The Seductive Beauty Breaks the Insecure Bottom Script [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

Song Mingjiao’s voice was very soft, but the end of his sentence curled upward slightly like a hook, scratching at one’s heart and soul. His breath was faint a weak current of air lightly brushing against He Wang’s neck.

Song Mingjiao had said this on purpose, of course. After dropping that sudden, breathless remark, he was satisfied to see He Wang’s body go rigid.

Hmph, serves him right! He hated it when people tried to tell him what to do.

It was a pity He Wang wasn’t wearing a monitor at that moment; otherwise, it would have recorded a heartbeat far exceeding normal levels.

He Wang’s mind had already begun to spiral.

“Why is he standing so close to me? Teach me? In what way? Where? Isn’t he with Mo Qinan? Or is that relationship not as rock-solid as it seems? Does that mean I can…”

As if discovering a new continent, Song Mingjiao watched He Wang’s internal struggle with great amusement. He saw the man take a deep breath, stiffly adjust his tie, and say:

“Ahem, wouldn’t that be… inappropriate? I am, after all.”

Before He Wang could finish, Song Mingjiao suddenly took a step back. A hint of mischief was hidden in his smile, yet he looked quite innocent as he spoke: “Teacher He, you’re overthinking it. I was just joking.”

The train of thought racing through He Wang’s mind came to a screeching halt.

Song Mingjiao gave him a light push. “Teacher He still has that endorsement deal to attend to, so I won’t disturb you further. I hope everything goes smoothly for you!”

This scene was almost identical to a dream. With his back to the sun, Song Mingjiao was framed by a soft halo of light, smiling brightly as he bid He Wang goodbye.

Just like in every one of He Wang’s dreams, he could never catch the corner of Song Mingjiao’s clothes; he could never truly have him.

“No wait!”

Song Mingjiao smiled, his eyes curving into crescents. He pulled a small card out of nowhere, leaned toward He Wang’s chest, and deftly tucked it into his breast pocket.

“My name is Song Mingjiao. Teacher He, you should know that name, right? At the Star-Sheep Awards scene… I remember it, you know.”

Song Mingjiao winked at him. He didn’t specify what he remembered was it hearing the announcement of He Wang winning Best Actor on stage, or did he know what had happened in the lounge that day?

No one knew.

By the time He Wang regained his senses, Song Mingjiao was nowhere to be found. He pulled out the business card that had just been tucked away.

It still carried a faint fragrance. Aside from the string of phone numbers, there was a silhouette of a round, cute kitten staring at the camera with misty eyes it looked remarkably like that person.

In a place where no one could see, He Wang expressionlessly slapped his own disappointing hand:

Why did you refuse! Why did you refuse! Now look the chance for “private tutoring” is gone!

Song Mingjiao wandered around in a great mood before returning to his villa.

He didn’t return to the private club because the selection for the brand spokesperson obviously already had a result.

Of course, Song Mingjiao wasn’t the only one in a good mood.

The system in his head was also very excited.

[Quick, quick! Host, go to the company for the meeting and finalize the spokesperson. The official announcement belongs to the Male Lead! This is a crucial opportunity for him to raise his status!]

Song Mingjiao was currently picking out the pajamas he wanted to wear tonight. To him, intimate apparel was just as important as his public image; it was a major project.

While immersing himself in the selection process, he replied to the system: “But I inspected everyone today, and Mo Qinan actually doesn’t fit our group’s brand identity at all.”

The system hadn’t reacted yet.

[Is brand identity that important? Just make the Male Lead famous and that’s enough.]

Song Mingjiao had already picked out a pair of soft silk pajamas and stood before the full-length mirror, holding them up to his chest to test the look.

The milky-white pajamas had a very low neckline and were sleek and form-fitting, though the sleeves were designed to be billowy, easily revealing his wrists.

“Hmm, I think you still don’t understand what I’m saying.”

[What do you mean? Host, all the “tool characters” before you completed their tasks this way. This is the most effective path for the ‘low self-esteem’ persona.]

[You sacrifice your career for the Male Lead, and you have to practically beg him to take it, otherwise you’ll hurt his self-esteem. Just like this endorsement deal the Host fought for it’s a standard ‘low self-esteem’ action. Once the contract is signed, the Host is expected to gain 2000+ points. Subsequent benefits the Male Lead receives from this deal will provide a steady stream of points, enough for the Host to open the Mall interface.]

Song Mingjiao had already changed into his new pajamas. He felt a slight chill on his chest, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

The material was excellent, tracing his bodily curves with extreme clarity. As he raised his arms, his waist was faintly revealed a striking, lustrous white.

He turned a few circles in front of the mirror with satisfaction before letting out an innocent laugh, speaking to the non-corporeal system:

“No, System. What I actually meant was… I only leaked the news to give Mo Qinan the chance to enter the screening process.”

“Oh dear, when did I ever say I was going to give him the endorsement?”

Song Mingjiao covered his mouth in mock shock. The mirror reflected his wide, round eyes, but the corners of those eyes were filled with an irrepressible, playful joy.

