The Vicious Male Supporting Character Only Wants to Focus on His Career - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: There’s No Need to Be So Heartless

Zhong Shengwan had spent a full ten years in the entertainment industry in his previous life and had read countless scripts. To be honest, the book he had transmigrated into could only be given a one-star rating at most.

An overbearing CEO falling in love with a noble and pure male university student—it was melodramatic and brainless.

The one star was given to the book’s ultimate villain, He Yingnong. Calling him a villain was only because He Yingnong stood in opposition to the protagonist, Chu Jinchen, from beginning to end.

But He Yingnong himself possessed a noble background and a tragic history. He was deep, resilient, and his intelligence remained “online” throughout the story. Even when he eventually left the stage, it wasn’t because he was defeated by Chu Jinchen, but because he went north to reclaim the He Group, a conglomerate no less powerful than the Chu family.

From then on, he dominated the north, remaining a figure that Chu Jinchen always feared.

To be able to escape the protagonist’s world unscathed without losing ground—his capability was simply off the charts.

Zhong Shengwan once suspected that the original author created a character like He Yingnong to serve as a supporting male lead for the protagonist shou, Jiang Yu—the kind of wicked, wild, and unrestrained man who loves no one but bows only to Jiang Yu.

As it turned out, perhaps the emotional development between Jiang Yu and Chu Jinchen was too fast, or perhaps He Yingnong was written too perfectly for him to lose his intelligence and fall for a “silly, white, and sweet” character; in any case, the author never forced that pairing.

No forced pairing was a good thing.

Zhong Shengwan thought: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Although he and Chu Jinchen hadn’t had a falling out yet, just in case, having one more friend meant having one more path open.

As for the present moment,

He Yingnong looked out the window. A youth stood on the sidewalk a meter away, standing still like a delicate, lifeless puppet, appearing to look at him while also appearing to be lost in thought.

Did that collision between the two cars just now hit the kid’s head?

Just as he was about to tell the driver to go inquire—and if necessary, take him to the hospital for a check-up—the “little puppet’s” eyes suddenly lit up, and he greeted him quite enthusiastically: “He Yingnong?”

He Yingnong looked over: “…I am.”

Zhong Shengwan felt his luck was truly incredible. He walked over and rested both hands on the half-open car window glass: “Can we have a word in private?”

He remembered that He Yingnong’s car accident was caused by someone tampering with the brakes.

The debt of saving a life… there was no need to “repay the favor with one’s body” (marriage), but if there came a day in the future when he needed a helping hand, he hoped He Yingnong would return the favor.

From the book, He Yingnong’s personality was the type that “wants you to live when he loves you, and wants you to die when he hates you.” Such a personality would likely result in a sadomasochistic relationship for a couple, but for a friend, it was fantastic.

The problem was how to say it; he had to think.

Putting himself in the other’s shoes, if a person suddenly jumped out from the roadside and told him he was destined for a bloody disaster today, Zhong Shengwan would definitely feel that the person was cursing him.

He Yingnong looked at the slender, white, and tender fingers resting on the window glass: “No.”

Zhong Shengwan: … There’s really no need to be so heartless.

The two looked at each other—two faces that could be called peerless. One was cold and silent like a wasteland; the other was vivid like a mountain in spring.

Zhong Shengwan: “Don’t you want to know how I know who you are?”

He Yingnong: “No. For the car accident, please talk to my driver.”

Zhong Shengwan took a deep breath. This was truly enough to kill a social butterfly. He wasn’t sure if He Yingnong’s current driver was part of the problem, but it was better to be cautious.

Fortunately, the window was open wide. He leaned almost his entire upper body in and typed quickly on his phone: “I heard someone wants to harm you. One of your cars has had its brakes tampered with. Subway, taxi, shared bike—pick any one. Saving your life is what matters.”

He Yingnong looked at the youth’s fluttering eyelashes. Boys rarely had lashes this long; he didn’t look effeminate, but rather like a bright persimmon hanging on a tree branch in autumn—very vivid.

As for the content in the memo: “…What do you want?”

Zhong Shengwan: “You don’t believe me?”

He Yingnong didn’t speak. The two were very close; he could almost see the certain complaints and entanglement in the youth’s large eyes.

He wasn’t lying.

