The Investment Mogul Calls Himself my Husband - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Habits

“Fine, let’s talk about your upcoming work schedule.” Wang Xia knew this matter couldn’t be rushed, so she decided to let nature take its course.

“Several production teams sent invitations. I’ve selected these three; take a look.” Wang Xia took the documents out of her bag and handed them over.

“These shows are eyeing the recent heat surrounding ‘Qian Xu.’ They’ve all only offered a single episode for now.”

Su Yi understood: “Young Voice—is that the one Su Yuyan is on?”

“Yes. Su Yuyan originally only signed for two episodes, but now that he’s being scolded by the entire internet, his ‘heat’ has spiked instantly. The production team wouldn’t possibly let that go; they’ve converted him directly into a fixed guest for this season.”

Su Yi wasn’t surprised; that’s just how the industry worked.

Su Yuyan likely felt he was infinitely charming right now. But that was fine—let him taste some sweetness; the fall would only hurt more later!

Wang Xia’s choices were undoubtedly the best at the moment, and Su Yi had no objections. Young Voice would be recorded first, the day after tomorrow, which meant he would be seeing his “dear brother.”

Su Yi was also curious to see what kind of reaction his brother would have upon seeing someone who looked unexpectedly similar to himself.

On Monday, Wang Xia took Le Le to his new school.

“Sister Qian Xi, why didn’t you mention that Le Le’s grades were this good!” Wang Xia had only checked the transcripts sent by Cloud Elementary early this morning.

In every exam Le Le took, whether big or small, he was first—first in his entire grade.

She had wondered why, when she was processing Le Le’s transfer, his former teachers all had “unhappy” written all over their faces.

The top student in the grade was leaving; who could be happy about that!

“Le Le is so amazing. Your brother Ji Heng is at the bottom of the rankings every single time. Le Le, try not to look down on Brother Ji Heng in the future.” After Wang Xia spoke, the usually arrogant Ji Heng rarely lowered his head, considering whether he should try to score one more point next time.

Le Le was well-behaved: “Okay.”

Wang Xia and Qian Xi took the two children to school, leaving Su Yi alone at home. Looking at the house that was bustling just a moment ago and was now suddenly quiet, Su Yi felt a wave of loneliness in his heart.

In just two or three days, he—who had always lived alone—had already grown accustomed to this lively home.

Shortly after, Xiao Xue arrived at the Qing Manor with the makeup artist, Zuo Lin. When the two opened the door with the key Wang Xia had given them, they found Qian Xu in the living room reading a script.

“Brother Qian Xu, we need to do your hair and makeup now. Is that okay?” Seeing Qian Xu curled up on the sofa reading a script, Xiao Xue felt a bit dazed. Her Brother Su Yi used to love this posture—curling up lazily on the sofa to read scripts.

Zuo Lin was also Su Yi’s former makeup artist. Naturally, he was very familiar with Su Yi’s habits. The moment he walked in with the formal attire and saw the newly signed artist of the studio, he froze!

Hearing the voices, Su Yi closed the script in his hand, looked down to put on his shoes, and walked straight toward the dressing room without looking up the entire time.

Xiao Xue and Zuo Lin’s gazes followed Qian Xu, their bodies frozen in place like two statues!

In the past, when Su Yi read scripts, he was used to immersing himself in character analysis. Thus, when called, he would cooperate with movements but wouldn’t look at the people around him.

Just like “Qian Xu” was doing now.

“Xiao Xue, am I seeing things? I feel like I just saw Brother Su Yi.” Zuo Lin patted Xiao Xue’s arm.

“I saw it too.” Since the first time she met Qian Xu, Xiao Xue had a sense of familiarity. At this moment, she really couldn’t distinguish who the person before her was.

Their voices weren’t low. Su Yi heard their conversation, came back to his senses, and looked at the two standing there like idiots.

It wasn’t surprising they were suspicious. Su Yi didn’t intend to deliberately hide it; after all, they would have a lot of contact in the future, and habits would eventually be impossible to conceal. It was better to be open and candid from the start—if they saw it, they saw it.

Su Yi said flatly: “Let’s go.”

“Yes, Brother!”

