Xiao Jun opened his mouth a few times, almost blurting out a recommendation for a certain brand of lubricant—something about long-lasting hydration, strong effects, and being a great aid in love…
But when the words were about to come out, he swallowed them back.
Maybe it’s better not to make any random recommendations.
What kind of position is he in to discuss such a sensitive topic with Mr. Han? It might come off as trying to seduce him!
Thinking this, he quickly shook his head and waved his hand, saying, “No, no, red flower oil… is definitely the best, YYDS!”
Han Yi: “…”
“Please wait a moment; I’ll go get it right away!” Xiao Jun said, then rushed into the elevator and returned in less than five minutes with the red flower oil.
He thoughtfully left the red flower oil at the office door, knocked, and then quickly slipped away.
He understood that not disturbing them was the greatest respect he could offer.
After leaving, it wasn’t long before he received a WeChat message from Xia Yang, telling him that he could go home and rest after dinner. Xiao Jun fully understood and succinctly replied.
[Assistant Xiao Jun]: Okay, ge, I’ll take the dinner home to eat. Take care of yourself; you have to continue filming tomorrow!
[Yang]: Oh, I’m tough, just a bit of red flower oil, and I’ll be fine tomorrow.
[Assistant Xiao Jun]: [Amitabha, may Buddha bless you]
He’s such an optimistic and resilient man!
In the office—
Xia Yang sat in Han Yi’s boss chair, with his right foot bare, resting on the armrest.
He wanted to apply the red flower oil himself, but Han Yi stopped him.
“Let me do it,” Han Yi said, pulling up a chair beside him and signaling for him to put his foot on his lap.
“Uh… isn’t this inappropriate?” Xia Yang wiggled his toes, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“What’s inappropriate?”
“…I don’t want to put a billionaire under my foot.”
Han Yi: “…”
“Put it there; I’m giving you this chance.”
Xia Yang: “…”
Before he could say anything else, Han Yi bent down, grasped his ankle, lifted his foot onto his lap, and rolled up his pants to his calf, gently applying the red flower oil to the injured area with a cotton ball.
The young man’s foot was pale, his ankle slender, with a reddish area around the ankle bone.
“It’s slightly swollen; you might need to apply this for a couple more days,” Han Yi said, frowning slightly.
Xia Yang looked down at him. Han Yi’s movements were gentle, something he never imagined seeing.
His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his warm fingers brushed over Xia Yang’s skin, sending a subtle, tingling sensation.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Xia Yang said, biting his lip and pulling his leg back to put on his socks.
“Apply it again after you shower tonight,” Han Yi said, putting away the cotton ball and red flower oil, then cautioned, “Do you need to take a day off tomorrow? It counts as a work injury.”
“No need,” Xia Yang waved his hand carelessly, “I’m tough, remember?”
Han Yi raised an eyebrow, momentarily misinterpreting “tough” as something far less appropriate.
Quite… inappropriate…
After regaining his composure, he took a deep breath and downed a large gulp of cold water from a bottle on the desk…
That night, they got home around 8:30 PM. After a busy day, Xia Yang was feeling a bit tired and planned to wash up and go to bed early.
Xiao Jun was supposed to come pick him up at 8:00 AM the next day. Since they couldn’t go to the company together—due to their hidden marriage—they had to go separately, staggering their times by half an hour.
Just as he grabbed his clothes and entered the bathroom, his phone rang. It was his manager.
“Qige, what’s up?” he answered.
“Yeah, how did the filming go today?” The manager, as always, got straight to the point.
Xia Yang nodded, “Pretty good. Mr. Han isn’t as difficult to get along with as rumored; he’s quite… considerate.”
“Really?” The manager sounded skeptical, “My cousin works in middle management there. He said their boss rejected three versions of a budget proposal today, nearly making him cry during a video conference. He just finished complaining to me about how strict the boss is, so I thought I’d check if you’re still alive.”
“Oh, thanks, Qige.” Xia Yang smiled thinly. Thanks were in order, but he couldn’t tolerate his boss being called strict. “Your cousin has time to complain; he could have used it to revise the proposal. When work gets tough, it’s better to look inward rather than constantly complain.”
The manager was silent for a couple of seconds before making a sound, “Huh, you haven’t been brainwashed by the capitalist, have you?”
“No, I’m just stating the facts,” Xia Yang replied, not wanting to dwell on the topic. “Anything else?”
“Yeah,” the manager quickly shifted gears, sensing his lack of enthusiasm, “Remember the star drama that approached you? ‘The Era of Creation’?”
“I remember.”
It’s a story about young entrepreneurs building an empire from scratch amidst fierce competition, relying on wisdom and staying true to their principles to create a groundbreaking business.
“Yes, that one. I’ll have Xiao Jun bring you the script in a few days. I’ve looked it over and think it might be challenging for you, given that it’s about starting a business. It’s a tough theme to grasp without personal experience… Anyway, take a look. If you’re interested, let me know, and I’ll arrange a meeting with the director.”
“Sure!” Xia Yang readily agreed.
After hanging up, he sat down to think. After a moment, he stood up, opened the door, and went to the next room.
“Mr. Han?” he called, pushing open the door.
Han Yi was about to shower, already having changed out of his suit into casual clothes. He turned when he heard Xia Yang at the door, gesturing for him to come in.
