After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 20

Chapter 20

At the door of Zong Mo’s room, Ruan Chi hung up the phone and looked coldly at the person walking towards him.
“Shall we talk inside?” Lu Bo said.
Ruan Chi didn’t answer, just walked straight into the room.
“Don’t sit on the bed,” Ruan Chi said, occupying the only chair in the room with the posture of a big shot. Only then did he ask, “Why did you touch my things?”

Lu Bo remained standing, his tone helpless. “You’re still exactly the same as when you were a child.”
Ruan Chi propped his cheek on one hand, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. “Hmm?”

The Ruan family had a young master who was particularly cute and exceptionally pitiful. His parents had died early in a car accident, and his grandfather was busy with work, so he lived with his two uncles and several cousins year-round.
He was clearly living in his own home, yet he was like an outsider.
Once, among his three sons, the Old Master’s favorite was the youngest son. Even though he had raised the child into a simple and sweet person who knew nothing of the world, he still liked him. He threw a pile of shares at the couple, allowing them to collect interest at home every year without doing anything. Their only job was to please the Old Master.
What the Old Master probably liked was his youngest son’s pure and kind nature, which was free of ambition despite being born into a wealthy family. Naturally, his love extended to his only son, especially after the youngest son’s death.

At first glance, Ruan Chi was very much like his father.
The subtle suppression from his two uncles was so masterful that outsiders couldn’t see any sign of it, and neither could the busy Old Master.
Ruan Chi didn’t know how to play pitiful at all, like a pure and harmless little angel who didn’t even know how to complain when he was wronged.
Until his distant cousin came to visit the Ruan family.

He was very curious about his cousin, who was only a year younger than him. And his cousin was cheerful and loved to laugh, and liked to show him his toy collection.
But he discovered that his cousin’s toys were tattered and broken, yet he still smiled innocently and brightly. The food he ate was also meager. When the Old Master wasn’t home, he didn’t even eat at the dining table.
The servants wouldn’t force him to come downstairs to eat, just send the food to his room.
Lu Bo watched his cousin eat alone absentmindedly, feeling a little heartbroken, and naturally felt a sense of compassion.
He took his cousin to the amusement park, treated him to a lot of delicious food, and even took care of him a few times when he was sick.
And then, began a years-long entanglement.

The young Lu Bo didn’t understand much. It was only after he grew up that he realized with hindsight that Ruan Chi didn’t like or rely on him, but wanted to turn him into his own toy.
Moreover, Ruan Chi wasn’t being bullied by his cousins at all. On the contrary, he was the one who paid people to bully others.
His cousins’ attitude towards Ruan Chi was terrible, but Ruan Chi didn’t care, truly didn’t care. When his cousins were fierce to him, it wasn’t because they were bullying him, but because they were afraid of him.
Lashing out fiercely, a common way for children to express fear.
The former Lu Bo was too naive. Fortunately, he woke up in time. On the other hand, it was also because Ruan Chi saw through his nature and lost interest.
But he never expected that Ruan Chi would actually find such a perfectly suitable toy.
Anyone who dared to get close to Ruan Chi and show kindness would be unilaterally regarded as his property.
Even without considering his direct contact with Zong Mo, Lu Bo could guess his character from Ruan Chi’s choice.

Lu Bo asked helplessly, “Do you have to drive away everyone who is willing to be good to you?”
“Tsk, as if you’ve ever been good to me,” Ruan Chi was impatient, his tone unfriendly. “Hypocritical.”
Lu Bo, on the other hand, spoke his attack gently, “Zong Mo is very pure. He needs to know these things.”
“Hmm~ you’re going to tell him? So what?”
Lu Bo couldn’t tell if Ruan Chi was being stubborn, crazy, or overly confident in himself.
“Mm, I will tell him.”
“Tsk, whatever you want,” Ruan Chi said nonchalantly. “He won’t believe you anyway.”
Lu Bo couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re that confident?”
“He has to listen to me. As long as I say he’s not allowed to believe it, he’s not allowed to believe it.”
Lu Bo: …

Ruan Chi propped his chin and smiled, unrestrained. “Because I am his sponsor.”
“Ruan Chi,” Lu Bo said seriously, “you can’t control a person for a lifetime with threats.”
“How do you know I only threaten him?” Ruan Chi retorted.
Lu Bo: ?
Besides threats, there was also inducement. That’s right, inducement.
As expected, Ruan Chi said, “We get along very well in bed.”