Even the tone of voice was the same. Xiao Xue and Zuo Lin almost cried as they hurriedly followed.

By the time Wang Xia and Qian Xi returned, Su Yi had already finished today’s styling.

The clothes were this season’s Haute Couture. The black suit fabric draped like the night sky flowing down, tracing smooth lines along the shoulder and waist, providing an ultimate sense of visual extension.

When standing, the lines of the trouser legs were as straight as a blade’s edge, without a single redundant wrinkle. But when he stepped, the high-quality fabric created sharp ripples with his leg movements, revealing the straightness, length, and sense of power in his legs without a doubt.

For the hairstyle, Zuo Lin chose a 70/30 side-swept look for Qian Xu, exposing his full forehead while leaving a few strands of hair to fall casually, drawing the gaze to his exquisite eyes.

His vivid, upturned eyes became deeper and sharper due to the styling and Su Yi’s unique aura. Now, Qian Xu appeared cold, handsome, and bold, giving off a sense of distance that made people afraid to approach!

When Qian Xi entered and saw this different Qian Xu—noble, detached, and radiant—it was a look she had never seen before. Her nose tingled, and her eyes reddened.

She remembered that her brother used to receive no special treatment at all. The only time he participated in a company event, no one even did his styling; Qian Xu had to fumble through it himself.

“Sister.” Su Yi knew of Qian Xu’s past and knew that Qian Xi felt heartache for her brother.

Wang Xia hugged Qian Xi and comforted her: “Don’t be sad. Things will only get better from now on.”

“Mm.” Qian Xi nodded, wiping away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

…

Su Yi arrived at the recording site of Young Voice at the scheduled time. Sitting in the car, he saw a group of exquisitely dressed people gathered downstairs.

At a glance, Su Yi saw Su Yuyan in the middle of the crowd, wearing his usual “good boy” act, laughing and talking with those around him.

Wang Xia glanced at her phone: “The production team hasn’t sent any messages about changes to the recording. I’ll go over and ask.”

“Probably some big financial backer is coming. Let’s go; we have to wait too,” Su Yi said calmly.

Su Yi had encountered this kind of “showy” operation once before. But back then, he was already a Best Actor, so naturally, he didn’t have to cooperate with the crew by standing at the door to welcome the arrival of investors.

Seeing a car driving over, everyone turned their gaze toward it. Seeing a fresh face step out of the car, they looked puzzled.

“Who is that? An investor?” “It’s not Zhuang Qingyuan. Maybe it’s today’s new guest.” “That person behind him is the great manager Wang Xia. Oh, I know who it is—Qian Xu, the one recently signed by Yixia Studio.” “So this is Qian Xu? He’s quite handsome. No wonder he caught the eye of Best Actor Su.” “The styling is great; he’s wearing Haute Couture!” “Yixia Studio is indeed rich. They give a minor actor superstar treatment—every configuration is there.” …

The reason people didn’t recognize Qian Xu was that there wasn’t a single photo of him online. Qian Xu had only ever taken one role, and it was a minor supporting part similar to an extra; however, something had happened to the lead of that show, and it had been shelved!

Thus, Qian Xu was a “super transparent” newcomer with no dark history—aside from his original company, no one had seen him.

Coincidentally, there was an artist from Qian Xu’s original company present: Han Yan, the current “number one brother” of Qingshan Media. But since Qian Xu had been at the absolute bottom of Qingshan Media, he naturally hadn’t come into contact with a “ceiling” like Han Yan.

Han Yan looked at this “nobody” whom he wouldn’t have even spared a glance at before. Now, he was arriving with a nanny car leading the way, escorted by a big-name manager, followed by a small assistant, and even having a private makeup artist.

His eyes were truly burning with envy!

Why! Why him!

Han Yan stared at Qian Xu with vicious eyes, as if Qian Xu had stolen something he deserved!

As for Su Yuyan, a layer of cold sweat had already formed on his back. Because the moment Qian Xu walked out—whether it was his gait or his gaze—he looked exactly like Su Yi.

Naturally, Su Yi didn’t miss Su Yuyan. Seeing the fear in Su Yuyan’s eyes, Su Yi kindly raised an eyebrow and gave him a light smile.

