If the fan circle also has a hierarchy of despise, then people like Sang Qiao, who pay to chase stars, must be at the bottom of the hierarchy of despise.
As a transparent person who is three hundred and sixty lines away, the best resource Sang Qiao has received so far is a costume drama.
In it, he played a shopkeeper who didn't survive beyond the first episode.
Life is not easy.
Versatile.
As the company's economic situation continued to decline, Sang Qiao secretly took on a few airport pick-up jobs.
It's said to be star-chasing, but in fact, it's simple, just a method for fan support groups to cement their loyalty.
He naturally has a too handsome and particularly innocent face, and just by standing there with peripheral merchandise or a signboard, he could almost immediately attract the attention of the fans waiting for the star.
"Young man, are you also here to chase after our little one?"
Sang Qiao earnestly nodded, his eyes curved, and in just a few minutes, he could strike up a conversation with the other girls, all singing praises for his little brother.
In short.
It can be said to be very professional.
The deal was set, and the deposit was received.
Sang Qiao sat on the toilet, pondering in distress.
The growth variety show Xie Qiran took up is said to have a big platform backing and is bound to make a big splash.
Whether he can become popular can be put aside for now.
Once there are more camera shots, it probably won't be possible to take on this kind of side job in the future.
Sang Qiao, who has seen a sudden decrease in income, felt very upset, pouted from the toilet, and jumped down, pushing open the cubicle door.
But as soon as he stuck his head out, he noticed that there was still someone standing by the sink.
The overall decoration of the president's office restroom is almost no different from the outside, all in a cold and austere style.
The quiet and faint fragrance spreads in the vast space.
Only a cluster of white roses on the sink stand out in the extreme cold tones with an exceptionally kind of passion.
Perhaps hearing a sound behind him, the person standing by the sink turned around.
Sang Qiao happened to look up and met his gaze.
There aren't many reports about Fu Xingzhou in the outside world, but gossip in the entertainment industry always spreads fast.
Coupled with being a diamond single, worth billions, young and handsome, with top-notch education and abilities.
The chief executive of the Fu family—Fu Xingzhou, has been dug over many times by insiders in the circle.
But Sang Qiao didn't really listen.
He only vaguely heard that Fu Xingzhou was not originally the heir of the Fu family, as for how he got into this position and held it for so many years—
As a low-level citizen, Sang Qiao knows nothing about the secrets of the wealthy, and secretly stole a glance at Fu Xingzhou.
Hmm.
Indeed as handsome as in the photos.
Just no smile at all.
His thin lips tightly drawn into a line, deep and dark eyes casting over, obviously not saying a word, giving off an air of being aloof and not to be approached.
Sang Qiao: "......"
Should he say hello?
Should he not?
But in the future, if they are going to sleep in the same bed, is it not good to not even greet each other at the first meeting?
But Fu Xingzhou looks so fierce, if he greeted him and Fu Xingzhou turns away indifferently, wouldn't that be more awkward?
Sang Qiao clung to the partition door, hesitating and probing.
Finally, a small voice popped out: "Are you... really going to the toilet by yourself?"
Fu Xingzhou: "......"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Mua!
After finishing speaking, Sang Qiao stood still, feeling suffocated, and then shrank back. He reached back and closed the partition door.
It's over.
He broke down on his first meeting with the marriage certificate partner.
Fu Xingzhou must think he's a fool, right?
Sang Qiao, feeling closed off, sat back on the toilet seat and started reflexively shaking his legs.
What if Fu Xingzhou also wants to call off the marriage?
Then he would have to return the eight million to the Sang family?
No.
No, absolutely not.
After restlessly shaking his legs, Sang Qiao thought about biting his fingernails, but realized he hadn't washed his hands, so he scratched his chin instead.
Sigh.
It's all because Fu Xingzhou is too indifferent and intimidating.
Sang Qiao paced back and forth in the cubicle, unable to think of a way to restore his dignity.
Just as he was about to take out his phone and search online, the cubicle door was suddenly knocked on.
