Chapter 47

In the following days, Song Wenzhou truly pursued Mu Chi as he had said, picking him up and sending him to work in the morning and evening, checking in on him at lunch, bringing a variety of takeout for afternoon tea to “Musong Media,” and sending flowers and gifts every day…

Unfortunately, as a worker, he didn’t have the freedom that Mu Chi, as the boss, had. Otherwise, he would have worn a hole in the door of Mu Chi’s office by now.

That day after work, Mu Chi once again walked toward his black Audi with his head held high, in full view of many employees.

A few days ago, he had felt that Song Wenzhou’s pursuit was unnecessary. As long as Song Wenzhou was willing, he would always be open to welcoming him back home. But after these days, he had deeply enjoyed Song Wenzhou’s “careful attention.”

Looking around, who in the company was as spoiled as he was?

Singers who sang love songs, bloggers with millions of fans—none of them were pampered like he was, nourished by love.

After fastening his seatbelt, Mu Chi looked at Song Wenzhou as he opened the glove compartment, took out a small black box, and handed it to him. “Open it and see if you like it.”

“I’ll like whatever you give me,” Mu Chi said before even opening the box.

The box was small, with a slightly sunken paper lining, holding a tie clip shaped like a pair of wings.

Mu Chi carefully took it out. The wings were intricately carved, as though they could fly as soon as they were paired together.

Mu Chi’s eyes lit up, delighted, but unfortunately, he wasn’t wearing a tie today, so he couldn’t use it.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Chi pulled down the sun visor, glanced at the mirror, and clipped the tie clip onto the left collar of his shirt, feeling quite satisfied.

Not content with just admiring himself, he turned to Song Wenzhou during a red light and asked, “Do I look handsome?”

Song Wenzhou’s gaze lingered on the collar for a moment, then moved up to Mu Chi’s face, and he answered, “Handsome.”

Even though Mu Chi had gotten used to Song Wenzhou’s sweet words these past days, he still found it hard to resist such straightforward praise. He narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

The tie clip was fastened, and the packaging box was returned to the glove compartment. As Mu Chi withdrew his hand, he noticed two paper vouchers between his fingers. The text on them looked familiar. Mu Chi asked, “What’s this?”

Song Wenzhou glanced at them and casually said, “Fashion show tickets from Xu Chu. We’ll go see it together on Sunday.”

“We? You and him?”

“You and me.”

“That’s more like it,” Mu Chi said. “If I knew you wanted to see this, I could have taken you myself, no need for Xu Chu to give you the tickets.”

“Hmm?” Song Wenzhou was confused.

“There’s someone from ‘Musong’ among the models in the show. The organizer gave me an invitation earlier. I didn’t expect you’d ask me to go there this weekend.”

Song Wenzhou nodded. “Looks like the show and us are quite fated.”

“Yeah,” Mu Chi smiled. “Let’s just go and take a look.”

Sunday

Song Wenzhou and Mu Chi set out early for the venue. Song Wenzhou planned to visit the backstage makeup room to greet Xu Chu, while Mu Chi would also go backstage to check on the “Musong” people.

The fashion show was held in the Innovation Park in the city center. Song Wenzhou drove to the parking lot, entered the park through the side door under Xu Chu’s video guidance, and soon found the busy makeup room.

Both Song Wenzhou and Mu Chi were dressed in well-tailored suits, which stood out from the usual crowd entering and exiting the makeup room. However, everyone was focused on their own tasks and didn’t pay them much attention.

Several models had already finished their makeup and were walking down the corridor, practicing their runway walks. Some had such exaggerated makeup that their original faces were barely recognizable.

Song Wenzhou was dazzled by the sight, and for a moment, couldn’t spot Xu Chu. It wasn’t until he reached the third row of makeup tables that he finally heard Xu Chu calling his name.

Song Wenzhou and Mu Chi walked toward the sound, and they saw Xu Chu, who was holding body-painting supplies, applying eye makeup to a model sitting in front of a mirror.