Seeing this smile, Su Yuyan’s face turned deathly pale instantly!

That was Su Yi’s signature smile, and the one Su Yuyan was most familiar with and hated the most!

A smile that was indifferent, a smile that was uninhibited, a smile that charmed all living beings!

“Su Yuyan, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly sweating so much?” The person next to him turned and saw Su Yuyan drenched in sweat. “Do you have low blood sugar?”

“No… it’s nothing.” Su Yuyan hurried to wipe the sweat from his forehead with a tissue, telling himself over and over that he must have seen wrong. Su Yi was dead; he wouldn’t come back, let alone seek revenge.

“Manager Wang, long time no see! Happy to be working with you!” Fu Yan, a leader of the production team, walked out to greet Wang Xia.

Wang Xia stepped forward enthusiastically: “Director Fu, which ‘Great God’ is coming that requires even you to wait downstairs?”

Fu Yan: “It’s President Zhuang from Qingyi.”

Hearing “President Zhuang,” Wang Xia glanced sideways at Su Yi. Did he follow us here?

“He’s here, he’s here!” Fu Yan spoke while walking directly toward the approaching Maybach.

Su Yi turned his head and looked at the approaching car. When he saw that all-too-familiar Maybach, Su Yi’s brows twitched slightly. What a coincidence!

This was the very car that had parked at the entrance of the elementary school and watched him all morning. It was also the incredibly eye-catching one downstairs at the old apartment complex!

So, the person who had been following him all along was Zhuang Qingyuan!

“Lou Nuonuo, did Zhuang Qingyuan suddenly increase the investment because he saw you on the show yesterday? Did your brother say hello to him to take care of you?”

Lou Nuonuo: “…” Are you an idiot!

“My brother didn’t mention it to me.”

“You won’t even tell us who your brother is. You said before your brother knows Zhuang Qingyuan—were you just talking nonsense?”

“Exactly. Does your brother really know Zhuang Qingyuan? Since he knows him, go and say hello.” As the person spoke, they pushed Lou Nuonuo forward.

This movement immediately caught the attention of the leaders in front.

Since Lou Nuonuo was already standing there, he could only bite the bullet and walk forward to speak to Zhuang Qingyuan, who had just finished greeting the leaders: “President Zhuang, my brother asked me to send his regards to you.”

Zhuang Qingyuan walked straight past Lou Nuonuo, his peripheral vision sweeping over the name tag on Lou Nuonuo’s chest.

In truth, Lou Nuonuo had never met Zhuang Qingyuan. He knew, of course, that Zhuang Qingyuan didn’t know him either. When everyone was talking about Zhuang Qingyuan before, he was just letting his vanity get the better of him and wanted to show off his brother; who would have thought Zhuang Qingyuan would actually show up today?

Lou Nuonuo closed his eyes in embarrassment.

“I told you, how could President Zhuang possibly know his brother?” The one who had pushed him mocked.

“Exactly. Showing off his brother to us but refusing to say who his brother is—sounds fake.”

“Yeah, just pretending to be big. Why didn’t he just say Zhuang Qingyuan is his brother?” …

Zhuang Qingyuan suddenly stopped and turned around: “Your brother is Lou Lan.”

Lou Nuonuo hadn’t expected Zhuang Qingyuan to actually respond to him and nodded hurriedly: “Yes.”

“Mm.” Zhuang Qingyuan gave Lou Nuonuo a meaningful look.

Huo Yang leaned in curiously and asked: “Who is Lou Lan?”

“From the Lou family,” Zhuang Qingyuan said as he walked straight toward Su Yi.

Huo Yang muttered softly: “Bullshit. Saying that is the same as saying nothing.”

Su Yi frowned as he watched Zhuang Qingyuan walk over. He simply couldn’t imagine what would happen if Zhuang Qingyuan, in front of a huge crowd, opened his mouth and called him “Su Yi”!

Wang Xia stepped forward, reaching out her hand to block Zhuang Qingyuan: “President Zhuang.”

Zhuang Qingyuan politely shook Wang Xia’s hand and let go: “Rest assured.”

After Wang Xia heard the words “rest assured,” she saw Zhuang Qingyuan walk to Su Yi’s side and directly take Su Yi’s hand.