The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 33.1

It wasn’t until they reached the home furnishing mall that Zhang Xuanzhan finally snapped out of the shock induced by that information-overload of a sentence.

Song Mingjiao was humming a song softly, hands behind his back, skipping here and there to look at the display beds. He looked to be in a very good mood; at the very least, that encounter with Mo Qinan just now hadn’t affected him in the slightest.

In all fairness, Song Mingjiao’s massive villa certainly didn’t lack spacious rooms or wide beds. What it lacked, rather, was a sense of ritual.

A sales guide greeted Song Mingjiao with a smile and began introducing the products:

“Which type of bed are you looking for? This model is our best-seller. The headboard is made of genuine leather and is exceptionally soft to lean against. This one here features an adjustable height design, which is very suitable for white-collar professionals who work in bed.”

Song Mingjiao looked young, his face exceptionally fresh and pure. With Zhang Xuanzhan following behind him looking like a typical urban elite, the guide even mistook them for brothers.

“Do you have the kind of bed that is… full of ‘fun’?” Song Mingjiao asked with innocent eyes.

“Huh?” The guide didn’t react for a moment.

Standing behind him, Zhang Xuanzhan finally recovered from his whirlwind of shock, disappointment, and bitterness. He stepped forward two paces and explained to the guide in a low voice, “The kind that is, well, slightly ‘erotic’.”

The guide looked to the left at Song Mingjiao’s pure face, then to the right at Zhang Xuanzhan’s serious expression. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

Fortunately, her professional standards were high. She quickly adjusted her expression and said, “Yes, we do. We don’t usually display those styles on the floor, so if you two would please follow me to the VIP area.”

“It’s not for me and him. You might have misunderstood; he is my boss.”

Seeing the guide’s “insider” expression, Zhang Xuanzhan explained with a weary heart. The thought that he wouldn’t even have a share of that bed, yet had to be misunderstood this way, made him feel even more pathetic.

However, as soon as Zhang Xuanzhan said those words, the guide felt she had glimpsed a secret of the wealthy elite. She immediately looked at the two of them with a gaze that promised total confidentiality. “I understand. He’s the boss. I understand, I understand.”

No, you don’t understand.

But Zhang Xuanzhan didn’t want to explain anymore. He looked back at Song Mingjiao, who was smiling at him, and felt a complex mix of emotions in his heart.

Song Mingjiao stopped paying attention to Zhang Xuanzhan’s mental journey and focused on picking a bed.

“Hmm, this rose one won’t do; too cliché.”

“This one… tsk, it wobbles too much when you lie on it!”

“A water bed? That’s interesting. Zhang Xuanzhan, take a note of this one.”

Zhang Xuanzhan followed closely behind, watching as the young man clearly fantasized about “unbroadcastable” content. At times, Zhang Xuanzhan even lost his professional composure and began to daze off.

It wasn’t until Song Mingjiao called him several times without receiving a response that he frowned slightly with dissatisfaction and looked back. “What is wrong with you?”

The guide was standing some distance away, flipping through materials regarding a size issue Song Mingjiao had just raised.

Zhang Xuanzhan endured it again and again, clutching his notebook tightly. Finally, he asked, “Young Master Song, why choose Li Yuanhua? Is there somewhere… where I am not doing well enough?”

His eyes were filled with hardship, pain, and suppression.

In just a short period, the relationships around Song Mingjiao had undergone earth-shattering changes. He had clearly been working diligently for the young master, cleaning up that annoying Mo Qinan completely. He thought that by finishing this task, he would gain Song Mingjiao’s favor.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

To be precise, after Zhang Xuanzhan returned, he indeed received praise from Song Mingjiao—but it was limited to the praise a superior gives a subordinate.

Zhang Xuanzhan was greedy; he wanted more.

Especially knowing that Li Yuanhua, who was once of the same status as him, had suddenly transformed and actually managed to climb into President Song’s bed. Even if it was just a “pie in the sky” promise Song had given Li Yuanhua for now, he didn’t even have a slice of that pie!

Song Mingjiao’s expression gradually cooled. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Xuanzhan indifferently, his voice light and devoid of emotion:

“Zhang Xuanzhan, I remember warning you a long time ago: do your own job. As for who I choose, that is my right. You have no power to interfere.”

Zhang Xuanzhan’s face turned deathly pale.

Song Mingjiao had always treated this journey through the small worlds as a game. It was bad enough that the system forced a scumbag male lead on him. Song Mingjiao was well aware of his own charm; he knew everyone around him harbored unspeakable thoughts, but that didn’t mean he intended to satisfy everyone.

He didn’t even want the targets the system forced him to woo; he only wanted to choose the people he was interested in. That was all.

After speaking, Song Mingjiao ignored the despondent Zhang Xuanzhan. He had already picked out the bed he wanted, communicated the specific details to the guide to have the manufacturer customize it, and then arranged for it to be delivered to his villa.

The system’s report on the “character breakdown degree” rose bit by bit. Song Mingjiao could clearly feel the world’s rejection of him deepening. It probably wouldn’t be long before it reached 100%, and he would be squeezed out of this world.

He wondered what the difference was between being passively ejected and leaving after actively completing the mission.

Song Mingjiao was curious, even eager to try.