Before they could get close, two people standing next to Xu Chu called out “Musong,” and the model in front of the mirror looked slightly excited when they heard their companions’ voices. He didn’t dare to move but turned his eyes to Mu Chi’s direction, slightly parted his lips, and asked, “Musong, why are you here?”

Hearing this, Song Wenzhou was slightly surprised—what a coincidence, the person he was looking for and the person Mu Chi was looking for had run into each other.

Xu Chu didn’t stop what he was doing, waving them over, “Honey, just find a spot and sit. I’m almost done, just two more minutes.”

Song Wenzhou smiled and reassured him not to rush.

Mu Chi, standing next to him, nodded in acknowledgment of the model’s greeting, and then suddenly reached around to pull Song Wenzhou’s waist, his tongue rolling over the word “honey.”

Song Wenzhou turned his head and looked at him, confused.

The two models standing opposite them and the one sitting down, watching from the side: “!!!”

The “Musong Media” model team had only been established recently. After joining the company, these models had often heard about Musong’s deeply affectionate relationship with a certain man, but they hadn’t had the chance to meet him in person.

Now, it seemed, this was the man they had heard so much about.

The three models simultaneously exclaimed, “Hello, Second Boss!”

Their voices were much louder than when they had greeted “Musong,” which startled Xu Chu, who was holding an eyeliner pencil. He nearly shook the line off as he muttered, “Whoa,” making the sitting model squirm in confusion.

Song Wenzhou was equally startled by the situation and nearly stumbled over his words, “Y-you guys, hello.”

He immediately tried to discreetly push Mu Chi’s arm away from around his waist.

Mu Chi, having successfully staked his claim, released Song Wenzhou with satisfaction and said, “You guys go ahead and do your work. Don’t mind me.”

A moment later, he matched the finished makeup to the person and asked, “By the way, where’s Qiqi?”

A model who was close to Qiqi replied, “He’s in another group, I’ll go get him.”

Before Mu Chi could say “No need,” the model had already turned and dashed away.

Xu Chu finished adjusting the model’s hair, completing the pre-show preparations. As he cleaned up the bottles and jars on the table, he said, “You can go change now. I’ll touch up your makeup before you go on stage.”

The other two models thanked him, nodded at Mu Chi, and then left for the dressing room.

Since some makeup would still be needed for the touch-up, Xu Chu didn’t bother packing up everything and casually walked toward Song Wenzhou, leaning against the counter in a half-slouched manner. With his left fist lightly tapping his right shoulder, he complained, “Finally, it’s almost over. I’m so exhausted.”

Song Wenzhou smiled and reached out to pinch his arm, saying, “Congratulations on completing your work successfully.”

Xu Chu simply turned around, facing away from Song Wenzhou, subtly signaling for him to massage his shoulders, saying, “I received the flowers you sent.”

The bouquet contained a card, which had the same message as what Song Wenzhou had just said.

“What?” Mu Chi, who had been staring wide-eyed since Song Wenzhou started massaging Xu Chu’s arm, exclaimed in surprise. He had just received his first bouquet from Song Wenzhou a few days ago. Why did Xu Chu get the same treatment?

Mu Chi stepped forward, grabbed Song Wenzhou’s hand that was about to reach Xu Chu’s shoulder, and said, “You really know how to enjoy yourself, even having Zhouzhou massage you?”

“It’s not like I asked you to massage me,” Xu Chu retorted, still resentful of how Mu Chi had made Song Wenzhou upset not long ago. Seizing the opportunity, he snapped back, “Does it concern you?”

“Doesn’t concern me?” Mu Chi turned to look at Song Wenzhou, pulling him a couple of steps away. “You’re not allowed to massage his shoulders, got it?”

Although they had moved a bit farther, Mu Chi didn’t lower his voice. The distance was enough for Xu Chu to hear, and he rolled his eyes slightly, thinking: How childish.