“What’s up?”
“Mr. Han, I need a favor,” Xia Yang said sweetly. “Could you help me out as my acting career advisor?”
Han Yi: “?”
Xia Yang pulled him to sit down, explaining the situation with the new drama he was considering. He was honest about his lack of experience—going from a rookie to a business tycoon wasn’t something he knew firsthand.
But Han Yi did. Describing Mr. Han as “creating an era” was hardly an exaggeration.
“Could you teach me a bit about what it’s like to be a big boss~?” he asked, tugging at Han’s arm and blinking innocently like a kitten asking for attention.
“Okay,” Han Yi agreed, his throat moving slightly. “But on one condition.”
“What condition?” Xia Yang asked.
“Let me hold you,” Han Yi said, pulling the little kitten into a tight hug. As his arms loosened, Xia Yang felt a gentle, restrained warmth brush against his ear.
…
That night, Xia Yang had countless dreams.
In each dream, Han Yi was there, holding him, hugging him, smiling at him, gently applying medicine to his leg…
In the last dream, Xia Yang even found himself climbing onto Han Yi, wrapping his arms around his neck, and kissing him on the lips.
As soon as the kiss landed, he woke up with a start, eyes wide open.
Whoa! Xia Yang’s heart raced. Was that… a wet dream?
Unbelievable, unbelievable. He’d just dreamt about Han Yi in a wet dream!
As this realization dawned, his mind heated up, his face, ears, and even his entire body seemed to warm. The blanket felt too hot, and he was almost sweating. He got out of bed, rubbed his flushed face, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
As he pushed open the bathroom door, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. Xia Yang’s gaze froze, and he stopped in his tracks.
In the mirror, a young man with misty eyes stared back at him, the corners of his eyes tinged with a blush, his face as pink as a peach blossom, full of emotion with every expression.
At that moment, the thumping in his heart and the rush of feelings made him realize that Han Yi had already filled his world…
The next day, filming resumed.
Today’s task for Xia Yang was to simulate the role of an assistant and draft a New Year’s plan.
“In two days, we’ll have the company’s year-end summary meeting. As your direct superior, I need to know your goals and plans for the coming year,” Han Yi said, seated at his desk.
The camera zoomed in on Xia Yang, capturing the confusion in his deer-like eyes.
“I… don’t quite understand,” he admitted.
He was only here to film the show, not actually work as an assistant. How was he supposed to make a plan?
“You can be creative. Anything, as long as it’s reasonable, is fine,” Han Yi explained, meeting Xia Yang’s pleading gaze. “That’s why I said ‘goals and plans for the coming year,’ not just work-related goals. Understand?”
Xia Yang thought for a moment, then seemed to get it.
After half an hour, he had filled a page. The two show producers peered over his shoulder, exchanging a glance and whispering something.
“Finished,” Xia Yang said, presenting his goals and plans to Han Yi. At that moment, one of the producers interjected.
“Sorry, may I interrupt? Could we… insert a talking point?” He rubbed his hands together, cautiously asking.
“What do you mean?” Han Yi looked up.
“Well, we’ve noticed that Mr. Han, as a boss, seems very gentle with his subordinates. Could you maybe pretend to be dissatisfied with his plan and get angry once? Just for the show’s effect…”
“So, acting,” Han Yi interrupted, bluntly pointing out, “Your show’s biggest selling point is supposed to be authenticity, isn’t it? No one mentioned a script before.”
“Uh…” The two producers choked.
The atmosphere suddenly felt heavy.
Xia Yang looked between Han Yi and the producers, quickly trying to smooth things over with a smile. “I’m okay with it, no problem. After all, I’m a rookie; it’s normal for a boss to… discipline me.”
The two producers smiled gratefully, praising him for his “big-picture thinking” and “understanding.”
But their praises were cut short by Han Yi.
“I don’t accept it,” he said firmly, clenching his jaw. “To deny someone without reason, even if it has no real impact, is selfish and low behavior.”
The producers: “…”
Xia Yang: “!”
“I don’t think Xia Yang did anything that deserves criticism or discipline,” Han Yi said, enunciating clearly.
The two producers were left speechless, and Xia Yang gazed at Han Yi’s stern face, feeling warmth spread through him.
He knew he wasn’t that great, but hearing it from Han Yi made it feel like he was a treasure.
Perhaps this was what they called favoritism. In life, there is always someone you want to favor.
As he returned to his thoughts, Han Yi’s voice drifted into his ears again. He had finished reading the entire page.
“Not bad, meets expectations,” he commented.
Xia Yang quickly responded modestly, “You’re too kind. I still have a lot to learn from Mr. Han.”
Han Yi looked at him, a flicker of light in his deep black eyes. After a moment, he set the paper down, tapping it twice with his finger before speaking again.
“Besides work and life goals, any other plans?”
“Hmm?” Xia Yang blinked, not immediately grasping his meaning.
“For example, love,” Han Yi said directly.
Xia Yang: “…”
Wow, the boss was slipping in some personal interest!
He glanced around nervously, lowering his gaze and gripping the hem of his shirt. After a long pause, he looked up and quietly said,
“In principle, no. But if I meet someone I really like, I’ll be open to it.”
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