Sang Qiao immediately reacted, feeling like a dog caught by the headmaster in an internet café.
The next moment, a supremely cold voice came from outside.
"Sang Qiao, open the door."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Not only was the internet café dog caught by the headmaster, but now his parents were being called in.
Sang Qiao hesitated for a few seconds, then with a regretful expression, he opened the door.
The silver-gray suit on Fu Xingzhou did not show any brand, and the craftsmanship of the stitching on his leather shoes was intricate, indicating it was handmade.
Sang Qiao lowered his head and sincerely apologized to Fu Xingzhou, "I'm sorry, Director Fu, I just spoke without thinking..."
Because his head was down, Sang Qiao couldn’t see Fu Xingzhou's expression.
And after a while, he didn't hear the person in front of him reply.
Just as Sang Qiao thought he might be in trouble today, Fu Xingzhou spoke in a deep voice, "Let's go."
Sang Qiao:?
Sang Qiao was stunned for a moment and subconsciously raised his face, "Huh?"
Fu Xingzhou had already walked towards the direction of the sanitary area entrance.
Then, when he reached the sink, he stopped and looked at Sang Qiao.
He seemed to furrow his brow, "Do you want to wash your hands?"
How could Sang Qiao not wash his hands? He hurriedly jogged to Fu Xingzhou and said in a very crisp manner, "Wash, wash, wash!"
The uniquely shaped ancient-style faucet was carved with various fish and beast patterns, and the clear water flowed warmly and cleanly.
Sang Qiao rinsed his hands randomly a few times and was about to turn off the water when Fu Xingzhou said, "Hand sanitizer."
Sang Qiao: "...Oh."
He loves cleanliness so much.
Sang Qiao wrinkled his nose and reached out towards the hand sanitizer.
It's just that Sang Qiao was either too rustic or President Fu's product was too high-end. He fiddled with the wall-mounted soap box for a long time, but didn't manage to get the hand sanitizer out.
Silence filled the atmosphere in the Fu's restroom that night.
Sang Qiao felt truly helpless, and was about to try to get the hand sanitizer out by tapping the box like one would tap on a TV set, when a wrist with platinum cufflinks extended next to him.
Fu Xingzhou's arm almost touched Sang Qiao, brushing his shoulder to reach the hand sanitizer.
With a press from the side, the foaming hand sanitizer obediently fell into Sang Qiao's palm.
Sang Qiao: "..."
Fu Xingzhou still had no expression and his voice was cold: "Remember?"
Sang Qiao cursed Fu Xingzhou in his heart and quickly rubbed his hands.
Then he revealed a brilliant smile: "Okay!"
Fu Xingzhou's gaze rested on Sang Qiao for a moment and then moved away.
Then he turned and walked out, "I have some things to do, wait for me in the office, we'll go register in half an hour."
Sang Qiao: ???
So soon?
Seeing Fu Xingzhou walking toward the office area, Sang Qiao hurriedly followed, reaching out to carefully tug at the hem of Fu Xingzhou's high-class clothes, but the person ahead had already stopped.
Sang Qiao immediately smiled beautifully, "Mr. Fu, are we going to register today?"
Fu Xingzhou turned his head and looked at Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao's eyes rolled around, "I mean... don't you need to do something like prenuptial property notarization?"
Fu Xingzhou didn't say anything.
Sang Qiao felt as if he had returned to the time when he was alone with the headmaster, and he cowardly shrank his head.
Then he stood next to Fu Xingzhou obediently, "Then... if you don't need a notarization, we can just do it today..."
"Don't use '您'."
Fu Xingzhou interrupted Sang Qiao.
For some reason.
Clearly Fu Xingzhou's expression didn't change much.
But Sang Qiao still felt that compared to a while ago in the bathroom, Fu Xingzhou didn't seem very happy now.
But there wasn't really anything to be unhappy about.
Sang Qiao was a little confused, but still nodded in compliance with the eight million.
