The Overbearing CEO Is Driven Mad by His Frail Canary 9

Chapter 9

Ji Yang glanced at his watch; it was exactly 8:00 am.

He reached out and pressed the villa’s doorbell.

While waiting for the door to open, Ji Yang adjusted his tie, giving the servant who opened the door a standard smile.

Then he stumbled inside.

Ji Yang had been shocked when he searched for Yu Corp’s news a few days ago. Large and small chain enterprises spanning various fields, covering most industries in City A.

This backer was a bit too powerful.

Ji Yang had originally held onto a sliver of hope that “they might be in a normal relationship,” but after seeing Yu Congyan’s background, he completely abandoned the idea.

Yu Congyan was a self-made man, having struggled for years in a branch company under pressure from his elder brother, finally becoming the sole heir in the eyes of the public and his father. He was the epitome of a typical Long Aotian protagonist.

Such a powerful CEO wouldn’t be foolish enough to suddenly become lovesick.

“We’ve arrived. Please have a seat in the living room, Mr. Xia should still be in his bedroom. I’ll go and get him.” The housekeeper’s words were tactful. He also served Ji Yang a cup of tea at just the right temperature.

In reality, Xia Wansheng was probably still asleep.

Ji Yang was all too familiar with this.

Xia Wansheng was always prone to insomnia with the slightest noise or disturbance, and then he couldn’t get up in the morning. He would often catch up on sleep in the car. Once, he was even photographed in a bad mood during an event, and it took several PR articles to suppress the news.

Could it be that he was…too exhausted to get up this time?

Ji Yang abruptly stood up, suppressing his imagined drama of a delicate, tearful Xia Wansheng, and said gravely, “I’ll go.”

If there really was a problem, he could call the police on the spot.

Although Housekeeper Zhang couldn’t understand why this person suddenly became so righteous, as an excellent housekeeper, he dutifully led the tense Ji Yang all the way to the master bedroom door, specifically instructing: “This is Mr. Yu’s bedroom. If you need anything, you can call me for help.”

The implication was not to touch anything in the bedroom, as he wouldn’t be able to explain it to Young Master Yu if anything was broken.

Ji Yang, having been in the entertainment industry for many years, was reasonably clever and understood the hidden meaning. He nodded in agreement and reached for the doorknob.

At the same time, he tried to conceal his panic.

This was the master bedroom, the CEO’s own bedroom.

If he had still harbored any illusions that they were just roommates, now he wanted to pull out the “Criminal Law” from his briefcase and read it aloud to Xia Wansheng several times.

Such a good kid, how did he go astray?

Ji Yang regretted not finding a way to contact Xia Wansheng earlier. If he could have been there to advise him, perhaps he wouldn’t have taken such a risky, crooked path.

Having read countless books, Ji Yang’s mind was filled with unbroadcastable forced love dramas.

The cold CEO, lost in passion one night, heartlessly falls asleep, leaving the lovestruck person tossing and turning alone in the darkness, wanting to get closer but ultimately not daring to reach out.

Then, with trembling hands, Ji Yang pushed open the door and saw Xia Wansheng sprawled out in the middle of the oversized bed, even turning over carelessly in his sleep.

Ji Yang, who had already imagined a heartbreaking scene: ???

Was he hallucinating?

Housekeeper Zhang, ever professional, closed the door behind him.

Ji Yang pulled over a chair by the bed and sat down like he was visiting a patient, looking at the person in front of him in a daze, “You… what’s your relationship with him?”

He had imagined many scenarios before coming here, assuming a naive young man had been seduced by the CEO’s sweet words, only realizing his regret after being used, and then seeking his help.

But now he saw Xia Wansheng occupying the master bedroom’s bed, sleeping soundly without a care in the world.

This nonchalant attitude made Ji Yang feel uneasy.

Could it be that Xia Wansheng had fallen out of favor before even being properly favored? Had he been discarded for constantly defying the CEO?

Xia Wansheng, lying in bed, was having a wonderful dream. He was just about to be praised by his boss at the annual meeting, with the whole company watching as he was offered a promotion and a raise, when he was woken by the voice beside the bed.

Xia Wansheng rubbed his eyes discontentedly and sat up, staring at the person beside him for a long while before realizing this must be Xia Wansheng’s agent mentioned in the book.

Ji Yang, the chief agent of Star Entertainment, although not the one with the best resources, had always been dedicated to Xia Wansheng and his team. He had invested almost all his resources in Xia Wansheng in the early stages, but the returns were meager. In the end, he was even backstabbed by the original owner, who blamed him for his own scandalous affair.

Despite other artists helping Ji Yang clarify, his career plummeted after that incident, never to recover.

At this moment, Ji Yang was looking at him with an expression of utter heartbreak, making Xia Wansheng feel a bit apprehensive.

Xia Wansheng gulped: “Um… I didn’t hear you clearly just now, Brother Yang, what did you say?”

Ji Yang struggled to speak: “Wansheng, you can’t ruin your career with a moment of foolishness! Even if CEO Yu fancies you now, can he be with you forever? What about your future? When the hype dies down and you try to make a comeback, the public will have forgotten who you are!”