Little Wan, who had been left in the hallway, tried knocking on his own door.
“It’s me, Brother Zong.”
“Is it just you, Little Wan?”
“Mm.”
The peephole flashed. The door opened backwards. Little Wan and Zong Mo, whose face was as white as paper, looked at each other speechlessly.
His Brother Zong was indeed scared badly.

A while later, the door of room 2233, where only Ruan Chi remained, was also knocked on.
An Lan said with a panicked face, “CEO Ruan, Zong Mo fainted.”
Ruan Chi, seeing the person, still didn’t believe it. He asked, “Is he faking it?”
“He really fainted, CEO Ruan,” An Lan walked forward, calling out to Zong Mo, “Zong Mo, wake up, CEO Ruan is here.”
Zong Mo was startled awake. But his head was too painful and heavy. The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils trembled twice, and then he fainted again.
Little Wan was also worried and guessed, “Was Brother Zong scared?”
Ruan Chi: ?
An Lan: “You, say a few words less.”

An Lan continued, “It was below zero today. Zong Mo was running around outside for several hours in just one or two layers of clothing. He was fine until dinner, but then he suddenly fell ill.”
She also felt that a part of it was from being scared.
Ruan Chi went forward to check. He was covered in sweat, but his skin was cold to the touch. Sweating so much cold sweat, it seemed more serious than a fever. It couldn’t be solved by just stuffing him with some fever medicine.
Ruan Chi said, “Let’s go to the hospital.”
An Lan immediately replied, “Okay, then I’ll call room service?”
But Ruan Chi retorted, “Call what room service?”
An Lan was sure that neither she nor Little Wan could carry Zong Mo. If the two of them carried him like a sack of potatoes, it would be unseemly. After all, no matter how much of a nobody Zong Mo was, he was still a public figure. It wouldn’t be good if he was photographed.

Ruan Chi didn’t let her hesitate for long before he made a move. He bent down, extended his arms, scooped up the person on the bed, and gently pressed the back of his head, hiding most of Zong Mo’s face in the crook of his own neck. Only then did he say:
“Let’s go. You go check out. Little Wan, you go get the car.”
Little Wan, who had only met his boss a few times, quickly replied “Okay” and ran out. As a manager who had always been decisive, An Lan, however, stood there stunned for a moment longer.

Zong Mo woke up and first saw Ruan Chi lying beside him.
White quilt and pillows. He thought he was still in the hotel. It was only when he moved that he found his hand was restrained. Following it with his eyes, he saw a hanging IV drip.
He looked around and with difficulty recognized that this was a hospital.
A double bed, a large south-facing window with excellent lighting. He knew that space in a hospital was precious. It was common for a ward to be packed with several patients, but this ward was unusually large and empty. There was even a row of pleasant green plants by the window.
Such a high-end hospital. He felt he was out of his league.

He moved the quilt a little, and Ruan Chi woke up.
Zong Mo asked with some suspicion, “CEO Ruan, is this a hospital?”
“Can’t you tell it’s a hospital at a glance?”
Zong Mo: …Fine!
“Are we back in City A?” Could a remote place like City L have such a hospital?
“City T,” Ruan Chi said. “Little Wan drove for three hours overnight.”
Zong Mo: …
He still remembered fainting in the hotel.
“Why didn’t we just find a hospital in City L? What if something happened to me in the car?”
“There are no reliable hospitals nearby. You’re fine now,” Ruan Chi said, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, beckoning, “Come here, let me see.”
Zong Mo tried to move closer, resting his head on Ruan Chi’s lap.
Ruan Chi held his hand with the IV drip in his palm, looked it over for a while, and sighed above his head. “Zong Mo, why are you always getting sick, hmm?”
Zong Mo: …This.
You really have the nerve to ask.
And these words sounded like asking: Why does a good toy break just like that?

