BPTCMW : Chapter 60

After taking all the promotional photos, Xia Yang still couldn’t calm down.

He felt increasingly overwhelmed by Han Yi’s straightforward expressions of affection. The aftereffects were powerful—both shy and exhilarating.

As they left the studio and said goodbye to the other guests, Qi Le told Xia Yang he’d wait in the car, so Xia Yang headed to the parking lot to find his manager.

“So, how did it go? Which company are you assigned to?” Qi Le asked as soon as Xia Yang got in the car.

Xia Yang sat in the passenger seat and replied, “Yunding Group, private assistant to the chairman.”

“Yunding…” Qi Le paused, then widened his eyes. “Isn’t Yunding’s boss Han Yi? Is the big boss trying to enter showbiz, appearing on reality shows?”

“He doesn’t need to; he’s already well-known enough,” Xia Yang said objectively.

Qi Le ignored that remark and continued, “So, you’re going to be Han Yi’s assistant?”

“Yeah, private assistant,” Xia Yang emphasized.

“Sigh,” Qi Le sighed, giving him a sympathetic look. “I’ve heard that this Han Yi is a bit of a maniac.”

“???”

“A workaholic, ruthless, and demanding of his subordinates. Working as his assistant will be tough for you.” Qi Le patted Xia Yang’s back, trying to console him. After a moment, he seemed to remember something and slapped his thigh. “Damn, no wonder the production team was so secretive. They planned to put you through hell. I’m going to talk to them!”

“Hey, don’t! Qi Ge,” Xia Yang quickly pulled Qi Le back, patting his back in return. “The production team is just trying to create a buzz. It’s fine; I’m actually happy about it! Besides…” He looked away and swallowed, “I just met the boss, and he doesn’t seem… like a maniac. He’s a good person.”

“Really?” Qi Le raised an eyebrow.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Alright, then. ‘A sharp sword is forged through hardship.’ It’s only a little over a week; think of it as leveling up by fighting monsters.”

Xia Yang: “…”

He shook his head slightly, not wanting to continue arguing with his manager about this topic.

The atmosphere quieted, and they stopped talking. Xia Yang leaned back in his seat and took out his phone to message Han Yi.

[Xia Yang]: Did you get back to the office?

[Han Yi]: Almost there. You?

[Xia Yang]: On the road, heading back.

[Xia Yang]: You know, my manager just expressed concern about my current situation [grinning][grinning].

[Han Yi]: ?

[Xia Yang]: He thinks working under you isn’t a good thing, saying it’s tough and stressful, making this little assistant of yours tremble with fear.

[Han Yi]: He might have a persecution complex; suggest he sees a doctor soon.

[Han Yi]: You don’t need to listen to him or worry. No matter what happens, I’ll protect you.

Xia Yang stared at his phone, stunned.

“Protect you.” Those words were very manly, very touching.

He had only intended to joke around with Han Yi, but seeing these serious words felt like a warm current flowed through his heart, warming his entire being.

—

On the first day of filming, Xia Yang arrived early at the production team and went with the staff to the company.

Both he and Owen were interning at Yunding Group, with Owen’s position being a reception specialist.

“Idol, since we’re in the same company for filming, let’s have lunch together if you’re free. I heard their cafeteria is super luxurious,” Owen suggested during the car ride.

Xia Yang smiled, “Sure.”

An hour later, the car stopped at Yunding Group’s building entrance. The production team got out, and the company liaison led them inside, splitting into two groups—one heading to the chairman’s office floor and the other to the reception department.

Yesterday, Qi Le had already conveyed the production team’s message to Xia Yang: authenticity, confidence, and responsibility are the show’s core values. The artists were expected to show their willingness to challenge themselves and explore unlimited possibilities.

Han Yi was on the 37th floor, the exclusive floor for the chairman, with a sprawling office area, a reading area, a gym, and a rest area.

The production team was stunned.

“An entire floor for one person? This boss must be insanely rich!”

“Let’s request to film here for the next six months.”

“Agreed! I’ll support that with both hands, feet, and kidneys!”

Once everything was set up, filming began.

Han Yi sat at his desk, explaining the job responsibilities to Assistant Xia Yang face-to-face.

“You’ll be responsible for tasks including document organization, some reporting and communication, scheduling, and handling daily work such as making coffee, ordering meals, and accompanying me on business trips and meetings. Is that acceptable?”

“Oh, sure, no problem.” Xia Yang nodded like a pecking chicken.

It seemed the boss was easygoing; he’d never seen a superior who was so open to negotiation when assigning tasks!

“Alright, start by organizing the documents today,” Han Yi said, pointing to a corner of the desk.

Following his gesture, Xia Yang saw a mountain of paper documents.

“…Uh.” He rubbed his eyes hard, shocked. “Is this a month’s worth of documents?”

“No,” Han Yi said. “One day’s.”

“…”

No wonder they were a business giant—they were massive in every aspect.

Recovering from the initial shock, Xia Yang grinned and nodded, “Okay, I’ll organize them as quickly as possible. Any specific requirements?”

“Separate the documents that need to be signed from those that have completed the entire process, and file them accordingly,” Han Yi instructed.

Xia Yang took out a small notebook, jotting down notes while listening, then raised his hand, “Teacher, oh no, Boss, I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“How do I distinguish between the documents that need signing and those that have completed the process?”

