Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Ji Wenfeng took Lu Rong to a Japanese restaurant.
The environment here was elegant, the decor unique, the service excellent, and the prices exorbitant.
They went straight to a private room, where waiters in kimonos had already served all the dishes.
Lu Rong stopped abruptly at the door.
Ji Wenfeng turned around slightly: “What’s wrong?”
Lu Rong stammered, “This…it’s very expensive, isn’t it?”
Ji Wenfeng glanced at him and calmly said, “It’s average.”
Lu Rong: “This is too expensive, I can’t eat it. I’m sorry, President, I…I need to go back to the cafeteria for fish cakes.” He turned around.
“Stop.”
Lu Rong trembled in fright.
Ji Wenfeng walked up to him, staring intently at him: “You can’t even handle this? This isn’t like my, Ji Wenfeng’s secretary.”
“You can leave, but if you step out of this door, go back and submit your resignation.”
Lu Rong: “…”
This plot seems to be going in the wrong direction. It seems he joined the student council for some reason, and he can’t afford to lose his secretary position no matter what. Hmm, it seems Ji Wenfeng has done a detailed character setup.
Lu Rong silently sat down at the table.
Ji Wenfeng peeled an Alaskan king crab for him and placed it on his plate: “Why did you run for secretary?”
Lu Rong secretly glanced at him; to be honest, he hadn’t read the script.
“To get this position, you had your sister personally act as the mascot— you’ve really paid a high price.” Ji Wenfeng sneered.
Lu Rong: “!”
Oh no, his plan to have JK Lily campaign for him has been exposed. He needs to do something to salvage the situation!
“I… I heard that Young Master Ji is a business genius, and I want to learn something from him, so I don’t want to give up this opportunity.”
“This isn’t something you should be thinking about at your age.” Ji Wenfeng lazily rested his forehead on his hand, carefully examining his little secretary.
Lu Rong lowered his eyes: “Because my family’s financial situation isn’t very good…”
A glint flashed in Ji Wenfeng’s eyes. Hmm~ Just like Rong Rong, a Cinderella character, what an interesting man!
He pretended to frown: “Oh?”
“It’s a single-parent family, and I have a younger sister, so the pressure is a bit greater.” Lu Rong feigned a troubled look, then knelt up and said firmly to Ji Wenfeng, “I will definitely do the work assigned by the chairman well. Please teach me more money-making skills, I want to support my sister’s education!”
Ji Wenfeng narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him for a long time, then a smile appeared on his lips: “Looks like I’ll have to ‘pamper’ you a bit more.”
Lu Rong suddenly trembled, his doe-like eyes staring straight at Ji Wenfeng, not understanding why he would say that.
Ji Wenfeng picked up his chopsticks, elegantly bowed his head to eat, as if nothing had happened.
It was as if the ambiguous words from earlier were just Lu Rong’s imagination.
After finishing his meal, Ji Wenfeng took Lu Rong back to school and then left. He didn’t contact him for the rest of the afternoon.
After school, he walked out of the school gate on his own, without waiting for him.
Lu Rong didn’t know what he meant.
Did he really want him to take the bus?
But that didn’t seem right. He was currently portraying himself as an inspirational young man from a single-parent family, living in a slum with his family. If he was going to play the part completely, he shouldn’t be taking the bus home. He couldn’t just randomly hop on a bus and go back to some slum, could he?
If he was just stopping the act after school, that didn’t seem to be Ji Wenfeng’s intention either.
Once the act was over, Ji Wenfeng should have waited for him and gone home with him in Old Song’s car.
Lu Rong was thoroughly annoyed by Ji Wenfeng. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the school gate, ready to face whatever came his way. Ji Wenfeng had definitely already written his script.
Just as he was walking towards Old Song’s Bentley as usual, a large hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder and dragged him into a side alley.
Lu Rong looked closely and saw it was Shen Yu, his head wrapped in white gauze!
Lu Rong: “What are you doing here?”
Shen Yu sneered: “You bast**d! Not only did you swindle me out of nine thousand yuan, but you also tricked me into joining the student council! Now I have to get up early every day to check appearances at the school gate, and I get beaten up by Ji Wenfeng. You cheated me out of my money and my body, weren’t you prepared for my revenge?!”
Lu Rong was unsure: “Could it be that Ji Wenfeng sent you here?”
Setting up a cannon fodder to bully the victim so he could be the hero and save the damsel in distress— it all seemed like a script Ji Wenfeng would write.
Shen Yu scoffed, “Does it look like he ordered this?”
Lu Rong: “…Oh.”
Shen Yu grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. “Why are you so calm?”
Lu Rong: “I just don’t understand. You’ve been beaten up by Ji Wenfeng so many times, each time at a terrible cost, why haven’t you learned your lesson and are still trying to attack me?”
Shen Yu smiled coldly: “Because I can’t beat Ji Wenfeng, so I’m hitting you!”
Lu Rong: “…” Should I call you stupid or praise you for being smart?
“Die!” Shen Yu raised a fist, about to punch Lu Rong in the face!
The next second, a large hand grabbed Shen Yu’s head and slammed it against the wall with a loud thud.
A spiderweb-like crater appeared on Shen Yu’s head: “…”
“Are you alright?” Ji Wenfeng looked at Lu Rong expressionlessly through Shen Yu’s shoulder.
Lu Rong squeezed out a few crocodile tears and hurriedly wiped his eyes: “N-no, I’m fine.”
Shen Yu: “…” You bast**d, you weren’t like this just now! You white lotus drama queen!!
Ji Wenfeng, confirming Lu Rong was alright, glanced sideways at Shen Yu: “Disciplinary Committee member, what are you trying to do by cornering Secretary Lu in the alley?”
Shen Yu: “…Check his appearance?”
