Chapter 63: Even the Big Boss’s Bed Shouldn’t Be Offended

To save her next month’s salary, Mu Ruo persistently followed Fu Jianzhi around, hands clasped in prayer, begging the big boss to give her another chance.

After all… she was considered a beauty, and if the news spread that she lost two million yuan for a kiss, how could she keep her title as a beauty?

Fu Jianzhi ignored her.

Mu Ruo followed him step by step: “How about you kiss me back?”

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Caught off guard, Mu Ruo bumped into Fu Jianzhi’s back, hurting her nose.

Fu Jianzhi turned around.

Mu Ruo became a bit timid: “Do you really want to kiss me back?”

It wasn’t that she was unwilling, after all, Fu Jianzhi was really handsome.

But Mu Ruo had never kissed anyone before.

She wasn’t against kissing scenes, and as an actress, she couldn’t just change scenes on a whim.

However, she had always played supporting roles, never a lead. Most of her films were serious dramas without intense romance, so it wasn’t like a supporting role like her would get kissing scenes.

So, being kissed for the first time and then despised made Mu Ruo quite angry.

She was both angry and trying to win back her two million yuan.

Fu Jianzhi pinched her chin and looked at her: “If you don’t want to, then forget it.”

How could she not want to!

But with someone like Fu Jianzhi, who always sought revenge for the slightest grievance, if she didn’t let him return the favor, he might hold a grudge forever.

Mu Ruo closed her eyes: “I want to, of course I want to.”

Fu Jianzhi didn’t do anything and let her go.

Mu Ruo: “?”

Big brother, do you just like to tease?

Thick-skinned, Mu Ruo continued to follow him: “About the two million…”

“One kiss isn’t enough, ten kisses.”

At this moment, Mu Ruo still didn’t understand the heartlessness and cruelty of the capitalist, thinking that Fu Jianzhi was just teasing: “Ten kisses it is.”

Even a hundred times would be fine.

If this guy liked to take verbal advantage, let him.

Before bed, Mu Ruo lay on the bed playing on her phone.

Zhou Jian sent a message: “Wow, how did Xia Wanwan get on Qiqiu TV’s variety show?”

Mu Ruo ignored the message and started playing a game.

After a while, Zhou Jian messaged again: “I found out that Lu Beichen and his friends invested in the show. This episode has already gone viral, and Xia Wanwan gained over 100,000 followers rapidly.”

Mu Ruo didn’t want to hear about those two anymore.

Honestly, Lu Beichen and Xia Wanwan’s success didn’t stir any emotions in Mu Ruo.

After all, they were the main characters, always surrounded by the author’s halo. Xia Wanwan had the charm to attract everyone, and Lu Beichen had the aura of a successful tycoon.

Zhou Jian’s villainous character suddenly kicked in: “Should I buy a few thousand fake accounts to slander Xia Wanwan?”

Mu Ruo: “Forget it, that money would be better saved.”

Zhou Jian: “?”

After a moment, Zhou Jian hesitated: “Ruo Ruo, I really feel like you’ve changed.”

“People change,” Mu Ruo replied. “Stop focusing on Xia Wanwan and Lu Beichen. Live your own life and build your own career.”

Zhou Jian sighed: “But watching them succeed makes me really upset.”

Mu Ruo: “I understand.”

As an avid reader of romance novels, Mu Ruo certainly understood!

Zhou Jian’s mentality was typical of a malicious supporting character.

Seeing everything go smoothly for the protagonist made him especially resentful, and he always sought to create trouble for them.

As a result, he became the cannon fodder in the plot, providing satisfaction for the readers.

Therefore, Mu Ruo decided to eliminate this mentality from its root—by not paying attention to any news about the male and female leads and not doing anything for them.

While the leads made their big money, she focused on serving Mr. Fu well and earning his two million yuan.

If one day, Fu Jianzhi switched sides to support the leads, becoming their protector, she would take Haili and Zhou Jian, the three of them with their ill-gotten gains, and flee.

With money in hand, they could enjoy life anywhere.

Even at the end of the story, Lu Beichen’s power never extended to other countries like Fu Jianzhi’s did.

On the live show, after Xia Wanwan appeared, she took special care of the other guests, and everyone liked her.

Her appearance was very endearing, with no aggressiveness—pretty but not overly so, just right for the audience’s taste.

Although she didn’t get much screen time, whenever the camera showed her, she was always helping other guests, cutting or washing vegetables. Her enthusiasm and attentiveness kept increasing her likability among viewers.

In Zhou Jian’s eyes, Xia Wanwan was a “green tea b*tch” who had altered her face to look like his sister’s and stolen her man. Watching so many people adore Xia Wanwan infuriated Zhou Jian.

He had initially planned to hire online trolls to defame Xia Wanwan, but after listening to Mu Ruo, he gave up the idea.

Hiring trolls would cost tens of thousands of yuan. Instead, he decided to save the money and perhaps send it to Zeng Xiaoyue’s parents, who were ill.

Zhou Jian sighed: “Ruo Ruo, you suddenly went into acting, but you haven’t even made a mark yet, and Xia Wanwan has already become famous. You can’t compete with her for men or career…”

Feeling frustrated for Mu Ruo, Zhou Jian expressed his distress.

Mu Ruo felt a pang in her heart but remained defiant: “What do you know!”

Without the protagonist’s halo, as a character all the readers hated, Mu Ruo had done pretty well so far, right?

Mu Ruo was about to explode, tossing her phone aside and lying on her pillow in frustration.

When Fu Jianzhi came out of the bathroom, he saw the young girl wearing an off-white, palace-style nightgown, angrily pounding the pillow.

Fu Jianzhi said calmly: “This is my bed. Are you going to break it?”

Mu Ruo replied: “No, I’m just giving it a massage.”

One couldn’t afford to offend the big boss.

Not even the big boss’s bed.

Fu Jianzhi got into bed and turned off the bedside lamp.

The room fell into darkness.

Mu Ruo instinctively moved to the edge of the bed, as she always ended up crowding Fu Jianzhi during the night. She thought she should give him more space.

Just then, she felt his large hand on her shoulder.

Mu Ruo felt a strange sensation, like being lightly brushed by a feather.

Before she could react, she felt a kiss on her cheek.

Mu Ruo was speechless.

She suddenly remembered Fu Jianzhi’s “ten times” remark.

Indeed, Fu Jianzhi never let a slight go unpunished.

Mu Ruo sighed inwardly, realizing that someone who never tolerated even the smallest loss could indeed be worth billions.

If she had that kind of ability, she would have won an Oscar by now.

In the darkness, she inhaled the steady, sharp woody fragrance from him and slowly closed her eyes.