After Transmigrating into the Main Shou, I Topped the Paranoid Big Shot 77

Chapter 77

A few days later, Zong Mo moved back to the villa, which was now under his name, and brazenly moved into Ruan Chi’s master bedroom.
He also acted as a human soothing agent when Ruan Chi was in a rage at work.
Zong Mo still had too many things he wanted to do after falling in love listed in his notepad.
But besides eating in a private room, going to the seaside in the early morning, or taking a walk in a secluded place, they couldn’t be as intimate as an ordinary couple in public.
Unless they both came out.
Zong Mo no longer kept his thoughts to himself and asked directly, “CEO Ruan, if we come out publicly, what impact will it have on us?”
Ruan Chi rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand and said, “It will cause you to be unable to film many dramas, such as various romance dramas. And variety shows like Field Diary, which are rated 15+, will also avoid inviting guests from sexual minority groups.”
Zong Mo let out a “mm.” He thought to himself, even though the general environment in this world is much more tolerant, and same-sex marriage is legal, public figures generally do not expose their minority sexual orientation to avoid affecting their future career development.
“You’re still in the rising period of your career. You’re only twenty-two,” Ruan Chi said.
Zong Mo understood. Ruan Chi was planning for his future.
When he had just transmigrated, he hadn’t wanted to live off his sponsor, nor did he want to latch onto the film emperor. He had wanted to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry with his own abilities.
Although in the end, he had ended up eating soft rice that he couldn’t finish in several lifetimes, he was still hesitating between love and career. Ruan Chi had already made a choice for him, choosing the latter.
Perhaps, this was also a form of respect for him.
Zong Mo temporarily put this matter aside and said, “It’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. Shall we go to the lantern festival together?”

This time, they were going to a crowded place to stroll. The two of them inevitably had to disguise themselves. Their clothes were loose-fitting to hide their figures, and they also wore hats and masks, a thorough precaution.
The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder. Their swinging hands would occasionally touch but never held. It was to prevent being secretly photographed and also to avoid suspicion.
The risk of being exposed was also high in a crowded place, but the dense crowd was also a cover.
The passersby were immersed in the festive atmosphere. There were also many young men and women with outstanding figures on the street. They would occasionally receive a few sizing-up gazes, but fortunately, no one had recognized them.
Above their heads were golden-yellow, ancient-style lanterns, creating a warm and hazy atmosphere in the dark night.
This strong light and shadow always made deep features look even more superior. Unfortunately, they were wearing masks. Zong Mo was not discouraged and said, “Let me take a picture of you.”
Ruan Chi stood still and looked over cooperatively.
Zong Mo still felt it wasn’t enough. He looked around and set his sights on a lantern stall next to them. He immediately trotted over, picked a small rabbit lantern, and came back to hand it to Ruan Chi, “This lantern is so cute. Can you hold it?”
Ruan Chi: …
Zong Mo didn’t believe Ruan Chi wouldn’t take it. He had worn women’s clothing so many times to please Ruan Chi. What was it for an overbearing CEO to hold a small rabbit lantern now!
Ruan Chi looked at the person before him, then at the small rabbit lantern, and felt there was a certain similarity. The black bean-like eyes, the upturned corners of the mouth, a hint of silliness in the cuteness.
He took the lantern and cooperated with the photo.
After taking the photo, the two of them continued to walk and stroll around.
They happened to reach the end of the market, a corner with a wall full of lanterns.
Ruan Chi spoke, “Take off your mask.”
Zong Mo looked around. This corner was reasonably secluded, but there was still an angle facing the bustling market.
He took off his mask in confusion. Ruan Chi’s movement was consistent with his, and even faster. Before he could react, he had kissed him.
And the rabbit lantern in his hand was held up just right, blocking the side of their faces facing the market.
Zong Mo: ?
The rabbit lantern, so close, was a little dazzling. He could only close his eyes and purely feel with his sense of touch.
A moment later, he put on his mask before asking, “Why did you suddenly kiss me?”
“I just wanted to kiss you.”
Zong Mo: …
“Then why did you block it?”
“Because there are paparazzi.”
Zong Mo was startled and immediately looked at the bustling street. He only saw a crowd of people coming and going, all looking like tourists visiting the lantern festival. There was nothing unusual.
Since Ruan Chi said there were paparazzi, then there must be!
He had discovered that his CEO Ruan was getting more and more fond of a little excitement, playing with his heartbeat.
Because of this little excitement, his heartbeat had quickened for a moment.

The paparazzo hiding in the crowd was checking the photo he had just taken.
The light and shadow flowed, the crowd came and went, weaving a heart-stirring illusion. And between the illusions, the two in the distance were suddenly still, detached from this bustling world. They were the protagonists of their own world.
The two of them faced each other, close, but suddenly raised the lantern to block their faces, leaving a thought-provoking blank space.
No matter how you looked at it, it was very wrong, very much like the stream-of-consciousness technique of a faked kiss scene.
These two were definitely for real. But although they, as paparazzi, were not moral, they also valued solid proof.
This level of photo was not enough. The paparazzo unwillingly continued to follow.
The two of them suddenly stopped.
The paparazzo was startled, thinking he had been discovered.
But neither of them looked back, just turned to look at each other.
Then, with a tacit understanding, they pulled down their masks, lightly touched their lips, and then continued to walk as if nothing had happened.
Paparazzo: …?
Because he was too shocked, he even forgot to press the shutter.
Fuck!
The unwilling paparazzo immediately chased after them.

