The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

Song Mingjiao’s return home was as grand as ever. Having been busy at the company all day, he felt he truly deserved to treat himself well.

Thus, the noble young master lay sideways on a soft sofa, hugging a cushion in his arms. With his eyes closed, he comfortably enjoyed a massage service from his bodyguard.

“Young Master Song, is this pressure alright?”

Li Yuanhua carefully controlled the strength in his hands. He was originally just Song Mingjiao’s bodyguard a rough man whose sole duty was to protect Song Mingjiao’s safety.

But now, he also bore the responsibility of looking after the young master’s daily life. The young master had delicate skin and tender flesh; Li worried that his clumsiness might accidentally hurt him.

“Mm, it’s not bad. Rub my temples for me. I encountered a pile of annoying matters today, and it’s given me a headache.”

Song Mingjiao did not open his eyes; he simply shifted his body, turning into a flat, supine position.

Relying purely on sensation, Song Mingjiao accurately grasped Li Yuanhua’s hand and guided that hand which was a full size larger than his own to press against both sides of his head.

“Right here. Use a bit of strength. With this kind of grip, how are you supposed to protect my safety?”

Because Li Yuanhua had practiced martial arts for years, his fingers had a thin layer of callouses. The sensation of them touching his skin was something Song Mingjiao quite liked.

However, this movement accidentally caused Song Mingjiao’s collar to become disheveled. His smooth, ivory collarbones were exposed, dazzlingly displayed before Li Yuanhua.

The tall bodyguard, originally half-kneeling in front of the sofa, felt his breathing suddenly grow heavy.

Young Master Song was a favored child of heaven, pampered and elite. Even his hands felt exquisite to the touch his fingertips were soft as they proactively grabbed Li’s rough palms.

Young Master Song also disliked the restraint of clothing. At home, he always wore loose fabrics, making it inevitable that, like now, he would reveal fair skin that should have been covered.

Li Yuanhua lowered his head in silence, inwardly cursing himself:

Young Master Song is your boss! What are you thinking!

This internal struggle actually lasted only a few dozen seconds.

But Song Mingjiao had no intention of being a considerate boss. After waiting a moment and seeing no movement from the hands by his temples, he immediately urged him quite righteously:

“Hurry up, I’m tired of waiting!”

The bodyguard quickly cast aside the stray thoughts in his mind and somewhat stiffly began to rub Song Mingjiao’s temples.

Song Mingjiao let out a couple of comfortable whimpers. Given their intimate proximity, he asked Li Yuanhua, “Has Mo Qinan come to harass the villa again these past two days?”

When Song Mingjiao said he had no interest, he truly meant it. For the last two days, he had been busy with his grand corporate plans and hadn’t spared a single thought for the star he was supposedly “sponsoring.”

“Mo Qinan himself hasn’t come, but his manager came to the villa once to check on the situation. You were at the company at the time. After hearing you weren’t in, he left.”

Li Yuanhua, of course, wished that the idol star would never step foot in this villa again. Therefore, even when the manager arrived, he hadn’t gone out of his way to disturb or notify Song Mingjiao.

“Well done.”

Song Mingjiao felt his fatigue receding slightly and opened his eyes, offering a casual compliment.

Li Yuanhua was caught off guard, locking eyes with those clear orbs, causing his massaging hands to pause for a heartbeat.

“Alright, bring me my phone.”

Song Mingjiao brushed Li Yuanhua’s hands away and shifted a few times within the soft sofa, leaning against the backrest before issuing an order to the bodyguard.

After getting the phone and unlocking the screen, Song Mingjiao found Mo Qinan’s chat box. As expected, there were no proactive messages from the other party.

In other words, since the rebuff at the villa that day, Mo Qinan had not contacted him once.

Song Mingjiao wasn’t surprised at all.

As a side note, his previous phone wallpaper had been a photo of Mo Qinan’s back. Why a back view? Naturally, it was because the “humble” benefactor loved the big star so much that he wanted a private photo as a wallpaper, but if they weren’t careful, their relationship might be discovered. How could the big star maintain his “pure and single” persona then? So, he settled for a back view.

Who was he trying to insult?

Song Mingjiao found it hideous and had deleted both the wallpaper and the photo the very first day, replacing it with a selfie of himself one that looked exactly like his original face.

So, every time Song Mingjiao picked up his phone and saw his own beautiful photo, he would admire it for several seconds, and his mood would even improve.

For instance, right now, facing such an inconsiderate celebrity lover, Song Mingjiao didn’t even get angry.

He casually picked a cute cat emoji and sent it over.

[Cat peeking.jpg]

The reply came quickly, as if the person were guarding the phone.

[Something the matter?]

The tone was still cold, putting on airs.

Song Mingjiao didn’t feel like nitpicking, as he was about to prepare a “big surprise” for Mo Qinan.

[A friend told me some news. “Tianqiong Jishi” will be selecting an ambassador soon. Are you interested? I can recommend you.]

The chat box went quiet for a while. When the other side messaged again, Song Mingjiao could sense the disbelief through the screen.

[Tianqiong Jishi? You mean the luxury watch line under the Chenxing Group? Doesn’t their brand pride itself on long-standing tradition and refuse to use ambassadors? Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?]