Ji Yang imagined a future where Xia Wansheng was ruthlessly discarded by the CEO, kneeling and crying helplessly outside the mansion gates on a stormy night.

The thought made him feel a surge of sadness. Ji Yang vowed to steer Xia Wansheng back on the right path today.

Xia Wansheng looked puzzled: “Brother Yang, didn’t you come here to discuss my career?”

Yu Congyan hadn’t shown any intention of shelving him. He even took a taxi to have dinner with the villain last time.

Although he didn’t get to eat much in the end.

Ignoring these details, Ji Yang reached for the thick “Criminal Law” book he had brought in his briefcase, ready to tremblingly open it and read it aloud page by page until the person across from him changed his mind.

Xia Wansheng: “Master, please don’t chant. And why are we discussing work in Yu Congyan’s bedroom?”

It gave him a sense of unreality, like being in a CEO romance drama. The CEO wakes up from his 800-square-meter bed, taking two hours to roll to the edge.

Ji Yang became even more exasperated: “Don’t change the subject. Tell me honestly, what is your relationship with him?!”

Ji Yang stared intently at the still somewhat confused Xia Wansheng, determined that if he said “we’re in love” in the next second, he would throw the brick-like book in his hand at his head.

Lovesick fools deserved a good knock on the head.

Xia Wansheng had a bad feeling, but he still asked tentatively: “Caretaker and canary?”

In a way, it was true. The original owner could even compose and sing, which fit the setting even better.

Ji Yang ignored his sudden sense of humor and sighed, putting the heavy book back.

Such a delicate face, even when facing online backlash, his looks had attracted a group of fans. He couldn’t bear the responsibility if he damaged it with the book.

After a chaotic start, the two finally sat down in the living room. Housekeeper Zhang poured them tea and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

Ji Yang adopted a professional attitude: “The gap in your career hasn’t been too long. As long as we manage the media well, you can regain your fame. That shouldn’t be difficult. It’s just that your previous engagements have all stalled. Currently, only a niche music travel program is willing to invite you.”

Ji Yang didn’t mention that he had used his connections to get this opportunity, assuring the other party that Xia Wansheng absolutely wouldn’t cause any trouble this time.

Xia Wansheng felt a bit intrigued: “A music travel program? Is it like field research to find inspiration for songs?”

Wasn’t this just a paid vacation?

Ji Yang said: “Something like that, but it requires on-site composing and incorporating local customs and folk music, which is why they haven’t been able to finalize the guest list.”

The delays almost caused the investors to pull out, otherwise they wouldn’t be resorting to desperate measures and approaching Xia Wansheng, who was definitely not short of scandals.

Then Ji Yang remembered something: “There’s a small issue. Do you remember Shao Huan, the one who argued with you online before?”

“Of course I remember.” Xia Wansheng thought, even in the book, their feud took up dozens of chapters, a significant portion of the story.

Shao Huan was a typical spoiled rich second-generation heir. He considered himself the number one composer in the country, constantly talking about revitalizing the music scene, then participating in various music variety shows to crush the competition, basking in everyone’s praise and flattery.

However, if he had to say, Shao Huan was still a bit better than the original owner.

After all, the original owner used ghostwriters. Even if Shao Huan’s music had traces of plagiarism, at least some of the unpleasant parts were written by him.

“I know you two didn’t get along before. This time, he insisted on having you join the program. I doubt he has good intentions.” Ji Yang warned.

Shao Huan had been involved in a scandal before, openly bullying a newcomer on the program. The PR team worked overtime but couldn’t suppress the trending topic.

But in Xia Wansheng’s current situation, he had no choice. He could only take it one step at a time.

“Also, the Shao and Yu families are old acquaintances. The Yu Group has always invested in this program. You need to be careful with your current identity.” Ji Yang reminded.

Given Xia Wansheng’s precarious position as a kept man, even if he was bullied by Shao Huan, Yu Congyan would probably just take sides.

“Don’t worry, Brother Yang, I’ll be on my best behavior and won’t cause any trouble.” Xia Wansheng promised.

He was just worried about being targeted by Shao Huan.

Seeing his sincere attitude, Ji Yang was somewhat relieved.

After all, the current Xia Wansheng seemed different from his previous impulsive self. He was much easier to communicate with, no longer so sharp.

Could this be the calmness that came with finding a powerful backer?

Ji Yang didn’t want to think about it anymore. He had no right to interfere in their matters, but his years of experience as an agent still prompted him to say a few more words, “Remember to stay safe, don’t foolishly follow them to any dangerous places.”

Especially those shady bars.

Ji Yang didn’t want to see negative news about Xia Wansheng in the tabloids the next day.

Xia Wansheng nodded blankly, thinking that the last restaurant was dangerous enough. The villain suddenly offered him five million in game currency, almost tempting him to switch sides.

Thinking about it now, it was a bit of a pity.

Before leaving, Ji Yang hesitated for a long time, then quietly placed the “Criminal Law” book in Xia Wansheng’s hands, saying solemnly, “Make sure to read more when you have time.”

Never do anything illegal.

Ji Yang didn’t want to be able to visit his artist only during holidays.

Xia Wansheng: “???”

Was the entertainment industry this competitive now? Even acting required a degree?