Chapter 51.2

Rong Jing hadn’t seen Gu Xi’s message yet. As he and Zhou You entered the dinner party, they immediately sensed something was off.

At this formal party, several senior executives were constantly toasting Xie Ling, taking advantage of their seniority. Xie Ling was clearly already on the brink of losing his senses from all the drinking. 

Rong Jing frowned, listening to Zhou You list the identities of these executives. They were all from other film companies, encompassing the most famous ones in the country.

Xie Ling knew that Rong Jing wanted to enter the entertainment industry, but the Xie family’s business wasn’t primarily in this field, so they didn’t have much influence. After much consideration, Xie Ling decided to arrange this dinner party to broaden his younger brother’s horizons and make his future path smoother.

However, these people, feeling superior due to their seniority, were pressuring Xie Ling to drink. Refusing would mean not giving them face. Since Xie Ling had extended the invitation to them with humility, he couldn’t refuse.

These executives had long thought that the Xie family had been too fortunate in recent years, thriving unexpectedly. To be blunt, if not for Xie Ling’s efforts, the Xie family would have lost several projects by now.

Now, Xie Ling had taken over his father’s position, and in just ten years, the Xie family was flourishing. They even ventured into the entertainment industry, with them nibbling at their profits. Though the Xie Family didn’t place much emphasis on their entertainment department, who knew what the future held for them?

They wore smiles, but inwardly, they were displeased. They wanted to make things difficult for Xie Ling, seeing him willing to lower himself for his younger brother.

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Rong Jing’s seemingly genuine flattery hit the mark, not just because he got the facts right, but because he sounded sincere and humble. It wasn’t empty talk but substantial.

Rong Jing then shifted the conversation, “It’s such a shame that an actor had an incident recently, causing the entire production to halt. We have a suitable candidate here, more popular than the previous one. They’re actually available now, and I think they would be willing to lower their fee as a friendly gesture…”

While Zhou You was detailing the background of each executive, Rong Jing was mentally filtering through the information he had previously researched. Despite his aversion to socializing in his past life, it didn’t mean he was incapable; he understood the basics of social etiquette.

What he said was also true. Rong Jing had read the script for the ‘Rising Mountains and Rivers’. It was a great script, but regrettably, the rights had been bought early. The Xie family’s entertainment department was also hitting a bottleneck recently, with several of their first and second tier artists idle at home.

The person Rong Jing recommended was a veteran actor he had recently encountered, seeking a career transition. Despite debuting early and still being relatively young, he had been held back by subpar productions and struggled to transition despite his fame.

Every drink Rong Jing raised, he accurately mentioned the other person’s surname and had a rough understanding of their company. This was the result of countless nights of hard work.

These executives only wanted to assert some authority but maintained their manners.

When they saw the Xie’s young master coming over, they initially paid him no mind. However, it was now clear he wasn’t some good-for-nothing second generation rich kid.

People’s eyes gradually changed. They all said Xie Ling was not an ordinary person, and now seeing this, it seemed the Xie family also had their hidden dragons and crouching tigers[/mfn]Talented individuals in hiding[/mfn].

When Zhou Xiang returned, he saw Manager Zhou, who usually liked to act haughty and superior, actually chatting casually with Rong Jing, their shoulders even touching.

What had happened in those few minutes?! What had the young master done?!

During the dinner party, Rong Jing had Zhou Xiang, who was stunned, take Xie Ling back. He told him that he would handle the rest.

As the party was nearing its end, Mr. Zhou brought a delicate beauty to Rong Jing, saying, “This beauty is from my company. He just signed with us recently. I like you, so I’ll give him to you today. Hey, what’s with that look? Don’t worry, he hasn’t been marked yet. I’m afraid your brother will find fault! Enjoy the night, ah~”

He whispered the last sentence into Rong Jing’s ear.

The surrounding executives exchanged knowing smiles, looking mischievously at Rong Jing. They sighed, saying youth was wonderful.

Rong Jing awkwardly declined. But then, seeing the atmosphere, which had just been harmoniously created, stiffening again, he knew he probably had to accept this.