Nonsense. It’s my company’s brand, how could I get it wrong?

After just these few lines, Song Mingjiao felt a surge of impatience. Chatting with this so-called “Protagonist” was a waste of his good mood, but he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

[Of course. How could I lie to you? I introduced your resume to others, and everyone felt it was very impressive that you could reach this level in the entertainment industry in just two years!]

The impressive one is your benefactor me. Don’t forget your roots, thank you.

What Song Mingjiao thought didn’t affect the words he typed out.

Seeing the other person reply with an utterly un-humble “Mm,” Song Mingjiao almost laughed out loud.

[My secretary will explain the details to your manager in a bit.]

The other side sent another “Mm.”

After a long while, the “Typing…” indicator appeared several times. Song Mingjiao was genuinely curious about what else this man could possibly say, so he waited patiently for a bit.

Finally, Mo Qinan sent a paragraph.

[I’ve been preparing for a new script lately. Once I’m done being busy, I’ll contact you. Mingjiao, don’t secretly run to my workplace like last time; it will be caught by the paparazzi.]

This sentence seemed to be an explanation for why Mo Qinan hadn’t proactively contacted his benefactor.

But as they say, ivory doesn’t grow from a dog’s mouth, Song Mingjiao lamented.

Busy during filming, busy before filming, busy with promotion after filming this big star he was sponsoring was quite the busy man indeed.

It didn’t matter, though. He was going to tailor-make a play for this big star: lift him to great heights first, then let him fall hard.

Well, it would start with this endorsement.

Mo Qinan’s Studio.

“Song Mingjiao contacted you?” The manager, Brother Liu, paced back and forth in the studio, looking anxious.

Mo Qinan put down his phone and gave a hum of affirmation.

Brother Liu finally let out a sigh of relief. “Good. At least we didn’t lose this sugar daddy.”

“I told you already, you were overthinking it. We’ve had feelings for so many years; he’s just throwing a little tantrum. It’ll pass if you just ignore him for a bit.”

Mo Qinan looked confident, speaking without any panic. “He was probably out securing the Tianqiong Jishi resource these past two days.”

Hearing this, Brother Liu was overjoyed. “This is a huge benefit! Once we land a watch endorsement under the Chenxing Group, your status will skyrocket again!”

Mo Qinan ignored Brother Liu, who went off gloating to arrange the endorsement details. Instead, he turned his gaze back to his chat history with Song Mingjiao.

Sure enough, Song Mingjiao loved him to death and couldn’t leave him. Just by ignoring Song Mingjiao for a bit, the man would scramble to win back his heart by securing endorsement resources for him.

But at the end of the day, it was because he himself had done well in the industry that the higher-ups at Chenxing Group recognized him; Song Mingjiao was merely the middleman.

Once he connected with Director Qiu and filmed Director Qiu’s movie to gun for a Best Actor award, he wouldn’t have to worry about his relationship with Song Mingjiao being exposed and affecting his career anymore.

Immediately, Mo Qinan updated a photo on social media an interior shot of his studio with the caption:

[Working hard. Goodnight.]

The moment it was posted, the comments began to surge. Mo Qinan felt a subtle sense of satisfaction.

He thought about how he hadn’t said goodnight to Song Mingjiao in their chat, yet had publicly said goodnight to his fans. That person would surely be secretly following his updates right now, wouldn’t he?

Would Song Mingjiao bite his lip in disappointment? Would those beautiful eyes look at his post with bitterness?

As it turned out, Mo Qinan was entirely overthinking things.

After finishing the chat, Song Mingjiao tossed the phone aside without a hint of lingering attachment, finally deigning to deal with the noisy System in his mind.

The System had been clamoring since Song Mingjiao was at the company, especially after he told Zhang Xuanzhan that “Mo Qinan isn’t worthy.”

This System, whose highest directive was to protect the male lead, had nearly turned Song Mingjiao’s brain upside down with its noise.

Otherwise, why would Song Mingjiao have asked Li Yuanhua to rub his temples upon his return?

[Watch your words! Host! You are supposed to play the ‘inferiority complex’ persona! How dare you say the male lead is not worthy of you!!]

Song Mingjiao automatically filtered the System’s words, but couldn’t help thinking:

Why is it trendy for Systems to be installed in the brain nowadays? Can’t they be installed somewhere else?

For example, if it were installed on his hand, he would have a legitimate reason to shake his hand up and down, slap tables, or punch chairs after being annoyed by the System. Such revenge would be so much more satisfying.

“System, that was just a tactical maneuver to keep the secretary steady. Look, isn’t he going to help prepare the male lead’s endorsement now?”

“I’ve arranged such a high-class endorsement for the male lead. Isn’t that enough of a ‘boost’?”

The System’s mechanical voice processed for a while before calculating a result.

[Host +100 points. I hope the Host does not get carried away. As a benefactor, it is your duty to promote the male lead. The male lead is so excellent that he could reach the top of the entertainment industry even without a benefactor like you.]

[You are merely a stain on this sponsored relationship. You should feel inferior because of this, for you are dragging the male lead down.]

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