lu Qin’s enthusiasm; he didn’t dare to wait until Lu Qin reached his limit and took the initiative. He had to act first and establish the rules of the game.
With Lu Qin’s current state, he wouldn’t detect the trap.
Once the rules were set, there was no turning back.
Talking about “each takes what they need” with Lu Qin made Pei Rong’s palms sweat. He pressed his lips and said, “I hope President Lu won’t be as unrestrained as last time. You must listen to me, okay?”
Lu Qin, at this moment, would agree to anything. “Okay.”
Pei Rong’s eyelashes flickered, his scalp tingling. “Good.”
He should have waited to discuss it another day. Dragging it out one more day was no big deal.
Tomorrow, they were filming, and the day after they had a break. If they discussed it tomorrow, what excuse could he use to make Lu Qin stop?
Pei Rong, the scheming beauty, had woven a good plan and successfully deceived Lu Qin.
Lu Qin felt sorry for Pei Rong, who had to work the next day. They didn’t reach the end, but it was still satisfactory.
He looked at Pei Rong’s sleeping face and felt that he had lost a bit of weight. It must be because of the poor diet and harsh conditions.
Was there not a single good chef among the four assistants Zhou Hang had found? Useless.
The next day, Pei Rong went to the film set, and Lu Qin had the internet connection reinstalled in the small courtyard, setting up a home video office.
Pei Rong felt like he hadn’t returned after a month because he almost didn’t recognize the place. There were many new pieces of furniture, and even the old ones had been polished to a shine.
Lu Qin was cooking in the kitchen on the first floor, and Pei Rong stood behind him, watching.
Lu Qin’s cooking style was quite rough, akin to a chef in a rustic county. He didn’t meticulously measure the seasonings; instead, he scooped them directly from open containers with a spatula, quick to the point that it was hard to keep track of how much he added.
Upon closer inspection, Lu Qin didn’t use complex seasonings. There was only salt and soy sauce on the table, emphasizing the natural flavor of the food.
The sound of food sizzling in the iron pan was loud, but it had an appetizing quality.
Pei Rong watched as Lu Qin skillfully stirred the cabbage in the iron pan, feeling that he might have a better life than the vegetables.
He took a deep breath and, surprisingly, the aroma was particularly enticing.
Lu Qin remembered that Pei Rong liked simple, hearty dishes without too much fuss. He, as a CEO, didn’t have time to learn fancy cooking techniques. As his assistant prepared the ingredients, he took care of the cooking, which didn’t take much time.
When the meal was ready, Lu Qin changed into a short-sleeved shirt and took a seat, looking well-groomed.
Pei Rong seemed a bit perplexed. “If you wanted freshly cooked food, you could have asked the assistant to make it.”
Lu Qin replied, “It wouldn’t taste as good.”
Pei Rong asked, “Have you tried it?”
Lu Qin confidently responded, “You’ve gotten slimmer. Can it be tasty?”
Pei Rong retorted, “I’ve been eating quite well.”
The home-cooked stir-fry was exceptionally appetizing. Pei Rong only put down his chopsticks after finishing a bowl of rice.
Lu Qin quickly finished the remaining rice in his bowl and then messaged his assistant to come and clean up.
On the first day that Lu Qin came to Pei Rong’s place, the poor assistant was sent to stay with the brothers in the adjacent room.
Lu Qin’s behavior was exemplary, to the point that Pei Rong was shocked when he rejected him.
Pei Rong reminded him, “Lu Qin, you won’t forget, right? Every two days.”
Lu Qin responded, “But you didn’t have a shoot yesterday.”
Pei Rong said, “This has nothing to do with shooting.”
Lu Qin, trying to be innocent, said, “Well, I thought you didn’t want it last night...”
Pei Rong raised an eyebrow, appearing to question Lu Qin about his trustworthiness.
Lu Qin: “Alright.”
Lu Qin, feeling wronged, slept with the beautiful young man for the night.
The next day, Pei Rong had a day off, and Lu Qin spent the entire day in video conferences, occasionally pausing to have a drink of water, subconsciously searching for Pei Rong, who was either sleeping or reading.
In the evening, Pei Rong softly told him, “Tomorrow is the morning performance. I have to get up at three-thirty.”
Lu Qin calculated: “...”
Pei Rong showed some mercy. “Just once, no more.”
Lu Qin: “...”
The beautiful young man fell asleep at ten-thirty, leaving Lu Qin full of frustration.
For two days, he could always wait for a day when Pei Rong didn’t have any scenes, and if necessary, he would go and pressure the director.
Pei Rong saw through it but didn’t expose it, continuing to film as usual, occasionally asking Lu Qin for advice on economics and revising some character lines.
After another two days, Lu Qin was certain that Pei Rong wouldn’t have any scenes the next day. Not just the next day, but not for the following day either, all pushed to the later schedule.
Pei Rong quietly watched him manipulate behind the scenes, and only after the moon had risen did he tell him, “This time it’s in seven days.”
Lu Qin’s expression was as if he had encountered some earth-shattering conspiracy, as if he thought he was being jointly strangled by the Wall Street capital.
Pei Rong smiled and patiently explained, “Didn’t we agree, every two days, then every seven days...”
Lu Qin couldn’t believe it. “Doesn’t each frequency last for a period of time?”
Didn’t that mean next time would be a month?!
Pei Rong looked at him with slight amazement. “Isn’t President Lu here for detox? How can you say such indulgent words?”
Lu Qin: “...”
President Lu remained silent.
It’s you, Pei Rong, who had a big heart.
they're so cute omg, thanks for the chapter!! <3
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