Plug-in Delivery System [Quick Transmigration] - v3c13

 

Chapter 42

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Xiang Boyan swiftly stepped forward, gripped Tang Ying's collar, and hoisted him up as if he were a small chicken, speaking in a deep voice to Zhou Yuanzhe: "I'll take him home first."

Zhou Yuanzhe breathed a sigh of relief. Just for a moment, he'd been about to subconsciously catch the other man. If that scene had been captured, it probably would have ruined Tang Ying's rising period of popularity.

Xiang Boyan helped Tang Ying into the car, putting him in the passenger seat and fastening his seatbelt. Then he pulled out a bottle of cologne, spraying it liberally onto Tang Ying's face.

The strong scent of the cologne shot up Tang Ying's nose, causing him to sneeze five times in quick succession. His mind cleared considerably. He looked at the person beside him in confusion, murmuring: "Wasn't I just in Yuanzhe's arms?"

Xiang Boyan coldly replied, "Tang Ying, do you remember why I asked Zhou Yuanzhe to bring you?"

Tang Ying shook his head, then nodded and said: "I remember. You didn't want An Ye getting close to Yuanzhe."

Under the light, a tipsy blush tinted his fair cheeks, and his bright eyes were at times vacant and at others alert, clearly still influenced by the alcohol.

"Do you know why I don’t want An Ye getting close to Zhou Yuanzhe?"

Tang Ying fell into confusion again at Xiang Boyan's question. He looked up at Xiang Boyan for a long while before responding, "I don’t know."

Xiang Boyan sighed and asked, "You've never been in a relationship, have you?" His tone was confident and certain.

"Of course I have," Tang Ying replied, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, trying hard to defend his dignity. "In middle school, I had a relationship once."

Xiang Boyan looked intently into Tang Ying's eyes, speaking each word clearly—words that shocked him.

"I like Zhou Yuanzhe."

Tang Ying stared blankly at Xiang Boyan, as if he had just heard the most impossible thing in the world. The intoxication in his brain had long been thrown out of his mind. Swallowing hard, he said with disbelief, "You — you like… Yuanzhe?"

Xiang Boyan nodded, his usually cold and resolute face appearing unexpectedly gentle at that moment.

"I like him. I've liked him for a long time."

Tang Ying's worldview was shaken. He found it hard to accept that his icy boss could fall in love with his equally icy agent.

And just now, he had taken advantage of his agent.

"So, uh…" Tang Ying stuttered, "Mr. Xiang, I-I didn't do it on purpose earlier... Please don't hold a grudge for my mistake."

"Just earlier?" Xiang Boyan's sharp gaze swept over Tang Ying's hand. "It seems there's been more than one physical encounter, hasn't there?"

Tang Ying felt a jolt in his heart and quickly said, "Mr. Xiang, I really didn't know you had feelings for Yuanzhe. From now on, I will keep my distance and make sure not even a hair on him is touched!"

Xiang Boyan nodded and sighed again.

Even the emotionally oblivious Tang Ying now knew about his feelings for Zhou Yuanzhe, while the man in question was still blissfully unaware. This was the biggest setback in his twenty-six years, without a doubt.

Meanwhile.

Both An Ye and Zhou Yuanzhe had been drinking and couldn't drive, so they called a driver.

The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car, the atmosphere in the vehicle was very heavy.

It had been a long time since An Ye had been this close to Zhou Yuanzhe. He cautiously looked at the man beside him and, as the car stopped for a red light, suddenly said, "Thank you, Brother Yuan."

Zhou Yuanzhe glanced at him indifferently and said, "You've said that many times already." Whether on TV shows or in private interviews, An Ye often thanked his agent, earning him praise for being appreciative.

Only he himself knew that the importance of Zhou Yuanzhe in his life could not be simply expressed with a "thank you."

An Ye pursed his lips, his gaze briefly sweeping through the traffic outside the car window, before returning.

He suddenly asked softly, "Brother Yuan, what type of… artist do you like?"