Song Wenzhou, caught between the two, decided to play dumb. “I didn’t expect the models from the ‘Musong’ team to be in Xu Chu’s group, what a coincidence, hehe.”

Mu Chi shot him a resentful look.

Xu Chu laughed loudly, not bothering to spare him any dignity.

At this moment, the model named Qiqi came over to greet them. It seemed that the person who had gone to fetch him had said something, as Qiqi was even more enthusiastic toward Song Wenzhou than Mu Chi.

Mu Chi had built a strong image of a loving couple in the company, so when the model approached, he quickly shifted to hug Song Wenzhou’s shoulder and put on a sweet, affectionate expression.

After sending the model off, Song Wenzhou, fearing that Xu Chu and Mu Chi would start arguing again, told Xu Chu to come find him after the show. He then pulled Mu Chi out of the makeup room.

The two of them exited and circled back to the main entrance, entering the official venue from there.

Throughout the walk, Mu Chi kept grumbling, saying Xu Chu was trying to stir up trouble, accusing Song Wenzhou of favoring Xu Chu, and claiming he was jealous and sour… Song Wenzhou ignored him completely.

As soon as they reached the main entrance, Mu Chi fell silent. Mr. Wang, who had given him the invitation at the dinner party, was waiting there, dressed in a suit and welcoming each guest with a smile.

Mu Chi quickly switched to a professional smile, greeted Mr. Wang with a few pleasantries, and introduced Song Wenzhou. He didn’t intentionally mention Song Wenzhou’s identity, but with their shoulders touching and their expressions natural, anyone could tell their relationship was close.

Song Wenzhou stayed by Mu Chi’s side the entire time, a faint smile on his face. He didn’t say much, only shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Wang when Mu Chi introduced him.

Before long, others came to greet Mr. Wang, so Mu Chi told him to carry on and, with Song Wenzhou, followed the usher to their seats.

The runway for the fashion show was in a “U” shape, with a mirror-like surface that made it seem like one could easily slip and fall if not careful.

Mu Chi and Song Wenzhou were seated at the left corner of the “U”, offering a good view.

They arrived neither early nor late, and a few people had already seated themselves, but not many.

Song Wenzhou quietly scanned the room. Aside from Mu Chi, he didn’t recognize anyone. When his gaze occasionally met someone else’s, he smiled and nodded, exchanging polite introductions.

The person he spoke to seemed to be a bit socially anxious, just like him. After a few words, the conversation stalled, so Song Wenzhou undid the button of his suit jacket and sat down quietly, observing the others conversing.

Mu Chi, naturally, was among the group chatting away. As someone working in the media industry, he encountered mostly familiar faces at such events.

In just a few years, “Musong Media” had developed rapidly, with strong momentum. As soon as Mu Chi arrived, he was immediately surrounded by industry peers, one wave after another, unable to break free. He could only occasionally glance at Song Wenzhou. After doing this several times, others began to think he was looking for something.

After nearly twenty minutes, Mu Chi finally freed himself and walked directly toward Song Wenzhou, who sat upright, lips pressed together, smiling at him.

“What’s so funny?” Mu Chi sat down and pretended to casually touch the edge of Song Wenzhou’s ear.

“Nothing,” Song Wenzhou replied, “I was just looking at you shining.”

Mu Chi adjusted his tie clasp, glancing at him sideways. “Am I a lightbulb?”

Song Wenzhou smiled and nodded. “Yes, you’re a neon light.”

Song Wenzhou had always known that Mu Chi was very capable, but Mu Chi had never shown his sharp side in front of him, so much so that Song Wenzhou almost forgot how easily Mu Chi could handle any situation, no matter where he was.

In terms of looks, Mu Chi was tall and handsome, more attractive than many of the artists present, in terms of aura, he was reserved but not lacking in sharpness. Although he was younger than many other company leaders, he wasn’t overshadowed in conversation, instead, he subtly exuded an air of superiority.

Just by looking at him, Song Wenzhou felt proud, thinking, “No wonder he’s my man—he shines in a crowd.”