The assistant couldn’t fathom the deeper meaning behind the name, but a competent subordinate knew to suppress their curiosity. He nodded professionally and turned to leave.
Fu Yanli called him back. “Once Shixu is established, sign an artist named Jiang Shunnian. His contract with his current company is about to expire. Give him the highest-level contract—draft it and bring it to me for review.”
He paused there, his voice softening with tenderness. “He’s my future partner. Treat him with the utmost respect.”
The assistant’s eyes widened slightly in shock. Mr. Fu is only twenty-six—already settling down with a partner? And a man, no less?
Having risen to become Fu Yanli’s assistant at such a young age, the man excelled at reading the room. He immediately replied, “Congratulations, Mr. Fu. You and Mr. Jiang are a perfect match.”
Fu Yanli’s dark golden eyes rippled with amusement. “Thank you. Once this is handled, go to finance and collect your bonus.”
“Yes, Mr. Fu. Wishing you and your husband a lifetime of happiness.”
The assistant beamed, but quickly realized—was Mr. Fu just flaunting his relationship?
Love really does make people blind.
After the assistant left, Fu Yanli pulled out his phone. He saved Jiang Shunnian’s number as “Future Boyfriend,” then scrolled further to find a contact with connections in the entertainment industry. He made the call.
Jiang Shunnian had no idea he’d just been crowned the future Mrs. Fu. At that moment, he was mentally rehearsing arguments for tomorrow’s showdown.
That evening, he carefully reapplied the ointment, hoping for a quicker recovery.
From childhood onward, Jiang Shunnian had always taken care of himself—and he figured he’d done a damn good job of it.
Youth had its advantages. After another full night’s sleep, his body had mostly healed.
After breakfast, he headed to the company to settle scores with Zhang Yuan and bring up terminating his contract.
He demanded answers for what happened the night before.
Jiang Shunnian had considered taking the subway, but the hard plastic seats made him think better of it—for his ass’s sake. He hailed a cab instead.
He can reimburse the fare too.
The company was in a remote spot, tucked into an old office building. When Jiang Shunnian arrived, Zhang Yuan was right there.
The moment he saw Jiang Shunnian, Zhang Yuan played the victim first. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused us?”
Jiang Shunnian nearly laughed from sheer rage. “You’ve got some nerve! When we signed the contract, I made it clear—no drinking with clients, no sleeping my way up. You agreed! Have you no shame? I’m telling you, give me an explanation today, or I’ll call the cops and sue you for using illegal drugs.”
“Go ahead and report it—what evidence do you have?” Zhang Yuan was utterly fearless on that front. “Listen up, Jiang Shunnian. You’ve got two choices: come with me to apologize to that gentleman and let him have his way with you, or wait for us to blacklist you across the entire internet.”
Jiang Shunnian froze, disbelief crashing over him. “What did you say? On what grounds can you blacklist me?”
“That’s how the world works—law of the jungle.” Zhang Yuan finally straightened up, a smug grin on his face. “That gentleman can cover the skies over the entertainment industry with one hand. Dealing with a background-less orphan like you? Piece of cake.”
Jiang Shunnian had known Zhang Yuan for two years; he knew the man wasn’t bluffing.
Rage boiled over, hot and furious. He wanted to storm off and confront that so-called bigshot himself, but deep down, he knew this was par for the course in the industry. He’d faced directors hinting at bed-for-role deals before, but back then, a simple refusal sufficed—there were plenty of acting gigs, and with solid skills, good roles always came along from legit crews.
This was just disgusting. Utterly revolting. But submit? No chance in hell.
He gritted his teeth. “Fine. I’ll quit the industry!”
Zhang Yuan hadn’t expected such resolve. He tried to persuade him. “Why so hot-headed at your age? That gentleman has refined tastes—it won’t hurt too much. You’re on the verge of blowing up. Really willing to throw it all away?”
Jiang Shunnian let out a cold chuckle. “Cut the fake concern. Where’s the termination contract? Hand it over—I’ll sign and get out.”
“If you’re that set on it, we need to tally up the damages you’re on the hook for.” Zhang Yuan smirked. “The contract has a clause against causing company losses due to personal reasons. That bigshot from last night was pissed— he’s already pulled several of our partnerships. You’ll owe at least a million.”
As Jiang Shunnian’s agent, Zhang Yuan knew his finances inside out. The kid lived frugally, mooching box lunches from the company or sets—maybe seventy grand in savings. A million? Impossible.
Jiang Shunnian’s fury peaked, leaving him eerily calm. Before heading out, he’d slipped a watermelon knife into his pocket—not for offense, just self-defense in case Zhang Yuan tried anything else.