“Sit over here, and I’ll teach you,” Han Yi said, pointing to the seat beside him.

The camera zoomed in, capturing a harmonious scene: Xia Yang listening intently, occasionally taking notes, and Han Yi explaining meticulously. His penmanship was strong and bold, while his gaze held a rare softness.

The production team members couldn’t help but whisper to each other in envy.

“Hey, isn’t this boss supposed to be cold and difficult? He seems very gentle—a perfect boss.”

“Maybe he’s just acting nice for the cameras. If not, people would tear him apart online.”

“That makes sense. Let’s observe more. If he’s faking it, it won’t last long; he’s not an actor…”

As noon approached, Xia Yang had only managed to organize a third of the documents. Seeing the sheer volume of pending files, he could only imagine how busy Han Yi was daily.

He stretched his sore neck and glanced through the glass door at the busy man inside. Just as he was about to ask Han Yi what he wanted for lunch, his phone rang.

It was Owen.

“Idol, are you done? Want to grab lunch together?”

Xia Yang remembered their morning arrangement.

“Uh, I’m not done yet. You go ahead.”

“Not done yet?” Owen sounded surprised. “Wow, these capitalists really like to exploit workers, huh? Not even letting you off for lunch.”

“It’s not like that; I chose to work through lunch,” Xia Yang denied, speaking earnestly. “Han Yi is very busy, and I have to help share the load.”

“Huh?” Owen seemed amused. “Idol, you’re so cute. We’re just filming a reality show; you don’t have to take it so seriously. Besides, why do you need to help him? You’re not his wife!”

“…” Xia Yang choked up, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Making up a quick excuse, he ended the call. Just then, Han Yi emerged from his office.

“Still working? Why’s your face so red?” Han Yi asked, looking down at the young man buried in a pile of documents.

“It’s… hot,” Xia Yang stammered, standing up. “What do you want for lunch? I can go to the cafeteria and get it for you.”

“No need; I’ve already ordered Japanese food,” Han Yi replied. “Lunch is on Mr. Han.”

…

The production team and cameramen returned after lunch, only to be stunned by the sight before them.

The table was covered with dishes: foie gras nigiri, mousse daifuku, fried chicken, Arctic surf clam sashimi, salmon platter, sushi rolls…

Judging by the packaging, it was from a renowned Japanese restaurant, famous for its artistic packaging.

Inside, their conversation drifted out.

Xia Yang: “Thanks for the generous lunch, Mr. Han. This will be an endless source of energy for my work!”

Han Yi: “If you like it, we can order more tomorrow. We can’t let Assistant Xia Yang go hungry.”

Production team member: “!”

Cameraman: “!”

Tears of envy were practically streaming from their eyes.

“Oh my god, does Mr. Han treat all his assistants this well?”

“Is he trying to appear approachable by spending a fortune to act on camera?”

“The cameras are off during lunch; why would he act?”

“Ugh! Is it too late to quit and apply for the assistant position?”

Trying to hold back tears, the team members followed the secretary to the break room downstairs.

Lunch break was two hours, and there was no filming during this time. Xia Yang said he wouldn’t nap and wanted to use the time to work and help his boss.

After all, he had eaten a luxurious lunch on Han Yi’s dime.

Han Yi nodded, not stopping him. “Then I’ll rest. My nap room is the innermost room. If you need anything, just call me.”

“Sure, go ahead and rest,” Xia Yang waved, watching him go into the glass-walled room.

Once alone, the air grew quiet, with only the ticking clock breaking the silence.

Xia Yang went back to sorting documents for a while, then stood up to stretch his sore shoulders. Glancing through the glass door, he noticed the door to Han Yi’s nap room was slightly ajar.

A surge of curiosity flared within him. He wondered what Han Yi’s nap room looked like. And did Han Yi change clothes for his nap? What did he wear to sleep?

Driven by curiosity, he tiptoed toward the nap room, gently pushed the door open, and peeked inside. There, he saw a large bed, nearly six feet long.

Han Yi, now wearing a light gray casual shirt, lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

His long eyelashes, slightly pursed lips, and the perfect profile of his nose created a stunning side profile. His broad chest rose and fell rhythmically. Xia Yang stood at the door, watching for a moment, then couldn’t resist moving closer.

He wanted to get a better look at this man, to study how his nose could be so perfect…

With these thoughts, he slowly moved closer to the bed. Just as he reached the edge, Han Yi’s hand suddenly lifted, resting on Xia Yang’s neck, the warm fingertips touching just behind his ear.

“Ah.” Startled, Xia Yang shivered, almost falling into Han Yi’s chest.

“Finished your work?” Han Yi’s eyes opened, locking onto his, a faint heat in his gaze. His warm breath brushed against Xia Yang’s ear, his deep voice seductive.

“No…” Xia Yang’s heart raced, his eyes widening slightly, looking like a small, startled deer. “I-I wanted to see your nap room out of curiosity. I’ve never seen it, so I was curious.”

“Hmm, okay, take a look,” Han Yi chuckled, tightening his arm. His strong muscles showed, firm yet gentle as he pulled Xia Yang into his embrace.

“But there’s an unspoken rule in my nap room: once you’re here, you can’t leave.”

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