Zong Mo struggled a little and said, “You holding me like this, it’s as if I’m dead.”
“That’s good too. If you’re dead, you won’t run around.”
Zong Mo: ?
Is his CEO Ruan serious?
Ruan Chi added, “I see your body can’t take it. Why don’t you stop filming? It’s not like you’re earning much anyway.”
Zong Mo: …

“It’s because it’s cold and windy in winter, and I’m always flying around to different locations, that’s why I got sick.”
And from being scared.
Zong Mo tried his best to hint to CEO Ruan that he still wanted to continue filming, but hoped he would torment him a little less.
“Mm.” Ruan Chi was really thinking seriously. After a long while.
“From now on, just film in City A.”
Zong Mo: …That works too.
The fate of a bird in a cage was unavoidable. At least City A was quite big. He didn’t really want to fly around in the sky anymore; he had developed some psychological trauma.

After a while, Ruan Chi finally sent a message for An Lan and Little Wan to come over.
As soon as An Lan arrived, she said, “CEO Ruan, you’re finally awake. Zong Mo is still being scolded on Weibo.”
Ruan Chi got out of bed and looked at An Lan’s phone.
Zong Mo: ?
What scolding? Why am I being scolded?
He didn’t dare to ask, nor did he dare to look himself.

Ruan Chi took matters into his own hands, picked up Zong Mo’s phone from the bedside table, and said, “Lie down properly. Close your eyes.”
The current Zong Mo was like a piece of sick meat at the mercy of others.
After Ruan Chi took the photo, he said to An Lan, “Post it on Weibo. You guys think of a caption.”
“CEO Ruan, are you trying to sell a sob story with a sick photo?” An Lan said disapprovingly. “Although it is indeed quite pitiful, probably no one will believe it, and they might even scold him more fiercely.”
Ruan Chi: “Think of a caption.”
An Lan: …

Under Zong Mo’s eyelids, his Weibo finally had a team managing it.
A team, barely.
In the end, it was Little Wan who came up with the caption, finally avoiding the risk of being fired for not knowing how to speak:
[First day after wrapping up [Crying]]
Attached picture: A photo of a sick beauty lying on a snow-white hospital bed. His face was pale and without makeup, still handsome, and even more like Yu Chi from the movie.
Clever. It didn’t directly sell a sob story and seem deliberate. Instead, it used one sentence to simply explain the cause and effect. Cause: filming. Result: collapsed from exhaustion.
It showed his dedication to his work and also explained why he was eating with Lu Bo last night.

As expected, such a vague sentence sparked a wider discussion. Besides those who scolded him for being an unclean nobody who was leeching off others, there were also more speculations about Lu Bo’s new drama.
[Teacher Lu is just having a meal with his crew colleagues. Looking forward to Lu Bo as the lead!]
For a film emperor to lower himself to film a low-budget movie, it would be unreasonable if he wasn’t the lead.
If his fans were to find out the truth, that Lu Bo was just making a friendly cameo, and his few scenes were only to support the male lead…
At that time, Zong Mo would definitely have to endure another, more vicious round of scolding. Although being infamous was also a kind of fame, after seeing Zong Mo’s dedication on set with her own eyes, An Lan couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.

Zong Mo also got his phone and was looking at it.
[If you’re going to put on a show, at least make it realistic. Don’t just take the photo in a studio, okay?]
Zong Mo: …
Although he also didn’t quite believe this was a hospital, he was truly wronged.
An Lan said helplessly, “This hospital really doesn’t look like a hospital.”
Ruan Chi, on the other hand, was frowning and scrolling through his own phone, not understanding for a moment why a person like Lu Bo, who never did anything without profit, would rush to send him free publicity.
Not only was he entangling with his person online, but he was also getting handsy in real life. Truly audacious.
Ruan Chi put down his phone and said nonchalantly, “The film emperor’s publicity is free. It would be a waste not to leech off it.”