Zhou Yuanzhe gave him a odd look, not quite understanding the meaning of the question. After thinking about it, he replied, "Someone genuine, talented, and good-looking."

An Ye seemed to muster a lot of courage, and after a moment, he asked another question, "Then what do you think of… me?"

Zhou Yuanzhe felt that An Ye was a bit odd today, as if he had been stimulated by something. Assuming that An Ye was fishing for compliments, he said generously, "Well, you are great. You are competent, good-looking, you have excellent EQ and your fans absolutely love you."

The light in An Ye's eyes dimmed. That was not what he meant at all.

He really wanted to tell Zhou Yuanzhe how much he liked him. But he was scared, scared that Zhou Yuanzhe would distance himself from him, or even worse, detest him...

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yuanzhe looked at him. "Received any negative reviews again?"

An Ye shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

For An Ye, Xiang Boyan, and Tang Ying, tonight was destined to be a long and sleepless night.

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The next morning, An Ye arrived at the office for an advertisement endorsement inquiry, and as soon as he entered the office, he saw Tang Ying pouring coffee for Zhou Yuanzhe.

As annoying as ever.

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, An Ye walked up to Zhou Yuanzhe and began to discuss the advertisement matters.

"I also wear clothes from this brand." Zhou Yuanzhe sipped his coffee, "It's of good quality, has a good reputation and is a top-tier brand. Accepting their endorsement deal would greatly increase your value."

An Ye nodded, and the two further discussed the advertisement plan.

Half an hour later.

Tang Ying was sitting nearby, feeling drowsy as he waited for Zhou Yuanzhe to take him to the recording of an interview program.

After sorting things out with An Ye, Zhou Yuanzhe indicated to Tang Ying that they could leave now.

"By the way," Zhou Yuanzhe stood up and suddenly remembered something from last night, "Were you okay last night?"

Tang Ying nodded and said, "After getting on the car, boss Xiang sprayed me awake with perfume. That bottle of perfume is expensive, more than ten thousand for 100 ml, I heard..."

Zhou Yuanzhe was already used to Tang Ying's eccentric focus. He casually asked, "Boss Xiang seemed pretty angry last night, he didn't scold you, did he?"

Tang Ying shook his head and pondered, "Scold me...? No, he didn't do that..."

"Let's go," Zhou Yuanzhe walked over to Tang Ying and patted him on the arm. Upon his touch, Tang Ying jumped up from his chair as if he'd been shocked.

Both An Ye and Zhou Yuanzhe were startled, looking at Tang Ying in surprise.

Tang Ying hurriedly said, "Yuanzhe, it's better if we don't have physical contact..."

Zhou Yuanzhe raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong with you today?"

Without hesitation, Tang Ying said, "Yuanzhe, Boss Xiang said he likes you."

Zhou Yuanzhe: "..."

An Ye: "..."

The atmosphere in the room instantly became incredibly awkward.

Inside the office, the temperature of the air conditioner seemed to have dropped to zero.

It was quiet enough to hear everybody's breathing.

And the frantic heartbeat of Zhou Yuanzhe.

"You were drunk last night," Zhou Yuanzhe said without expression, leaving the office without looking back.

However, at the door, a tall figure blocked his way.

Looking at Xiang Boyan's somewhat haggard face, Zhou Yuanzhe instinctively asked, "Why are you here?"

"I've arranged for someone else to take Tang Ying to record the program," Xiang Boyan said calmly, "I have something to discuss with you."

Zhou Yuanzhe calmly said, "I should take him to the program myself, or else..."

"I'll treat you to dinner," Xiang Boyan played his trump card, "at your favorite Western restaurant in the Dongcheng District."

Cheng Xuyuan weighed his options and decided that what Tang Ying had said earlier was most likely false. So he agreed to Xiang Boyan's invitation to dinner. After all, that restaurant was delicious, but often hard to get a reservation at.

An Ye, watching the duo leave, asked Tang Ying, "Did Xiang Boyan say anything else?"

