Chapter 618: Chapter 618: Raising a Star (Complete) Chapter 618: Chapter 618: Raising a Star (Complete) Feng Wang wanted to shoot a TV series, and Chuzheng was indeed willing to invest in whatever he wanted.
Chuzheng’s fans fiercely boycotted Feng Wang.
There was even an event where Feng Wang nearly got injured.
The result of this incident was that Chuzheng held a press conference, publicly declaring—if you ss with Feng Wang, you’re ssing with her.
The next day, Chuzheng and Feng Wang got their marriage certificate.
King’s Account once thought Chuzheng was trying to infuriate those netizens to death.
It seed that Chuzheng’s strong attitude had scared the people online, as those voices suddenly quieted down.
Chuzheng handled the sses Feng Wang made, making Lan Ling feel… like she was about to be out of a job.
Fortunately, she hadn’t been stripped of the responsibility for scheduling Chuzheng’s engagents, which let her feel she still had so worth.
“Feng Wang.”
“Feng Wang.” Lan Ling turned her head and waved in front of Feng Wang, “You’ve been alright lately, haven’t you?”
Hiding in the back, Feng Wang murmured his response, “I’m fine, what could be wrong with .”
“You’re not sick, are you?”
“Humph.” Feng Wang snorted, “Can’t you hope that I’m doing well? I am doing well!”
“Then why did you hit soone at that party?”
“Who told him to insult my sugar daddy,” Feng Wang muttered resentfully, “serves him right.”
“You need to control your emotions, otherwise I will still get you a doctor…”
“No need.” Feng Wang imdiately refused, “I’ve found a dication that cures , it’s really effective.”
Lan Ling: “???”
Could their artist have been scamd by soone outside?
Lan Ling dropped Feng Wang off at his apartnt, and Feng Wang went back by himself.
He returned to his own apartnt, which he hadn’t visited in a long ti, and dust had gathered everywhere.
Feng Wang rummaged wildly through the drawers in the bedroom.
He took out a dical record from the very bottom of a drawer.
Feng Wang found a basin and burned the dical record.
The flas danced in his eyes.
He sat on the cold floor, until the fla went out.
After Feng Wang cleaned up the ashes, he took out the dicine bottles from the living room drawer… His brows furrowed slightly as he took out everything from the drawer.
One was missing…
A hint of dread settled in Feng Wang’s heart.
–
Ding-dong—
Ding-dong—
Chuzheng, with a headache, went to open the door.
The man stood outside, dressed in a black hoodie, which made his face resemble white porcelain. His eyes and brows were sculpted and clear as if he was ethereal, with the dim light of the hallway enveloping him, tender as gauze.
“Didn’t I give you a key?”
Feng Wang stood at the doorway, his gaze slightly lowered as he looked at the ground, “May I co in?”
Chuzheng was baffled, “You may.” What’s with him?
Only then did Feng Wang enter.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Feng Wang lifted his eyes to Chuzheng, “Did you take sothing of mine?”
“What would that be?”
What do you have that I didn’t buy for you?
Your entire self belongs to !!
Could the Good Person Card be the result of acting too deep into a role?
They say so actors get lost in their performances…
Feng Wang muttered, “My stuff.”
Chuzheng looked at him warily, “What stuff of yours?”
Feng Wang fumbled in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a small bottle.
Chuzheng: “!!!”
How long ago was this even a thing!
“I didn’t!” Chuzheng imdiately denied, “What is this?”
“dicine.” Feng Wang’s gaze settled on her, his voice slow, “You didn’t take it?”
“Why would I take dication? Am I sick?” Chuzheng firmly denied, “Whose dicine? Are you sick?”
Feng Wang’s gaze burned into her.
As if trying to discern the slightest clue from her face.
However, Feng Wang failed.
He slowly nodded, “Yes, I’m sick, seriously ill. Will you despise for it?”
“It’s okay, I have money.” Chuzheng stepped forward, embracing him: “If we’re ill, we’ll just seek treatnt.”
“It’s incurable.” Feng Wang rested his chin on her shoulder: “It’s genetic. Will you despise for it?”
Like… his mother despised his father.
“I won’t.” Chuzheng’s palm settled on his soft hair: “You’re mine, no matter what you look like, you’re always mine.”
“When I get angry, I can’t control myself, and maybe… I might lose control and lay hands on you. Would you despise then?”
Chuzheng made a serious and solemn promise: “I won’t let you get angry.”
Feng Wang tightened his embrace and after a long while, murmured: “I won’t get angry at you, you’re the best. So, was it you who took the dicine bottle?”
“…” How could he still rember that? In your condition, I wouldn’t dare tell you! “I didn’t take it.”
Feng Wang went silent.
He held Chuzheng tightly, his breathing in her ear, rising and falling.
He knew she was the one who had taken it.
Lan Ling and the assistant both knew what the dicine was.
They wouldn’t have taken it for no reason.
And it was only her who had been in his apartnt.
Besides her, there was no one else…
After a while, he tilted his face, his lips brushing by Chuzheng’s ear, he softly asked, “Can we today?”
“Hmm?”
Feng Wang murmured two words into Chuzheng’s ear.
“You go take a shower first,” Chuzheng said. “After a whole day of shooting, aren’t you bothered by the dirt?”
Feng Wang let go of Chuzheng and pouted, “Patron, at this ti you should just kiss without hesitation, knock down, possess !”
“Oh, go take a shower.”
Feng Wang: “…”
As Feng Wang headed towards the bathroom, stripping off his clothes,
“Will the patron join in the shower?”
“I’ve already showered,” Chuzheng said.
“Then you can help wash,” Feng Wang paused. “Please?”
Chuzheng: “…”
Do I even need to help you bath?!
Don’t you want to help you eat and sleep too?!
Chuzheng pushed Feng Wang towards the bathroom.
The light in the bathroom was particularly suggestive; Feng Wang undressed slowly, his tall shadow cast in the mirror, each movent capable of being frozen into a beautiful painting.
Water sounds rushed audibly, and in just a few monts, the bathroom was shrouded in mist, steam rising in the air.
The bathwater slowly rose, Feng Wang leaned on the washstand, his gaze unblinkingly fixed on Chuzheng.
“What are you looking at?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Hmm.” I think so too, Good Person Card sure has good taste.
“…”
When the bathtub was full, Chuzheng turned off the water, signaling for Feng Wang to get in.
Feng Wang shed the last of his constraints and boldly stepped into the bathtub. Chuzheng was about to turn around to fetch sothing when her wrist suddenly sank, her waist was embraced, and then she was completely plunged into the water, pressing down on Feng Wang’s heated chest.
Water from the bathtub spilled out.
“Feng Wang!”
My freshly changed clothes!
Feng Wang quickly sealed her lips with a kiss, blocking Chuzheng’s anger from spilling out.
Clothes soaking in the water, there was almost no difference from not wearing any, yet visually, it was even more exciting.
Feng Wang’s kisses grew fervent, like a tempestuous storm, bearing down upon Chuzheng.
The water in the bathtub rose and fell, encircling the body, giving a sense of bobbing amidst waves.
–
Feng Wang was pinned down on the bed by Chuzheng, his hands restrained on either side of his body. He murmured in slight discomfort, “Baby…”
“Hmm?”
Chuzheng leaned down into his embrace: “What did you call ?”
“Baby…” The desire in Feng Wang’s eyes was hazy and swirling.
Chuzheng kissed him once, and Feng Wang wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
His dicine tasted sweet.
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