Chapter 266: The No-Name Star Beckons, the Benefactor Becomes a Simp 37

Chapter 266: A Has-Been Snaps His Fingers, and the Sugar Daddy Turns Into a Lapdog 37

"Fei Xiu, are you okay?" Ji Jingzhao asked, eyes downcast, looking a little worried.

"I'm fine."

Right, he still had Ji Jingzhao now. Losing Lin Huaiqing was a pity, sure, but his CP act with Ji Jingzhao had brought him plenty of buzz.

Ever since he'd shot to fame with a few films, he hadn't produced any standout work in a long time.

If it weren't for the hype from his CP act with Ji Jingzhao, he'd have already fallen from the A-list pedestal.

Besides, Ji Jingzhao was a nepo baby—his father was a well-known director, and his mother a Hong Kong star.

Whether in terms of resources or family background, he was far better off than Lin Huaiqing, who came from poverty.

Most importantly, Ji Jingzhao liked him too, always checking in on him, fussing over him.

They hit it off on set and clicked right away. Ji Jingzhao was a good match for him—on his level, status-wise.

With that thought, the bitter ache in Fei Xiu's chest eased up a little, and he stopped staring longingly at other people's lovey-dovey moments.

"Jing Zhao, about what I mentioned before—have you thought it over?"

Caught off guard, Ji Jingzhao was momentarily thrown.

"Oh, that... I think I need a little more time to think it over. After all, my parents..." Ji Jingzhao was clearly not into it.

Sensing Ji Jingzhao was dodging the question, Fei Xiu's temper flared up instantly. Not caring who was around, he raised his voice a few notches.

"Why? Haven't we been great together? Don't you want to take things to the next level?"

"Sit down! Keep your voice down!" Ji Jingzhao hadn't expected Fei Xiu to be this out of pocket. Several crew members had already turned to stare at them.

"I just don't think we need to take things any further right now. Isn't it fine as it is?"

He'd initially agreed to play along with Fei Xiu because it was fun, novel, and brought buzz.

But over the past six months, his ship with Fei Xiu had blown up across the country, and it had caused him no shortage of trouble.

Especially last month, when his mother called personally, asking if he was into guys, and then chewed him out.

He'd liked Fei Xiu at first, but only as a friend.

Besides, he'd already started thinking about other options.

And then, out of the blue, a week ago, Fei Xiu confessed his feelings.

Things were spiraling out of control. Should he start figuring out how to get out of this?

The two couldn't see eye to eye and both went quiet.

Compared to the awkward atmosphere over there, things between Lin Huaiqing and Qin Song were going great.

Whether or not they were officially a thing, they were already all over each other.

After all, a partner as thoughtful and emotionally steady as Qin Song was hard to find, even if you searched high and low.

The next day, Qin Song came by the set again to visit.

But this time, he brought not just lunch, but also a big cardboard box about half his height.

When he opened it, there was an expensive gaming chair inside.

"Why did you buy this? Don't I already have a chair?"

"That cheap folding chair of yours—was it designed by someone who's never heard of ergonomics? It's a pain to sit in. Toss it."

Lin Huaiqing rubbed his back. No wonder his back had been killing him lately—it was the chair's fault. He'd thought his kidneys were acting up...

"Still, isn't tossing it a waste? Are all you rich folks this extra?"

Once he sat in the gaming chair Qin Song had bought him, it really was way more comfortable.

He'd accidentally caught a glimpse of the price tag earlier and his blood ran cold.

Seeing a month's salary on a single chair would make anyone feel sick, right?

Before he could dwell on it, the assistant director called Lin Huaiqing away—this was his scene with the female lead.

With Lin Huaiqing off to work, Qin Song wasn't in any rush to leave. He sat in the chair, happily scrolling on his phone.

Sure enough, the video of them eating together all cozy yesterday was already all over the internet.

The comments were all "congrats, you two," and he loved scrolling through them.

"I won't say who's thrilled, but even a CEO has to bring his wife lunch. Honestly, have these two been sneaking kisses without us knowing?"

That one—no, they hadn't.

He wished they had, but he was afraid that the second he went for it, Lin Huaiqing's sandbag-sized fist would come flying at his face.

The timing wasn't right yet—slow and steady wins the race.

"Eating well is a blessing—look how happily our princess eats! The Young Master's a lucky guy."

Lin Huaiqing had definitely put on a little weight since they first met. Holding him now, there was more to grab—not as bony as before.

But it still wasn't enough—he'd plump him up a bit more.

Qin Song was enjoying the comments, completely unaware that someone had sat down next to him.

"CEO Qin, got a minute? Let's talk."

At some point, Fei Xiu had taken a seat next to him, still in full makeup and costume, clearly on a break.

"Sure, speak your mind." Qin Song turned off his phone, sensing that Fei Xiu hadn't come with good intentions.

Fei Xiu coughed, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then spoke boldly:

"CEO Qin, we're all adults, so I'll cut to the chase. How long do you plan on keeping Lin Huaiqing as your kept man?"

At that, Qin Song's face darkened, turning terrifyingly grim, as if a storm was about to break at any moment.

"You might be mistaken. He's my beloved—we're in a relationship, not the arrangement you're implying."

Hearing that answer, Fei Xiu was taken aback:

"Is that so? I'd have thought someone of your status, CEO Qin, wouldn't choose a nobody from the B-list as a partner."

Without Qin Song, Lin Huaiqing would just be a minor actor not even fit to shine his shoes.

Now he's able to star in the same TV drama as Qin Song, and even as the second male lead.

Who would believe Qin Song didn't pull some strings behind the scenes?

"What exactly are you trying to say? That Lin Huaiqing isn't good enough for me?" Qin Song frowned, warning Fei Xiu, "If you're here to badmouth the man I love in front of me, I suggest you shut up and leave. Otherwise, I promise you'll regret it."

Noticing Qin Song getting angry, Fei Xiu quickly softened his tone:

"I'm just trying to remind you, Mr. Qin, that in today's society, there are plenty of people who suck up to the powerful. You should keep your eyes peeled and really see the people around you."

Not once did he mention Lin Huaiqing by name, yet every word was about him.

Fei Xiu figured Lin Huaiqing still had feelings for him.

It was just that Lin Huaiqing had been crushed by his domineering ways and ultimately broke up with him for the sake of his future and career.

And now choosing to be with Qin Song was nothing more than a move to get his hands on his resources and money.

After thinking it over all day yesterday, he finally figured it out.

To put it bluntly, Lin Huaiqing was just like him. He chose Ji Jingzhao for fame; Lin Huaiqing would also choose Qin Song for his future and resources.

For that reason alone, he actually admired Lin Huaiqing quite a bit.

"Are you telling me all this now because you want me to dump Lin Huaiqing? So the two of you can get back together?"

"He mentioned me to you?" Their affair was a secret—could Lin Huaiqing have actually told Qin Song all about it?

Of course, Lin Huaiqing wouldn't voluntarily confess such a thing; it was all something Qin Song had dug up himself.

Qin Song's lips curled into a slight smile as he spoke with conviction: "Of course. Huaiqing and I have no secrets between us—we tell each other everything!"