Fu Xingzhou didn't know if he was satisfied or not, he just said, "After we're married, I will give you pocket money separately. If it's not enough, you can ask Raven for additional funds."
"As for prenuptial notarization."
Fu Xingzhou paused for a moment, frowned and glanced at Sang Qiao, "I don't need it. If you need it, I'll have Raven arrange a lawyer to discuss it with you."
Sang Qiao: "..."
For the first time in his nineteen years of life, as a poor guy who suddenly had 8 million.
Sang Qiao really wanted to have a prenuptial property notarization.
But even billionaires don't do it...
If he did it himself, wouldn't it seem very stingy and petty.
That certainly wouldn’t work!
Sang Qiao straightened his chest, "It's okay, I don't have money! There's no need for prenuptial notarization! Let's go get the certificate later!"
Fu Xingzhou: "Okay."
There is a distance of probably a few hundred meters from the top-level bathroom area to the CEO's office.
Raven had probably already known that Fu Xingzhou's meeting would end at this time, so he was waiting with documents at the office door.
Seeing Sang Qiao and Fu Xingzhou walking over together, he didn't seem surprised.
Raven neatly placed the waiting documents on Fu Xingzhou's desk.
Turning to Sang Qiao, he politely said, "Mr. Sang, the boss may need about half an hour to finish work, do you want to drink some tea?"
Sang Qiao doesn't like tea.
He blinked, "I want a chilled coke."
Perhaps because no one has ever sat in the CEO's office of the Fu family and drank chilled coke.
Raven fell silent for a moment before saying, "Okay, please wait, I will send someone to buy it right away."
Sang Qiao happily made a big heart gesture to Raven, "Thank you, Assistant Wen!"
Raven politely smiled at Sang Qiao, then said to Fu Xingzhou, "Boss, Young Master Chu is here. He's been waiting in the lounge for a long time."
Fu Xingzhou's voice carried the usual indifference, "What's he here for?"
Raven said, "You recently purchased a limited edition Maserati, and Young Master Chu said he will have a car-related variety show next month, so he wants to ask if you can lend him the Maserati for a while for a test drive."
Fu Xingzhou slid the pen in his hand a few times at the end of the document, "Can't."
Raven: "..."
Raven nodded, "Do you still want to ask Young Master Chu to come over?"
Fu Xingzhou put down his pen, "No, I'm very busy today. You tell him that the Maserati is not suitable, the rest are optional."
Raven: "......"
Raven: "Okay, boss."
Anyway, as long as you are happy.
The ice-cold Coke from Sangqiao was quickly brought in.
Raven found a straw for Sangqiao, then took the keys to the garage and took Yi Chu to pick out other supercars except for the Maserati.
Only Fu Xingzhou and Sangqiao were left in the office.
Sangqiao sat quietly on the sofa, wearing headphones, holding a can of Coke, and looking at a small video on his phone with his head down.
I don't know what content he saw.
A beautiful smile appeared on his face.
Looking from Fu Xingzhou's perspective, there was a very sweet dimple.
The sweet and somewhat captivating dimple was imprinted on his beautiful face, with curly eyelashes flickering.
With every sip of Coke, his cheeks puffed slightly.
Even though it's not a loose-fitting shirt, it's still too large on him.
At a height of 1.78 meters, he was as skinny as a piece of paper.
Before Sangqiao could finish watching an episode of the animation.
Fu Xingzhou had already finished all his work.
He loosened his tie, stood up, and walked over to Sangqiao.
The pressure of the headmaster's authority was overwhelming.
Sangqiao quickly paused his cartoon, took off his headphones, and eagerly looked at Fu Xingzhou, "Are you done?"
Fu Xingzhou murmured, "Hungry?"
Hungry!
Hungry!
Sangqiao tenderly rubbed his stomach, shook his head with conflicting emotions, "Not hungry, let's go register quickly, I have something else to do after that."
The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: I treat you as my wife.
Fu Xingzhou: You treat me as the headmaster???
Qiaoqiao: Whimper.