BPTCMW : Chapter 12

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You can find the chapter 1 to 11 on KnoxT  by Lan Bao Bao ♥

Here the chapter 12

Han Yi’s gaze fell on Xia Yang’s wrist, faintly marked with red, lingering for two seconds before he frowned and shifted his attention to the trembling Jin Yang. His frown deepened.

No matter what, the marriage was his private affair. Unrelated people interfering was simply causing trouble. After finally putting his family at ease, he didn’t want to expend any more energy on this matter.

The air was silent for two seconds.

“You’re very idle, aren’t you?” His gaze on Jin Yang grew colder, and his voice was even colder, like the frozen river water in February.

Jin Yang’s lips trembled, stammering, “I’m sorry, brother, but I meant well. I’m worried you might be deceived for your money and affection.”

“That’s unnecessary. Mind your own business,” Han Yi cut him off harshly. “If you’re too idle, find a hospital and get your brain checked.”

“…” Jin Yang bit his lip, not daring to speak further, shrinking like a turtle into its shell.

Triumphant in using tea against tea, Xia Yang felt satisfied and refreshed, for the first time having an urge to hug and kiss his “plastic husband.”

At crucial moments, Han Yi still sided with his spouse. Even if the relationship was “plastic,” it was good-quality plastic!

Xia Yang gave a grateful glance to his “good plastic” and gently draped the tie around his neck.

“Dear, my wrists are still a bit sore and numb, so I won’t tie it for you. This time, you do it yourself, okay?”

Han Yi: “…”

*

After breakfast, they started their return journey. It was the weekend, so there was no morning rush hour, and the drive was smooth.

The car interior remained silent as usual, an atmosphere Xia Yang had grown accustomed to. He took out his phone.

As soon as he opened WeChat, he saw that Grandma Tang had just updated her Moments a few minutes ago.

It was a candid shot of him standing beside Han Yi’s wheelchair, showing only their backs, but it looked harmonious and happy, even giving off an old married couple vibe.

He didn’t know when the photo was taken, and Grandma Tang had added a simple caption:

**[Peaceful times, truly good.]**

Xia Yang liked the post, tapped his phone a couple of times, and said with a smile, “Grandma is quite the literary youth. Her poetic words embellish our photo so well, I almost believe it.”

Han Yi glanced at him, then took out his own phone and opened WeChat.

Then he saw Xia Yang’s comment under Grandma Tang’s “peaceful times”:

**[He’s good, I’m good~~]**

Han Yi: “…”

His mind flashed to the corresponding phrase from a Shenbao ad, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes, unable to face the Moments post any longer.

**

Back home, Han Yi threw himself into work. Several international resorts and amusement parks were looking to purchase the company’s luxury cruises, and negotiations were about to begin.

Meanwhile, Xia Yang, who had been idle for a while, received a call from Tong Wei in the morning.

“Been bored out of your mind at home lately, huh? How does it feel?” The boss hit a sore spot right away.

Xia Yang yawned lazily, “Feels… incredibly comfortable.”

Tong Wei was taken aback, his tone displeased, “So young and already lying flat. You’ll cry about it later.”

Xia Yang laughed lightly, “Don’t worry about me. I have a thick bankroll.”

“…”

Twice thwarted, Tong Wei couldn’t keep up the pretense. Clearing his throat, he said, “There’s a dinner tonight with that investor, Mr. Gou. He specifically requested you.”

Who? Xia Yang took two seconds to recall. At the last drinking session, Gou Wuliang had sexually harassed him, and Xia Yang had beaten him up in the restroom.

“Heh, that guy is a masochist? Didn’t get enough of a beating?”

“You…” Tong Wei ground his teeth over the phone, but knowing he was in the wrong, his tone softened, “It’s been a while since that incident. He’s really here to discuss investment this time. Plus, you hit him last time, and he didn’t hold a grudge. He’s thinking of you first for this good thing…”

“What? A good thing?” Xia Yang’s worldview shattered, almost laughing in anger. “Then you take this fortune yourself. Do you want it?”

Tong Wei could no longer contain his anger, shouting over the phone, “Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. If you want to resume work, you must cooperate, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

“Please, don’t be polite.” Xia Yang rubbed his ears and yawned again. “I’m a worker, but I don’t want to earn humiliating money. Do as you wish.”

Tong Wei: “…”

*

The next morning, Xia Yang was awakened by a phone call while still dreaming. Groggily, he picked up his phone and saw an unfamiliar number.

“Hello? Who is it?” he asked reluctantly.