Their fingertips had brushed past each other countless times, making one’s heart itch. Zong Mo simply held Ruan Chi’s hand. He had intended to hold it for a moment and then let go, but he was immediately held back.
Ruan Chi asked, “Aren’t you afraid of being photographed?”
“Even if we are, the paparazzi will come to you to sell the photos first, right?” Zong Mo shamelessly ate soft rice. “This is what you told me. Hmm… but I also don’t want you to waste this money.”
“Although coming out will cause me to be unable to film many dramas, my acting is quite average anyway… I don’t want to film romance dramas with others anymore.”
Even if he didn’t film at all, it didn’t seem to matter.
He was now a person with assets of over a hundred million!
Who wouldn’t praise him as the most promising golden canary in history?
“Will it affect you, CEO Ruan?” Zong Mo guessed. “If you come out, will it cause the company’s stock price to plummet or something?”
Ruan Chi looked at him in silence for a long time.
“Let’s go on a boat to admire the moon.”
Zong Mo didn’t know why but was full of anticipation as he let Ruan Chi pull him onto a boat.
The large wooden boat, which could accommodate dozens of people, was of course chartered by a certain person. The two of them finally found a quiet place in the lively atmosphere.
The shore was full of festive lanterns. The lake surface was quiet and deep, dotted with the lights of a few boats, avoiding the brilliance of the full moon in the night sky.

Since they were already far from the crowd, Zong Mo took off his mask with peace of mind and asked, “Did we shake off the paparazzi?”
Ruan Chi: “No.”
Zong Mo nervously looked around at the sound of his voice but couldn’t see where the paparazzi were hiding in the dark corners. His eyes were still searching, but his body was suddenly pulled into a firm embrace.
“Anyway, we’ve already been photographed,” Ruan Chi said.
Zong Mo: ?
Right. Anyway, he had to buy the photos from the paparazzi. Buying one was buying, buying a few more was also buying.
The two of them simply went all out and kissed while embracing.
Paparazzo: ?
Because he was too shocked, he had repeatedly failed in his duty and forgotten to press the shutter at the first moment.
Fortunately, after he came to his senses, there was still enough time for him to take several photos in a row.
It was just that the number of photos had already exceeded the task. Why hadn’t these two finished kissing yet?
The paparazzo silently switched his DSLR camera to video mode and started recording.
…His hands were numb.

The paparazzo returned to the studio with great excitement to show off his achievement, “I got solid proof. Photos of Zong Mo and Ruan Chi kissing, and a video.”
Immediately, a group of people gathered around, chattering.
“Let me see, let me see??”
“Ahhh, I told you they were for real!”
“Can I keep a backup copy!?”
The boss chased everyone away, lamented, and instructed a few employees, “This is a big story. All the media outlets will be fighting for it. You guys go and ask a few media outlets what price they can offer. Just ask, don’t agree yet.”
Then he said to the great hero of this time, the little paparazzo, “You go and contact Ruan Chi directly, ask him if he wants to buy it out, probe his tone, and then talk about the price with him after the media outlets have given their offers. He is the current head of the Qinghai Group. We can definitely make a big profit.”
The paparazzo, shouldering the hopes of the entire studio, finally got Ruan Chi’s WeChat after several twists and turns.
Then he went straight to the point and sent a message: [The Mid-Autumn Festival lantern festival the day before yesterday, we took photos of you and Zong Mo.]
Ruan Chi was concise: [Let me see.]
Of course, he needed to prove himself. The paparazzo sent over a low-resolution kissing photo.
Even though the photo was blurry and the lighting was not very good, the identities of the two people could be clearly distinguished.
Ruan Chi: [Send me all the original files. Only then can I decide whether to buy.]
Paparazzo: …?
He cautiously sought help from his boss and got an affirmative answer. Only then did he send the original files to Ruan Chi.
The boss happened to say to him, “A media outlet has already offered a buyout price of ten million. How about this? You just quote Ruan Chi thirty million. He will buy it.”

Ruan Chi, on the other hand, was seriously looking through the photos.
This paparazzo had been targeting him and Zong Mo not long after they had arrived at the lantern festival. He had been following them and taking pictures of their backs, which were not very good. The photo where they had blocked their faces with the rabbit lantern was not bad, with an ambiguous, hazy feel.
Ruan Chi saved this photo.
As for the photos of them at the end, standing on the bow of the boat, embracing without any cover…
This paparazzo had been secretly taking pictures from the shore, at a very far distance. Not to mention the photos were blurry, the angle was also dull and uninteresting. His photography skills were quite worrying. Besides being used for an exposé, they were useless.
He had specially stood still for more than ten minutes to let the paparazzo take good pictures, and he had handed him photos of this level?
After quickly checking the photos, Ruan Chi replied to the paparazzo: [The shots are too terrible. Not buying.]
Paparazzo: ?
And the “thirty million” in his input box, which held the hopes of the entire studio and had not yet been sent, instantly became a string of worthless data symbols.