A fifty-fifty split is a very substantial concession for newcomers. Although Su Lanqiao didn’t know if An Yang was cold and aloof one second and then suddenly changed his attitude the next, the enticing offer prompted Yue Xi to prompt him to sign the contract quickly.
As the pen fell, An Yang looked even happier than Su Lanqiao, the one who had signed the contract.
Yue Xi didn’t think much about it and, singing "Today Is a Good Day" all the way, dragged Su Lanqiao to have skewers all night to celebrate the official launch of their careers.
After completing the signing matters in the past few days, Xingyu immediately arranged a themed fashion show appearance, acting with astonishing speed.
Su Lanqiao asked the company for a ticket and took a cab from Xingyu to Chu’s.
Having visited the group building several times, he was already familiar with the way. With a heart full of joy, he took the elevator to the 24th floor. Both Lingfeng and Chu Cheng's offices were empty, leaving his heart empty as well.
Su Lanqiao circled the corridor and sat on a bench in the rest area at the door, sending a message to Lingfeng, “When will Mr. Chu return to the company?”
Actually, he really didn't have the right to repeatedly bother Chu Cheng. This might make him feel annoyed, but he couldn't help it.
He looked at the ticket in his hand; it was his first fashion show, and he still hoped that Chu Cheng would see it from his heart.
Half an hour later, Lingfeng replied after taking a break from his busy schedule, “Mr. Chu went out for business today, so he probably won't return to the company.”
"Okay, thank you." Su Lanqiao sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed, holding the bag and ticket in his hand. After some thought, he took a taxi to Chu Cheng's villa.
He didn't have high expectations for Chu Cheng's attendance; it wasn't a major show. He just wanted an excuse to see him again.
The two of them were now in a cooperative relationship and couldn’t be as reckless as they were at the beginning. It would be inappropriate to cling to him as before.
Chu Cheng's mansion gate was tightly closed, and without a key, Su Lanqiao squatted at the door and idly downloaded a game of mahjong, playing from level 1 to level 76.
He played this level three times, just two steps away from winning each time, which made him a little irritable.
He gradually pressed the screen harder with his fingers, not sure if it was the game being irritating or something else.
"What are you doing here?" A deep voice rang out above his head.
Su Lanqiao pressed the last exploding ball, and the colorful candies on the screen exploded like fireworks, signaling success.
He looked up in surprise, seeing an enlarged face almost touching his forehead.
"Mr. Chu, you're back." Su Lanqiao patted the dust off his overcoat that had fallen to the ground and stood up, feeling awkwardly shy afterwards.
How long had he been sitting here?
Chu Cheng leisurely inserted his hands into his overcoat pockets and, expressionless, asked again, "What are you waiting for me for?"
"I want to return your clothes." Su Lanqiao fiddled with his somewhat frozen hands, passing the bag over, "Also, I signed with Xingyu Media. There’s a fashion show tomorrow. If you have time, you can come and see."
"You've come all this way and waited here just to give these to me?" Chu Cheng raised his eyebrows, finding this person really unpredictable. Lingfeng mentioned this afternoon that someone came to the company and missed him, and he didn’t expect such persistence.
Su Lanqiao stuffed the ticket into his hand, "It’s in the front row, and this is my first fashion show, so I'm a little nervous. You can sit in the front and it will make me feel secure."
In front of Chu Cheng, he was always accustomed to showing his weaknesses. This person was so gentle; it always softened his heart.
Chu Cheng glanced briefly at the words on the ticket, a not-so-high-profile show. The invitation had been offered to him before, but Lingfeng dismissed it because it wasn’t prestigious enough. A small model wouldn’t understand the rules of the entertainment industry; why would he need to be personally invited for this ticket? Chu Cheng showed up at the scene, and they would rush to escort him to the VIP seats.
He licked his lips, feeling that this kid was quite interesting, folded the ticket and stuffed it into his pocket.
In December, the weather was cold, and the wind was mixed with sand. Standing at the door, the two were freezing. Chu Cheng gestured toward the inside with his chin, “Let’s go in. Don’t you feel cold?”
Su Lanqiao squinted and smiled, only now realizing that he was a bit cold. He pulled his neck into his clothes and felt anxious inside.
This was the third time he had come here.
The heating was on inside the room, and Chu Cheng casually took off his overcoat and threw it on the sofa, then loosened his tie and asked, “Su Lanqiao, why do you keep sticking to me?”
He was genuinely puzzled; this person used clumsy tricks to get close to him every few days.
He returned the clothes twice, and that day, when he pretended to be asleep while hugging him, Chu Cheng couldn’t bother to expose it. Now, in the cold, he was standing at the door to deliver a ticket.
Honestly, these routines are outdated.
But what is he plotting?
These days, Ling Feng also coaxed the reporter into revealing some information. The photo was taken by Xia Ran, and Su Lanqiao looked very innocent.
He also became a spokesperson, signed a contract with the broker, and made it clear that he would not indulge in keeping someone.
In light of this, he couldn't find a reason.
Chu Cheng's face rarely showed a hint of doubt. He threw himself onto the sofa and lit a cigarette, his gaze falling on that slender figure.
Su Lanqiao, who once considered himself bold, now felt a bit embarrassed in front of Chu Cheng - how should Chu Cheng answer this question?
Declare that he has liked him for eight years, obsessed with his name day and night?
That would scare people off.
He clearly understood that Chu Cheng was someone who dislikes trouble, especially since he grew up as a frontrunner in the adoration of others. He had long developed immunity to those who insistently declare their love to him.
"I don't have many friends in China," Su Lanqiao smiled indifferently, his gaze drifting. "I think you're a good person."
Chu Cheng's temple suddenly throbbed. "Are you... giving me a 'good person' card?"
"It's not exactly like that," Su Lanqiao's voice weakened, and his calm demeanor finally turned somewhat flustered. He turned to look out the window, "It's getting late, so I should be heading home when the delivery arrives."
Chu Cheng was dumbfounded, "Are you really just here to deliver something?"
As Su Lanqiao had taken off his coat when he first arrived, his action revealed a glimpse of his slender waist, sparking some audacious thoughts in Chu Cheng's mind.
The details of that night spread through his mind like vines - fragmented kisses, muffled breaths, accompanied by a hint of whimpering.
If the young model had been a bit bolder, perhaps... he could have stayed the night.
Chu Cheng crossed his legs, and his gaze shifted downward from Su Lanqiao's face. The latter was now meticulously fastening his coat buttons in a solemn manner.
Struggling to finally fasten the last horn button, Su Lanqiao tilted his head, his voice softened, "President Chu, I'll take my leave."
Chu Cheng pursed his lips, extinguishing his cigarette, realizing the absurdity of his sudden impulse.
He watched as Su Lanqiao, in his slippers, leisurely made his way towards the door, suddenly reminded of the figure huddled at the entrance when he had just returned home, unable to bear it.
As Su Lanqiao reached the foyer, Chu Cheng suddenly spoke up, "Add me on WeChat, so you don’t end up waiting like a fool unable to find me in the future."