“Xia Yang-ge, something’s wrong. Check Tong Wei’s Weibo quickly.” A young talent from the company, who was on good terms with him, said urgently.

Hearing the panic in his voice, Xia Yang rubbed his eyes and sat up, “What’s up? Did Boss Tong get reported by the public?”

“Oh no, not him, it’s you… Brother, just check it!”

What did he mean, not Tong Wei, but him? Had he been reported by the public???

But he hadn’t done anything illegal recently!

Half his sleepiness gone, Xia Yang propped himself up, grabbed his phone, and opened Weibo, heading to Tong Wei’s main page.

Scrolling down, he saw Tong Wei’s latest official announcement posted on behalf of the company:

**—”Regarding the termination of our contract with artist Xia Yang from Xishan Entertainment.”**

The statement claimed that artist Xia Yang repeatedly disobeyed company regulations, refused to participate in arranged business trips, causing the company significant losses, and seriously violated the rules.

Based on this, the company decided to terminate the contract, effective immediately.

Oh wow! So, from being shelved to contract termination, it was a joyous moment.

He thought something serious had happened.

Exiting Weibo, he was about to privately message Boss Tong to praise his wise decision and ask for compensation. But he saw the company group chat had dozens of unread messages.

Clearly, Tong Wei was using him to make an example, intimidating others. The Weibo announcement was also shared in the artist group chat.

A bunch of minor talents chimed in:

–Boss is wise!

–Boss is mighty!

–Boss, you! Are! My! God!

–From what I know, Xia Yang not only disobeyed company orders but also had secret dealings with Yuka, who previously terminated his contract. Who knows if he’s done anything treacherous!

–Guys, let this incident be a wake-up call to all signed artists. Work hard, follow orders! Going against the boss has no good outcome!

–At the end of the day, it’s not the company giving up on Xia Yang. It’s him giving up on himself. The entertainment industry is tough; everyone, take care and cherish what you have.

–I bet Xia Yang regrets it now.

–I heard his family situation isn’t good. He’s sharing a rented apartment. Losing his job means he’ll be homeless, a stray dog…

–He’s probably crying in some corner now, begging Tong Ge for another chance!

Oh my, screw you guys. Xia Yang read the twisted assumptions about him, suddenly realizing how many idiots he had around him.

Seeing the group’s speculation about him evolve from crying to hitting his head against the ground, from a stray dog to a toyboy clinging to rich women…

He decided he had to do something.

Oh no, to be precise, he had to show something.

But with so much hard evidence around him, what should he show…

Pondering this serious question from waking up through brushing his teeth, he found no solution. So, he went downstairs and walked to the beach a kilometer away from the villa to clear his thoughts.

Since arriving here, he had only heard from Fang Ming that the villa was by the sea and mountains. The white private beach belonged to their master, and half a kilometer further was a private dock with a small yacht, also belonging to their master.

He had only heard of it before but never seen it. Now, seeing it, he was amazed. The clear sea and mountains, peaceful and elegant, the sparkling blue water, and the gleaming white sand under the sun seemed like a beautiful holiday paradise.

“Amazing, this isn’t just wealthy; this is godly wealth!” He rubbed his unworldly eyes, muttering to himself.

The sea breeze lifted his hair as he stood, lost in the beauty. Suddenly, a low voice came from behind, “What are you doing here?”

Xia Yang jumped, turning to see Han Yi had somehow come up behind him, watching.

“Hey, godly wealthy, what brings you here? Are you here to watch the sea with me?” he joked.

Han Yi’s face was expressionless, “You’re overthinking.”

Xia Yang laughed, his black pupils reflecting the sunrise. His gaze lingered on the clean water before he walked forward a few steps.

His shoes left a trail of footprints on the sand. He turned, noticed Han Yi watching, and grinned.

“You know, the company terminated my contract today. Everyone’s waiting to see me turn into a stray dog.”

Han Yi paused, “So you’re planning to jump into the sea.”

“…,” Xia Yang closed his eyes, “We’re married. Don’t curse me.”

Han Yi lowered his gaze, saying nothing.

After a while, Xia Yang returned from the sea and continued, “I was a bit down, but now I have a new understanding of my situation. I’m going to do something earth-shattering!”

“What?” Han Yi raised an eyebrow.

“I want to play you.”

“?”

“Godly wealthy,” Xia Yang’s doe eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at him, “Help me, assist me in posing as a… wealthy person.”

Author’s Note:

Low EQ: I want to show off!

High EQ: I want to play you~