Now, he whipped it out, flicked off the sheath, and said coolly, “Then let’s go down together. Zhang Yuan, is your life worth a million?”
An orphan surviving to adulthood wasn’t easy. Jiang Shunnian might seem mild-tempered, but he had a ruthless streak—a classic case of nothing to lose, ready to go all out.
Zhang Yuan paled, spooked. He knew Jiang Shunnian was dead serious. That was one reason he’d never confronted the kid head-on—afraid he’d snap and slash him.
Right then, the company boss pushed through the door. He jolted at the sight of the knife.
His face was grim. He’d just gotten a call from a major investor: they’d pissed off Jiang Shunnian. If they couldn’t earn his forgiveness, the company was cut off from all entertainment resources henceforth. Figure it out.
The investor’s backing was ironclad—no room for doubt. But when did Jiang Shunnian snag such a powerhouse connection?
Head throbbing, the boss rushed to smooth things over. “Alright, alright, what’s all this? Shunnian, put the knife away. You’ve got your whole youth ahead—gonna throw it away like this? Not worth it. What happened the night before was our fault. I apologize. Name your compensation—whatever you want. I’ve had the termination contract drafted; it’ll be ready any minute. You can walk free today, no penalties.”
The sudden turnaround felt surreal to Jiang Shunnian. He’d braced for bloodshed to escape smoothly.
He parsed the boss’s words, thought it over, and said, “Then I want ten thousand in compensation, plus my cab fare here, and fifty for meds.”
The boss had steeled himself for a massive demand—ready to grit his teeth as long as it wasn’t outrageous. But ten thousand and pocket change?
Meds? Did he get his stomach pumped?
“Fine, twenty thousand.” The boss agreed readily.
Jiang Shunnian finally cracked a smile. Boss ain’t half bad.
Staff from artist management soon brought the termination contract. Jiang Shunnian scrutinized it for traps, then signed.
After he left, Zhang Yuan asked the boss, “Why let him go so easy?”
“No choice—he’s got backing.” The boss eyed Zhang Yuan’s plain, sleazy mug. “Can’t you vet a mark’s background before pimping them out? Next time, you’re fired.”
Zhang Yuan blinked. Backing? Never heard that.
The boss called the investor back, assuring him they’d terminated with Jiang Shunnian and offered compensation to his satisfaction.
Mastered the art of diplomacy.
The investor promptly relayed to Fu Yanli: all handled.
He even joked, “Going the typical CEO route, keeping a little star? I looked into the kid—he doesn’t do the unspoken rules game. Otherwise, with his skills and looks, he’d be huge by now.”
Fu Yanli’s tone grew solemn. “Not keeping. Future partner.”
The Fu family was notorious for deep, unwavering devotion. Jiang Shunnian’s looks and personality matched Fu Yanli’s ideal partner perfectly, so he’d pursue earnestly and lock it down soon.
“He’s a guy—gonna leave the family line hanging? Fu’s are one-and-only heirs. Your parents okay with that?”
“They can’t interfere.” Fu Yanli stated with certainty.
Their tie was just business partners who occasionally golfed together—no grounds for prying. After a blessing, the call ended.
But Fu Yanli saw the point. If he’d chosen Jiang Shunnian, no grievances allowed.
So he dialed Shen Lingyi.
Her tone dripped faux drama. “Oh, who’s this? Been so long, I barely remember.”
“Mom, I have news: I’ve met my life partner. His name’s Jiang Shunnian, a male actor. I’m pursuing him—he’s rejected me once already.” Fu Yanli laid it out. “I hope you won’t judge him for being a man. If you have issues, talk to me. Don’t approach him.”
Shen Lingyi was stunned. The Fu family never meddled in juniors’ love lives, but her straight-as-an-arrow son had bent? With Fu Yanli’s stubborn streak, no backing down—so goodbye future grandkids?
But she latched onto the key: rejected? Someone turned down her son? Curiosity sparked for this Jiang Shunnian.
Fu Yanli had always been independent, with scary OCD. Since age three, Shen Lingyi couldn’t meddle much—and now this formal heads-up.
No interference possible? Might as well agree outright, spare the hassle.
“Fine, handle it your way. Chase him down and bring him to meet me sometime.”
“Got it. Thanks for the support, Mom. Please tell Dad too.”
“Sure.”
Jiang Shunnian left grinning, termination contract and twenty grand in hand. Just outside the door, his phone pinged—a text from Fu Yanli: Worried they’d hassle you with the contract, so I pulled strings with them. Just got word you terminated successfully and got compensated. All good?
Jiang Shunnian stared at the screen, suddenly doubting his literacy. So today’s smooth exit wasn’t the knife scaring them—it was Fu Yanli helping him?
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