Tang Ying coldly looked at him. An Ye was Xiang Boyan's love rival, and thus his enemy. He absolutely could not reveal any information to his enemy!

An Ye helplessly followed Zhou Yuanzhe and Xiang Boyan to the Western restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant, it was just 11:30.

"How come there are so few people?" Cheng Xuyuan looked at the almost empty restaurant, "This place used to be more bustling..."

"It's probably not lunchtime yet," Xiang Boyan casually said, not daring to mention that he had booked the entire restaurant for themselves.

Before they entered, he whispered to the waiter at the door, "Don't let anyone in." He then gave her a generous tip.

The waitress hurriedly nodded.

As Zhou Yuanzhe looked down at the menu, the waitress poured two glasses of red wine and lit a few high-quality candles.

Zhou Yuanzhe frowned, "Why light candles in broad daylight?"

Xiang Boyan hastily waved his hand, "Put them out."

The waitress smiled and put out all the candles, thinking: You asked me to light these and said they would create a romantic atmosphere. Do you wealthy people usually forget so quickly?!

Once they had finished ordering, Zhou Yuanzhe propped his chin up with his hand, looking at the person across from him, "So, what is the work arrangement?"

"We'll talk about that after we eat." Xiang Boyan’s gaze flitted around, he didn't dare to meet the other's eyes directly.

An Ye hid in a car outside the restaurant, pulled out a pair of binoculars, consistently watching what was happening inside the restaurant.

Cheng Xuyuan was always carefree when faced with food. He finished his meal quickly without any feelings. His use of knife and fork was even smoother than Xiang Boyan's. He finished all his main dishes in no time, not giving Xiang Boyan any time to mentally prepare.

Zhou Yuanzhe's beautiful eyes looked at the person opposite to him, his voice cool, "Can we talk now?”

Xiang Boyan took a deep breath, then snapped his fingers.

The vast Western restaurant echoed with the romantic and melodious "Blue Danube" piano music, which startled Cheng Xuyuan. He looked around, but couldn't see the pianist.

Just as he was looking at Xiang Boyan in confusion, his eyes suddenly widened.

A tall figure stood before him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, making his stern face seem gentle. His gaze gently fell on Zhou Yuanzhe, from behind him, he took out a large bunch of bright and charming roses.

The visual impact of this scene was so strong that Cheng Xuyuan blurted out a question with a hint of a Northeastern accent, "What on earth is this?!"

Xiang Boyan's voice was like a medieval nobleman confessing his love, a touch of arrogance, yet filled with affection, which made Cheng Xuyuan's scalp tingle instantly.

"Xiao Yuan, I like you."

"Bang—"

Just at that moment, An Ye barged in. He saw Zhou Yuanzhe, still in a state of shock, and quickly paced to their table side, loudly saying, "Brother Yuan, this guy doesn't like you. He just wants you to earn money for him…"

Cheng Xuyuan caught on and hurriedly said to An Ye, "Yes, yes, yes, he can't possibly like me. He likes you."

Suddenly, An Ye reached out and firmly held Zhou Yuanzhe's shoulder, lowering his head to look at him seriously, each word resounding through the room.

"Brother Yuan, I am the one who really likes you."

Cheng Xuyuan’s gaping mouth could not close.

As if worried that Zhou Yuanzhe was not stunned enough, An Ye consistently said shocking things, "Boyan and I are love rivals. Love rivals! Don't misunderstand me, Boyan and I are impossible. Brother Yuan, I have always liked you..."

Xiang Boyan pushed An Ye aside and handed the rose to Zhou Yuanzhe, still wet with dew.

Ninety-nine roses were like Xiang Boyan's hot emotions at this moment.

He looked down at Zhou Yuanzhe from a high position, with a slight pride in his eyes, and an imperceptible nervousness.

He looked like the top student who wanted to confess to the school beauty, seemingly calm but actually frantic inside.

Xiang Boyan's cold and domineering voice entered Zhou Yuanzhe's ears.

"Choose him or choose me."

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