Mr. Zhou warned, “Take good care of him, or your new show won’t have a chance!”

The beauty, looking pitiful, immediately nodded, weakly leaning on Rong Jing, promising to make him satisfied. Actually, he had already lost hope at first, but never expected to meet an Alpha who was not only rich and influential but also handsome. He didn’t dare to show his excitement.

After seeing off those executives, Rong Jing quietly pushed the clinging beauty away, coldly saying, “Go.”

Rong Jing knew he couldn’t just leave the person on the street; he had to at least keep up appearances.

He had Zhou You drive them to the nearest Xie Li’er hotel and booked two rooms. He sent the beauty into one room first, intending to head to another room himself. But as soon as the beauty realized his intention, he ran over with tearful eyes and hugged Rong Jing’s waist, “Are you not satisfied with this servant?”

Rong Jing stood still, prying the fingers off his waist, “…” What servant…

Could you be any less effeminate?

Rong Jing couldn’t really get used to the overly delicate male Omegas in this world. Someone like Gu Xi was a rare and precious being.

Thinking of Gu Xi, Rong Jing let out a deep breath, clearing his mind a bit from the alcohol. Gu Xi was one of the few Omegas he could communicate with normally and genuinely admired.

At that moment, a door not far away burst open, and an angry voice echoed down the hallway.

“Get lost, you pervert! Hey, Ji Jong Jie! Are you out of your mind?!”

“If you’re sick in the head, get it treated! Stop pestering me!”

Ji Jong Jie?

…who was that again?

Rong Jing had been dealing with so much lately that he couldn’t immediately remember who that name belonged to..

Oh, the rose stalker. Wu Hanqi’s nephew, the eldest son of the Ji Family.

Rong Jing had just taken some alcohol-relieving candy and he was now slowly piecing together the information he had gathered.

That voice—it also sounded familiar. Hard to forget that one once you’ve heard it.

Rong Jing looked across the hallway and saw a disheveled Alpha stumbling out of a room. Wu Fuyu, like an enraged lion, took only a few steps before collapsing against the wall, barely standing up.

Sensing someone was nearby, he was about to curse them away when he recognized that it was actually Rong Jing.

Wu Fuyu: “!!!”

His eyes froze on the spot.

His body, hot with rage, found a point of release as his eyes lit up, “You’re here!”

Finding what he had been seeking for a long time, he charged at Rong Jing without a second thought, knocking his phone out of his hand and tearing the Omega away from him.

“Where did this vixen come from, crawling out of some fcking corner?!”

The little beauty let out a cry as Wu Fuyu grabbed him, lifting him off the ground. Wu Fuyu scrutinized him from head to toe with a critical eye.

“Oh, so it’s not the bewitching devil. You don’t even come close! Get lost!”

Though he hadn’t seen the ancient bewitching devil’s face clearly, the figure and aura he had seen at the matching center were unforgettable.

Rong Jing was debating whether to call his father or the hotel manager to handle this. “Wu Fuyu…”

Wu Fuyu responded with a casual Hmm and then with mock surprise, “Oh, so the young master of the Xie family still remembers my name? I’m honored!”

Rong Jing: That’s because homophones are too easy to remember…

Wu Fuyu carelessly tossed the beauty aside, and Rong Jing caught him before he could be flung into the air. The beauty, still shaken, tried to seek comfort from Rong Jing, but seeing him evade, he settled for hiding behind him.

Wu Fuyu, still looking a bit unsteady, picked up Rong Jing’s phone that he had dropped. He lost his balance, and with a strong shove, pushed Rong Jing through the door along with himself.

Rong Jing almost collided with the beauty behind him. He steadied the beauty with one hand and controlled the staggering Wu Fuyu with the other.

Just then, a WeChat video call came through on his phone. Without checking who the caller was, Wu Fuyu answered the call.

On the other end, after hesitating for a long time, Gu Xi had finally decided to call and check on Rong Jing. “You finally—!”

His joyful tone abruptly stopped when he saw a face, not unfamiliar but certainly not the one he was expecting.

Rong Jing: “…”

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Xi: I’m not dead yet, okay?!