The system’s voice suddenly turned cold.

[Host, what do you mean by that?]

Overlapping with the system’s voice was a sudden phone call from Mo Qinan.

“Song Mingjiao, what is the meaning of this?!”

Song Mingjiao thought to himself: People really are fickle. When he was doting on Mo Qinan, the man almost never initiated contact. Now that he had been played for a fool, he finally remembered his so-called “Sugar Daddy.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Song Mingjiao certainly wasn’t going to hang up. This was a play he had meticulously arranged; it had to be performed to be worth it.

On the other end of the line, Mo Qinan was clearly livid, dropping the arrogant act he usually maintained. “Didn’t you pull strings for me for this endorsement? I talked the longest in there today too! Why did they suddenly say there will be no cooperation?!”

When Mo Qinan went back this afternoon, he had confidently told his studio staff that securing the endorsement wouldn’t be a problem and that he’d have more leverage to negotiate with big directors later.

Instead, the call from Chenxing Group came in front of everyone, making him lose face right after his big boast. The employees’ looks had turned… subtle.

Mo Qinan rattled on and on, while the system rang out cold warning alarms in Song Mingjiao’s head, giving him a headache.

However, these minor nuisances couldn’t dampen Song Mingjiao’s current jubilant mood.

“I never said ‘I’ve already settled everything for you.’ I don’t know anything about the endorsement details, so don’t be unfair to me.”

Song Mingjiao’s voice was both innocent and aggrieved, just like every other time he spoke to Mo Qinan laced with a slight coquettish lilt. For a split second, even Mo Qinan wondered if he had truly blamed him wrongly.

But Mo Qinan recovered quickly, gritting his teeth as he spoke: “Song Mingjiao, did you do this on purpose? Just because I’ve been cold to you lately, you want to use this method to get my attention again?”

“I told you, I’ve been preparing for a very important audition, so I couldn’t look after you for a while. Why can’t you be more sensible?”

Song Mingjiao had intended to keep up the polite facade, but upon hearing this, the smile on his lips vanished instantly:

“Mo Qinan, I should be the one saying that to you, shouldn’t I? Who is the ‘lover,’ and who should be ‘sensible’?”

Song Mingjiao’s voice was icy, devoid of any emotion. He let out a cold laugh, stabbing right where it hurt:

“Even though you didn’t get the endorsement contract today, I assume our famous Star Mo hasn’t forgotten our previous… ‘Sponsorship’ agreement, right?”

Buzz—

Mo Qinan’s head felt like it was going to explode. That was undoubtedly the most humiliating part of his history. Even though Song Mingjiao, as his benefactor, had been obedient and showered him with money and resources, he still couldn’t forget the day he was forced to sign that “Sponsorship Agreement.” The humiliation he had suppressed in his heart was immense.

The system was also on the verge of exploding.

[Host! You actually dared to mock the ‘Sponsorship’ in front of the Male Lead? Do you know how much damage this will do to his fragile heart?!]

[Ahhh! Apologize to the Male Lead immediately! Host, you should be doing this because you love the Male Lead too much, but you have no other way to make him look at you besides vulgar money! The agreement was a mistake at the start of your relationship. After the Host realizes the error, you must embark on a ‘Crematorium’ pursuit to win him back, not deviate from the ‘low self-esteem’ persona like this!]

“Me? Pursue him? Crematorium?”

“I suggest, System, that you’ll find that happening much faster in your dreams.”

Song Mingjiao offered the suggestion very sincerely. He felt he was analyzing the situation quite earnestly for the system.

The system seemed to be smoking from the effort of processing. After a long while, a cold electronic voice sounded.

[Since the Host insists on deviating from the persona, given the severity of the situation, 5000 points are hereby deducted. The Host’s points are now negative. Initiating punishment mechanism.]

Sigh, back to square one, Song Mingjiao thought with some regret. It seemed he really wasn’t suited for hoarding things; he never succeeded.

“But System, you don’t seem to have any punishment authority other than electric shocks no erasure or physical interference. What shall we do?”

Song Mingjiao was deliberately adding fuel to the fire. Through his various tests during this period, he had figured out the system’s limits. He was currently completely fearless.

Thus, when Mo Qinan recovered from his wave of humiliation and anger, he realized the call hadn’t been disconnected.

Furthermore, Song Mingjiao seemed to be making strange sounds on the other end.

“Nngh…”

It was a very light gasp, carrying a sense of suppressed restraint, as if he were enduring pain. There was even a rhythmic, physiological trembling; a barely perceptible sob could be heard in the tail end of his voice.

That normally crisp voice now sounded sticky and hazy through the transmission of the current.

Mo Qinan was, of course, intimately familiar with this sound. He felt an emotion even more furious than the mention of the “Sponsorship Agreement.” He didn’t understand why, but like a husband in a fit of rage after catching his wife cheating, he blurted out:

“Song Mingjiao, are you cheating?! Who is the other man? How dare you!”

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