Chapter 9: It's this damn man again (1)

"I regret that night, I didn't lash out at that scumbag more..." Chen Enci said, pulling out his phone with a serious face and looking at Lu Xing, "What do you think of 'I am the dad your male god will never have,' this sentence?"

"Or, 'I am the dad your male god will never bed in his lifetime...'"

Lu Xing was so startled she almost rolled off the car seat. She practically lunged to snatch the phone from Chen Enci's fingertips, afraid that in the next second, he would lose his mind and go crazy posting on Weibo, "Oh my goodness, I'm begging you, please behave. If you keep this up, we're both going to be out of a job..."

Chen Enci, with an icy face, let out a snort but said nothing.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Feng Fashion Magazine, a staff member immediately greeted them, "Teacher Chen Enci, please come inside... Teacher Chen Enci, there is something I need to apologize for in advance. We only have one private dressing room, and it's been taken, so you might have to use the communal one..."

Following the staff member's continuous apologies, Chen Enci and Lu Xing were led to the dressing room area.

The communal dressing room was next to the private one. As they passed the private dressing room, Lu Xing casually asked, "Weren't we the only ones scheduled for a shoot this afternoon? Who was added at the last minute? I haven't heard of anyone from the industry coming for a shoot today?"

As the staff member gestured forward, they replied, "The person who came isn't from the entertainment industry; it's Mr. Qin Jie, the founder of Milky Way Group who is shooting a cover for a business magazine..."

Hearing this, Chen Enci, who had just calmed down in the car, couldn't contain himself, and squeezed out a curse between clenched teeth.

As the word tumbled out of his mouth, he happened to arrive in front of the private dressing room's door.

At that moment, the door to the private dressing room opened.

Qin Jie, dressed in a black suit, stepped out to be greeted first by a bold "F***" and then a "Not this damn guy again!"

Qin Jie instinctively halted his steps.

The staff member leading Chen Enci to the communal dressing room, walking ahead, caught sight of Qin Jie and exclaimed in panic, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin..."

Hearing this, and about to unleash a tirade against Qin Jie, Chen Enci abruptly stopped the words that had reached his lips and looked up.

The whole world seemed to have been put on mute in that instant, silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Xing was the first to snap out of it, her immediate reaction being to grab Chen Enci's hand, fearing that his temper would flare, resulting in him hurling his bag and phone at Qin Jie's face, stirring up some abominable entertainment scandal.

But as her fingertips began to move, she realized her worry was superfluous.

Chen Enci was calm, the kind of calm she had never seen in all the years she had known him, or rather, it was indifference.

Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Qin Jie, not far away.

The man whose photo had blown up online was far less handsome than in person, even more indifferent than Chen Enci.

Lu Xing suddenly felt that this atmosphere was even more chilling than what she had feared a moment ago—Chen Enci throwing his bag and phone in Qin Jie's face.