He didn’t know how much longer he could stay. Because he had taken a creative shortcut to complete the mission—brutally and swiftly driving the target to rock bottom—he had collapsed the mission line. Consequently, the time he actually spent was much lower than the average.

Song Mingjiao’s identity in this world was still a CEO. Although he didn’t have much energy to do things for the group, and didn’t know if the group’s existence would be affected once he left, he still wanted to do one last thing for the company under his name.

While waiting for the custom bed, Song Mingjiao changed his usual playful and lazy nature. He basically went to the office on time every day to hold meetings, listen to reports, or discuss resources with partners.

Thanks to the huge boost in popularity from his recent variety show appearance, the group took the opportunity to change its previously mysterious style. It gradually caught up with the trends of the internet age and gained a following of “company fans,” showing a thriving upward development.

Inspired by the PhD guest Xu Xi on the show, Song Mingjiao led a team to scout a batch of fresh talent, injecting young blood into the company and offering high salaries without hesitation. When people posted these benefits online, the group’s reputation became increasingly positive, even becoming many people’s “dream company.”

At the same time, Song Mingjiao, who hadn’t appeared in public since the variety show ended, finally—and belatedly—opened an official SuperBlog account and a live-streaming platform account.

The fans, who had been tearfully “re-eating old food” watching the same edited replays over and over frame by frame while mourning the limited “Little Young Master” content were ecstatic. Their idol had actually fulfilled the promise he made on the day of the show’s premiere: he had opened official platform accounts for them.

Fans flocked to follow his accounts like parched earth receiving rain.

Within a few days, the number of followers skyrocketed, making it the fastest-growing and highest-engagement account in recent years. Some people who were slower to catch on or hadn’t seen the variety show even thought some small star was making their debut and buying followers for hype.

Song Mingjiao took selfies with his phone. He had learned a new term lately called “Nine-Grid Photo.” Hearing it was a “fan-pleasing tool,” he tried his best to put together nine pictures for his first SuperBlog post, with the caption:

Thank you all for your support.

Among these pictures, some were of him sitting at a primitive mahogany office desk, head lowered as he seriously reviewed documents.

I am also someone who has visited the CEO’s office up close! May I ask the CEO, when I submit my resume to your company next time, can I write “Participated in the construction of a project with tens of millions of fans across the network”?

Some photos were clearly selfies taken by Song Mingjiao himself.

He wasn’t as relaxed as he was in front of the live-streaming cameras; one could even see a slight shyness. One hand covered half his mouth, strands of hair blew in the wind, and his eyes carried a smile as he looked at the camera.

So beautiful, such a close-range beauty crit. I must set this as my desktop wallpaper and not change it for a hundred years! Sherlock is online is that the shadow of another man’s hand appearing in the background? Baby, wuwu, who is in your room?

Song Mingjiao’s SuperBlog would also occasionally post various promotional videos for his own products. They were filmed more seriously than movie blockbusters, clearly having cost a fortune.

Even passers-by were attracted.

Just passing by, so pretty, followed. Just passing by, so sincere, supported. Uh, I took a look, why does your company have so many products I can’t afford? Forget what I just said.

Song Mingjiao gradually found pleasure in this online business. No wonder so many people wanted to squeeze into the entertainment industry.

However, he still only treated it as relaxation for his spare time and didn’t spend too much energy on it.

The manufacturer at the home furnishing mall was very efficient. It didn’t take long for Song Mingjiao to receive the highly designed bed he had personally selected.

During these days, although the “Good morning” and “Good night” messages every day hadn’t decreased, the frequency of He Wang actively initiating conversations had dropped significantly. At times, there was even a sense of awkwardness from not knowing what to talk about.

Song Mingjiao knew that He Wang was still preparing himself psychologically, still not knowing how to face the condition he had proposed. But Song Mingjiao didn’t intend to interfere.

On the contrary, Li Yuanhua stayed by Song Mingjiao’s side day and night.

Sometimes, when Song Mingjiao turned to look at Li Yuanhua, he could see an impatient longing revealed in those deep black eyes.

Occasionally, it would even make Song Mingjiao daze, thinking it was another person—that Great Film Emperor He, who had once looked at him with the same gaze.

They were too similar.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “Thinking of you, Young Master.” “Don’t look!” “Apologies, Young Master, my eyes are not under my control.”

Song Mingjiao was too lazy to argue and tried asking the system: “In your small worlds, is it possible for the same soul to exist?”

Host, what are you saying? Do you want to do something to the male lead again?

Song Mingjiao was speechless: “Narrow-minded.”

Then he didn’t want to spend energy digging into the situation, simply assuming that perhaps He Wang and Li Yuanhua were just somewhat similar. There were so many people in the world; it was no big deal.

Song Mingjiao took out his phone and flipped to the chat page. He actually rarely took the initiative to send messages to He Wang or Li Yuanhua, except for occasional commands; it was always the other party coming to find him.

Especially He Wang, who had to coax the little young master at all times. The daily check-ins couldn’t be missed, his travel schedule had to be reported to the young master, and his social media had to occasionally post content visible only to the young master.

Song Mingjiao considered He Wang’s behavior barely acceptable, so he decided to give their “assessment” a special opening ceremony.

He spent a long time picking through his wardrobe. He didn’t know who had quietly added some clothes to his closet that he normally wouldn’t wear.

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