Ji Wenfeng: “Secretary Lu is my man, it’s not your place to check anything about him. I’ll check his appearance myself.” As he spoke, he glanced indifferently at the delicate collarbone exposed by Lu Rong’s shirt collar, then quickly turned his face away.
“Seeing Secretary Lu is like seeing me. Next time I find you being disrespectful to Secretary Lu…” Ji Wenfeng’s eyes suddenly turned terrifying, “…it won’t be that simple…”
Shen Yu: “…Yes.”
Ji Wenfeng withdrew his hand, and Shen Yu’s head slid down the wall with a whoosh, falling to the ground unconscious, x2.
Ji Wenfeng took a few steps forward, turned around, and said to Lu Rong, who was trembling with fear while clutching his schoolbag, “What are you standing there for? Come with me.”
Lu Rong stepped over Shen Yu’s corpse and reluctantly caught up with Ji Wenfeng.
Even now, Lu Rong still couldn’t figure out whether Shen Yu was some idiot supporting character sent by Ji Wenfeng.
Ji Wenfeng led Lu Rong openly to the Bentley, opened the door, tilted his head slightly, and gestured for him to get in.
Lu Rong: “I… I can take the bus home by myself, no need to trouble the chairman.”
Old Song, in the driver’s seat, almost dropped his cigarette upon hearing the second young master’s words, turning around in disbelief to look at the two of them.
Today, the eldest young master was imposing and icy; the second young master was trembling and pitiful.
What was going on?
Had the eldest young master turned the tables?
Old Song couldn’t help but lean against the back of his seat, watching the spectacle with great interest.
Ji Wenfeng glanced indifferently at Lu Rong’s knee: “Were you injured by Shen Yu just now?”
Of course not.
But Lu Rong still feigned a “how did you know?” look, giving him a quick and careful glance.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll think you’re waiting for me to carry you inside,” Ji Wenfeng said coldly, uttering vulgar and shameless words.
Lu Rong quickly scurried into the back seat of the car.
Ji Wenfeng then got in, sitting with his knees slightly apart and limbs relaxed, exuding a kingly air.
“To Rongshan Manor,” Ji Wenfeng instructed Old Song.
Old Song: “…” That’s where we’re going anyway.
It’s as if he’s saying there are other places to go.
“Old Song, this is my secretary, Lu Rong. From now on, wherever he goes, you take him there,” Ji Wenfeng ordered.
Lu Rong quickly declined, “No need, really, I can take the bus…”
Ji Wenfeng gave him a stern look: “I don’t want my, Ji Wenfeng’s secretary, to have to squeeze onto the subway or bus. You’re embarrassing me.”
Lu Rong stopped talking and lowered his head to fiddle with his backpack strap.
“Did you hear me?” Ji Wenfeng’s cold eyes swept over Old Song.
Old Song: “…I heard you.”
Although he was completely clueless about the situation, and it was his job to pick up and drop off the second young master wherever he went, even to smuggle goods back to his parents’ home and take the eldest young master to the hospital… but at times like this, he just had to go along with what the eldest young master said.
He could feel that he, Old Song, was now in a script of extraordinary proportions!
Upon arriving at Rongshan Manor, Old Song opened the car door and escorted the second young master out.
Lu Rong looked at his landlord, his eyes gleaming with the light of money: “This is…”
“Your foot is injured, so you’ll stay here tonight.” Ji Wenfeng stood arrogantly in front of the fountain, his hands in his pockets, his eyes and expression so domineering.
Lu Rong: “But…”
Ji Wenfeng: “My decision is not to be questioned.”
Lu Rong lowered his eyes like a submissive wife: “…Yes, President.”
The two walked up the stairs one after the other.
Old Song took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
The young people today are quite playful…
Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong walked into the living room one after the other.
Ji Tong, smoking a cigar, sat on the sofa looking at reports. “You’re back?”
Ji Wenfeng hummed in response, glancing at Lu Rong. “This is my dad. Call him Uncle.”
Lu Rong stepped forward, his voice sweet and obedient. “Hello, Uncle.”
Ji Tong: “Eh~”
Ji Wenfeng nodded in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”
The two boys hurried upstairs as they had come.
Half a minute later, Ji Tong came to his senses.
Wait, something seems off?
Ji Wenfeng walked to his bedroom and opened the door. “The guest room hasn’t been cleaned, so you’ll be staying here tonight.”
Lu Rong: “…”
Don’t you think your script is a bit too fast?! We only just met today! Anyone with a brain knows what will happen if I go into your room! This is too much!
Ji Wenfeng glared at him: What are you afraid of? In reality, we got married on the third day after we met.
Lu Rong = =
Just then, the cleaning lady, Wu Guiying, walked by and overheard Ji Wenfeng’s words, “The guest room hasn’t been cleaned.” She quickly denied it, “No, young master, the guest rooms are all ready and available anytime. I’ve cleaned them very well!”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
“Besides, I clean the second young master’s room every day. There’s not a speck of dust. I even aired out the quilts today! He doesn’t need to stay in your room,” Wu Guiying said innocently.
Ji Wenfeng gently put his arm around Wu Guiying’s shoulder, “Is that so? Let me see.” He opened Lu Rong’s door, shoved Wu Guiying inside, and locked it.
Wu Guiying: “Meow meow meow tut”
Ji Wenfeng had just dealt with the clueless woman who didn’t follow the script. He then turned back and coldly said to Lu Rong, “I’ve never brought any other classmates to my house before. So she’s a little uncomfortable.”
Lu Rong couldn’t help but raise his hand and applaud him.
Even this made sense, and he even used the domineering CEO persona, “He never brings other women home,” without any sense of incongruity. In a sense, Ji Wenfeng was simply a genius!
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