And he was very… familiar for a stranger.

He Yingnong: “Stand back a bit.”

Zhong Shengwan took a few steps back.

When He Yingnong got out of the car, Zhong Shengwan looked up… so tall. He was half a head taller than Zhong Shengwan’s own 1.8 meters; he must be 1.9 meters.

If he had to use a wheelchair, that would be such a pity.

The two stood by the roadside.

He Yingnong’s driver glanced over. After He Yingnong said “mind your business,” the driver nodded and went back to negotiating with the ride-share driver.

The ride-share driver saw that his expression was ugly, so his heart didn’t feel particularly panicked anymore. If the other party was flustered, it meant they had a guilty conscience; it seemed the main party responsible for this accident really wasn’t him.

Exactly—he was driving perfectly fine…

He Yingnong made a phone call and said a few simple words. About ten minutes later, the other side called back, full of relief: “Boss, fortunately you were well-informed.”

Zhong Shengwan had no intention of eavesdropping on someone else’s call, so he moved a few small steps away. The sense of oppression was too strong; he wasn’t afraid, it just felt uncomfortable.

He peeked again. Those legs were so long; it was a waste not to be on a catwalk.

In less than half an hour, a private car arrived, no less high-end than the previous one.

He Yingnong looked at Zhong Shengwan: “Get in. I’ll drop you off.” He then looked at his own trousers—suit pants, not torn, and no dirt on them.

Zhong Shengwan shook his head: “No, and I advise you not to get in either. It’s a chance meeting; if it weren’t for the fact that you’re good-looking, I wouldn’t have poked my nose into your business.”

In truth, if he hadn’t happened to run into him, he wouldn’t have bothered with the book’s plot points that didn’t involve himself.

Meeting him meant saving him—it was fate.

As for wanting the man to repay him, he hoped for it, but if it didn’t happen, he wouldn’t hold a grudge.

He Yingnong: “There was indeed a car with broken brakes. This one has no problem.” As he spoke, he glanced at the driver—a very light glance, devoid of emotion.

Zhong Shengwan then got into the car.

Ten minutes later, other people took over the scene of the accident. The original driver was stuffed into a car and taken away.

Ride-share driver: “…!”

Is being an employee this competitive nowadays? You get tied up and taken away for having a car accident?

Two days later, Chu Jinchen asked to meet Zhong Shengwan again.

Zhong Shengwan agreed and arrived on time as usual. This time, Chu Jinchen was not late.

Zhong Shengwan looked at Chu Jinchen’s obviously exhausted face: “Grandpa Chu, he…”

Chu Jinchen: “Xiao Wan, thank you for telling me.” If he had been kept in the dark while being so busy with work, Chu Jinchen couldn’t imagine how much regret he would have felt in the future.

Zhong Shengwan: “Then, the engagement?”

There was nothing to hide now; the engagement could be canceled, right? He had already agreed with Tao Jian to go for an audition this weekend.

Because of Jin Yundong’s connections, the word from that side was that his image was a match; as long as his acting skills were passable, he could sign the contract immediately.

Compared to marrying Chu Jinchen, acting was obviously more important.

Chu Jinchen looked at the youth before him. His sitting posture was beautiful, and his gestures were very proper.

Even if there wasn’t much affection, having Zhong Shengwan as a partner—whether kept at home or brought out in public—didn’t seem like a very difficult thing to accept.

Zhong Shengwan didn’t know what Chu Jinchen was thinking, but the two of them staring at each other was quite boring.

He took the initiative: “As for the engagement, there’s no problem on my side. I will explain it to my dad and brother. Don’t worry, I’m not a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid anymore; I won’t pester you immaturely. We grew up together, after all—you’ll always be my good big brother.”

They were roughly childhood friends. In the future, if Jiang Yu tried to whisper things in his ear, he should stay clear-headed; let’s just mind our own business.

Chu Jinchen snapped back: “Xiao Wan, I plan to move back to the old mansion.”

Zhong Shengwan: “That’s good.” Accompanying Old Master Chu more was the right thing to do. The old man hadn’t had it easy; just when he could finally enjoy his blessings, this happened…

The next moment, his hand holding the cup was grasped.

Zhong Shengwan: “…?!”

Chu Jinchen: “You are willing to move in with me, right?”

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